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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on September 15, 2015 by DAREIOS
West



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



The night was moving much faster than he had anticipated. He had left his brownstone in Anacosta Heights rather quickly just after dusk. Though full-bellied and invigorated from feasting on a human for the fist time, in well who knows how long, Dareios' only plan was to get this pestering business Ian left undone out of the way. It seems his stroll to the West side of town had taken longer than he anticipated, and now his dilly-dallying with Sorcha here would require him to hurry home in order to avoid the looming sunrise in two hours or so.

But the vampire was enjoying himself. He was well aware of the time and willing to push it, at least for now, to continue on with this witch and this curious "cargo ship" that lay ahead. Not to mention his interest in her ability to concoct remedies for a vast array of natural and supernatural sorts. He listens to her as she explains vaguely about her potions. She was smart not to give everything away with one simple question. "There are plenty of people who are fond of the word potions." He said with a half smirk growing across his thin lips. "And plenty who are willing to pay a good deal of money for it. Including me."

Dareios didn't answer her when she insinuated that he would be fighting. That was the last piece of the puzzle. He knew exactly where they were headed now. The weres' fighting rings were talked about widely in his various circles, though he never knew of the location. He only assumed it moved around a lot, though probably staying within the confines of the western neighborhoods. Nobody would be looking for them here. Nevertheless, Dareios was certain a vampire wouldn't be welcomed even as a spectator. Not unless he had some great deal of money to bet.

Sorcha finally confirms that she is indeed a witch, something Dareios had concluded some time ago at this point. As she continues to guess his ability, a dark eyebrow raises until finally, he stops mid-stride in front of her. "Wrong again." He speaks in a tone barely more audible than a whisper, and reveals two enlarged canine teeth as a sinister grin creeps over his features.


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl




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