The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward
_ | 25 § Vampire § Sired by Unnamed § Single(Gay) Raysak was enjoying watching the others. He fed on humans just not as much as others. But tonight was not a night he cared to feed. Just some good old boo's. He sensed a hunter some where but well he wasn't gonna protect someone he didn't know. If they couldn't fend the hunter off then that was their own problem. As he was finishing his bloody mary he sensed him getting nearer and his eyes did narrow. Particularly when a male blonde like him leaned against the bar next to him. It was only a minute before he knew the male was speaking to him. Then threatening him and he smiled into his drink and put his empty glass down and turned to face him. Don't get cocky blondy.He said Not that Ray wanted to fight but he really didn't like anyone who was cocky. He sensed this males age, and he knew he himself was younger and well Ray knew he most likely would not be able to take him But he wasn't gonna be a push over. Perhaps if you learned manners I'd be much more willing to point the way for you but as it is I would just love for you to get noticed. He said still smiling and leaning his side against the bar as he watched him.Course I'd actually hate to see such a pretty face get his ass handed to him and therefore a ruined pretty faceHe said but he still didn't tell him. |