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

my soul has never led me wrong


Posted on August 15, 2015 by sorcha
West
there are as many truths as stars in the sky, and everyone of them different
perhaps that is the only real truth


Sorcha had plans. Big plans. While she wasn't an average everyday American with some low level push-through job, she made do. The world didn't need more of those people, they needed people like her. Entrepreneurs with the zeal to do what was necessary to survive. While she wasn't sure where she stood in the hierarchy of life Sorcha kept pressing on. She had spoken with Tobias in hopes of setting up her own little booth at the Were playground, as she had overheard it called, and even though she wasn't sure whether that was a done deal or not, she would show up there every night until she was certain. Well certain or bitten, one of the two. The latter was not what she wanted but a bit of bravery was nothing new to her, what with the Scottish blood that sings through her veins. Besides, there was something relaxing near the port side, probably due to the fact that it was further away from the suffocation of the city and she craved the earth, although water would have to suffice.

Some might find this part of town seedy and it was certainly decrepit with warehouses that barely kept a skeleton crew while others had busted window and graffiti across the bricks. It wasn't high-end like some of the neighborhoods at the other end of the city or even the high-rise multi-million dollar apartments, but it did not scare her. She was a witch after all and she figured herself clever enough to get out of whatever situation she might land. Besides, she had already braved a nest of were creatures, a few drunken fools were nothing.

She peeks down on the thin cheap watch that encircles her wrist and with a hitch in her breath picks up her pace, knowing she was well behind schedule in case the games have already started. Her sneakers are almost silent on the pavement, raven hair pulled back and bouncing between her shoulder blades and the heavy backpack that she has slung over her shoulder. Everything is placed nice and neat inside to prevent spillages or mixing of potions because, after all, they were her main source of income.

In her haste she does not pay attention, does not peek around the corner of the dilapidated building as she turns. Maybe it is due in part to the almost deserted street she was on. Either way, she takes the corner at a tight turn and before she can stop she will either slam one of her shoulders into his own or jump to the side and slam herself up against the wall. Either way, the glasses inside of her backpack make a clinking sort of sound that only glass can, the kind that means you've seriously screwed up, and her mossy green eyes widen in surprise even as an expletive leaves her lips. "Shit!" She swings her backpack in front of her, hunching over it before glancing at the man with a harried look on her face. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention!"

But already liquid begins to drip from the bottom of her bag and she sighs with a disappointed look, moving to slump back on the brick wall and shoving one hand into her hair, accidentally pulling some out of her ponytail. Sorcha offers the man, whom she has no idea yet is a vampire, a tentative smile. "I didn't mess up your suit, did I?" Oh please god, I sure hope I didn't, she thinks, noting how expensive it looked.

24 - WITCH - NO COVEN
Thanks Vii❣

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