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

lather the blood on your hands


Posted on October 04, 2014 by Alekai
West
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This, he thinks, is exactly why it was better that he had outlived his own children. Children were irritating, agitating, annoying and far too egotistical for his liking , eyes rolling once more as he choose to simple ignore the vampires boys assurance that he was, in fact, twenty five, Maybe his body was physically that old, yet Azrael is entirely content to believe his mind is yet to catch up. For now however, any thoughts of continuing to injure the vampire child are forced aside by his own sense of self preservation, rapidly beginning to string his bow together before demanding the other mans shirt, the vampire muttered protest met with a smirk of sorts, one hand lifting to catch the waded up shirt, leaving the other blonde bare chested.

"Because I don't want to run around town in the middle of the night without a shirt and I'm not stupid enough to take it off just because a stranger asks."

One eye lifted slightly, evidently daring the young man to challenge him further before simply returning to the task at hand, leaving the leech to attempt to find some other way out. He had been entirely sure he was the only Hunter here, how the bar had caught on fire at all something of a mystery and yet one that displeases him all the same, mind turning over such thoughts as he moves to retrieve one of his multiple revolvers, releasing the catch and pouring the gunpowder out and onto the floor nearest the second, weaker door that led to alleyway at the back of the bar. The vampires assurance that the front door was solid, let alone hot, confirming his own assumption, words muttered towards him all the same.

"Maybe run at it with your head and do as both a favour and impale yourself."

He never was all that pleasant a person. The vampires shirt if hurriedly speared atop the arrow he moves to draw from his back and the quiver hidden beneath the hoody there, striding rapidly towards the front door now, arrow stuck beneath it until the shirt rapidly catches alight, arrow notched within his bow before the Hunter takes a careful, practised aim- sending the flaming arrow directly into the load of gunpowder beneath the rear door. The resulting explosion sees the door very near blown free of it's hinges, a look of satisfaction touching his handsome features before he simply moves to head for the now open now, stepping out and over the wreckage he has created, tossing the shreds of shirt that remain back to the vampire.

"I think I just saved your life, so really, I think you owe me one in return. Do me a favour and stake someone on your way out will you? Well catch up another time to finish what we started."

This is an opportunity the blonde Hunter is hardly going to miss, vampires running from the bar in nearly every direction, far to panicked to notice him- at least, not before it is entirely too late. Easy pickings- for one night only, a night Azrael is entirely determined to cash in on, stake drawn from his jacket once more before a rush of speed sees him gone entirely- eyes already upon his next several targets- prepared to leave a trail of bodies in his wake.


Alekai Azrael Evero
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