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

Don't fret precious, I'm hereISOLT


Posted on November 18, 2014 by Davante Dorian
West
Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.

While the masquerade had been an incriminating disaster, there had been a handful of developments from the figurative flames (okay, maybe literally) that the warlock had encountered. There had been many familiar faces, and individuals that Davante had grown closer to had presented themselves throughout the evening with a stunning variety. He had almost enjoyed the deliberate attempt that Raven had made to coerce Tobias against Davante, especially as the discussion had ended in Tobias' strange attempt at committing Davante's transgressions to the past with the aid of his hand. Rather than his own relationships and conversations, Davante had managed to notice the red headed woman who had garnered his partner's attention. The way Damon had looked at her struck a chord in the warlock, enough so that he had paid attention to their canoodling throughout the party.

In an attempt to understand the vampires' relationship, Davante had done his own research. While relatively conclusive, he had chosen a different route at luring the woman out of the shadows in an effort to get to know the vulnerability his partner had. In their business, it was essential to understand what might be the weaknesses of those around you, incase of their exploitation. But Isolt? Davante had little to no interaction with her, though he knew her name well by word of mouth. He hardly wanted to meddle in the affairs of vampires, but as the affairs of Damon's became intrinsically related to his own, the warlock took a special interest in the vulnerability that he had seen linked to her in the male vampires eyes.

Working in the shop that was closer to home than the apartment inhabited mostly by the small black cat, Church, who adopted it, Davante had procured an item that was very, very intruiging. He had heard of it's protective properties, and assumed that such a thing would be appropriate for a popular woman that struck interest in the hearts, eyes, and bodies of the men she approached. For this reason, Davante had forged his efforts into crafting an ornate but dainty and delicate-looking knife for the vampire to keep on her body. It was a fair statement to assume such a beautiful, delicate looking creature may embody those traits as well, and so he had preoccupied himself with the task of creating her protection. He was assured, by himself, that Damon might appreciate the gesture and as he had found himself in such a mood, Davante had went ahead crafting a knife made of the strongest metal malleable to him set in an ivory hilt, adorned with diamonds of his own creation. The ivory had a filigree design etched into it's soft material, simply waiting to slip into the hands of Isolt. When the artifact was finished, he sat in his chair in the dimly lit work room at the back of the shop which was in view of the counters Tobias often lounged upon, debating on how to contact said vampire to distribute her gift of protection to her.







D A V A N T E



Don't fret, precious.
I'm here.


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