West

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.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

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.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

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

Noah's Ark

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

Syn

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

cause i got that boom boom pow


Posted on September 21, 2014 by Alekai
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Had he been able to read the thoughts of the blonde vampire, Azrael would surely have found them entirely amusing, his ideals upon the matters of death and life so entirely callous that Az would surely have done the city a favour by ridding the streets of such a creature. It was hypocritical perhaps, for a Hunter to so deeply consider the value of life, so much of his own spent destroying those of others at yet it hardly meant he didn't find some value in it, in life itself- his own existence cursed to nothing more than a continued string of close calls and near misses until someone or something finally got the better of him. It wasn't' until he had become this thing....forced into this life that he truly valued a free existence, until he'd even valued mortality as something to be envied, Maybe it was fortunate, perhaps, that he was free from having to listen to the vampires internal monologue as he made some momentary effort to further mock the ridiculous little child that seemed far too cocky for even Azrael's liking. Maybe he enjoys his own sarcastic attitude- yet he hardly finds it becoming on anyone else. He always was a little hypocritical after all.

His own sudden flash of speed draws a reaction, at last, from the vampire boy, seeing him lift hurriedly to his feet, fangs bared in the only true threat any vampire ever seemed to be able to manage. Azrael was hardly human, unaffected entirely by any attempts any vampire might make to 'convert' him, his blood hardly tasty enough to make a true meal, thanks perhaps, to his own species internal defence against the vile night walkers. It was however, pleasing to see the skin of this fellow was hardly impenetrable, that agitation easily found and pulled to the surface. It was easier when they were angry, annoyed and aggressive- it only gave him that much more reason to kill them. The calm words of the other blonde saw a momentary simper trace his features and yet for now at least Azrael continued to remain silent, the boy continuing to talk, a hint of irritation once more managing to alight the Hunters features. The vampire was, to an extent, correct in his assumption, this many vampires was not...favourable for his survival, start anything was sure to draw attention and while some of the leeches within the shadows would run and squirm there was sure to be some hero amongst them determined to capture the golden haired hunter that for so long had preyed upon them. Azrael after all, has something of a bounty upon his own head, an enemy of the supernatural of this city long enough to achieve his own status amongst them- if only upon their most hated list and yet- few Hunters reached his age, few ever lived so long as he and he has hardly lived so long by being utterly foolish.

What he may have done however, remain to be seen, everything given to change in that single moment in which fingers suddenly wrap around his wrist, the vampire content to tease him still and yet it would seem this is the final straw. He cannot stand to be touched. Not by them. Not by any of the foul, vile creatures that he hunts, their touch like a poison to his veins that burns every inch of himself and sees an explosion of speed unlike any other. He simply lunges forward, quite content to slam straight into the vampire holding him with such force and speed both men are surely thrown backwards and into the darkness of the back room from which Azrael had come only moments before, the body of one dead vampire still lying against the far wall as another rush of speed sees the hunter reach for the vampire's shirt, seeking to slam him entirely up and against the back wall- the men obscured from the dance floor and the club now as Azrael manages something of a smile now.

"I really don't like being touched, alright?"

Should he have managed to throw him against the wall at all the Hunter simply moves to step back now, releasing the boy, leaving barely a foot of space between them before suddenly aiming a fist directly for his face, disappearing from before him, reappearing on the right now, a left hook thrown towards him now, coming from the other side before disappearing again, reappearing back before him directly. Why kill something...when he can beat it black and blue just for a little....amusement? It is hardly fair fight, not truly, Azrael's speed to fast to be tracked, his strikes rapid and sudden like machine gun fire and yet it is such a skill that has allowed him to thrive for so very long- dancing back a single step, offering a momentary reprieve from his blows.

"Oh come now, is that it? Surely you have a little more fight in you, Baby Boy?"

He didn't need to kill any more tonight, but beating up a vampire is nearly just as satisfying.....



Alekai Azrael Evero
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