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 here


Posted on January 04, 2015 by Davante Dorian
West
Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.

I had many reasons to allocate negative beliefs to the entire species of vampires created essentially from my experience with any of the targets that my previous employers had offered me. Their lack of facts presented in the jobs they had charged me with allowed me to garner experience only in unfortunate situations that involved vampires, allowing me to get to know them in the most negative light possible. The last job they had given me ended with a series of unfortunate events, culminating with a bang in that Frank, the vampire who was the final job I had accepted, showed up unannounced in my home and attempted to have his way with me. Okay, maybe not in that sense but he surely wanted revenge for the restaurant I had toppled on his head. To give credit where it is due it was surprisingly impressive that he survived such a rubble-fest as I had brought the ceiling down as quickly and with as much concussion as I could possibly create. The affinity of vampires to survive through unseemly circumstances could have been universal though I would prefer to believe that not the case as their survival may be pitted against mine; and I was a survivor in every sense of the Webster definition, not to mention the Destiny's Child definition too. And maybe therein lies my distaste for the species.

"Yes, I am."

Though Isolt's compliment was soft and genuine, harmoniously alluding to her potential delight at the weapon created for her alone. The way her awe-filled eyes caressed the weapon filled me with satisfaction enough that I could allow the rest of my attention to wander to the front door. Though I may have been content to hear further compliments uttered from her lips for my pleasure, the rapping at the door filled the shop with an unpleasant and unwarranted noise cacophony that seemed to reverberate through the various weapons of metal lining the walls. They seemed to clamor against the wooden walls they hung from, as if in anticipation of malicious intent penetrating the door and infiltrating the room. The noise obviously took the woman's attention from the dagger intended as her companion in a moment such as the present which may have previously irritated me but the occupancy I had reserved for irritation for her was already inhabited in the form of goose bumps rising on my arms at the sound of nails against the door.

"That is the most insidious, obnoxious noise and... thing, in the entire fucking world. I just fixed that door."

I licked my lips, attempting to remove the taste of my indignity from them though the action was to no avail. My nose had wrinkled irritably in response to the knocking at the door that had now given way to a thunderous pounding. That was not really the way to request service, now was it? My customer service skills were impeccable, obviously, so I remained at the counter where I had offered Isolt her knife with a single brow rising in curiosity. In an attempt to soothe my ears, I let my magic reach out and meld the door's lock so that it was impenetrable, as well as fortifying the glass of the door by letting the shop's grate shut just behind it. With the entryway secure, I resumed my gaze resting on the red headed vampire.

"Friends of yours come to call?"





D A V A N T E



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


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