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
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 Own Form Of CHAOS
Posted on November 03, 2015 by Damon
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I knew he wouldn't turn down the chance to get a little bloody down in my makeshift dungeon. I found this neat little abandoned warehouse, one of many in the west side of town but one that was best suited to my needs. It only had one window down here and it's heavily tinted so even if I were to get stuck here during the day, I would be protected from the damning rays of the sun. Of course that window can also be propped open, much to the chagrin of my newest "guest" if he doens't cooperate. I know he didn't dust that vampire just because she said no to his advances. Someone wanted her dead, someone big to even dare to do it on MY property. I don't do supernatural deaths, at least not those in plain sight and especially not those of my own kind. This guy is a tough cookie to crack but I know Davante will have fun doing just that. He shows up with flare as per natural, smirking as he sets foot through the thick steel door. I look up and smirk in welcome, chuckling at his question. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." As he steps into the room more and lights a cigarette, I wrinkle my nose a little. With my keen senses, everything is heightened, including scent. Cigarette smoke irritates my nostrils like nothing else, but who am I to stop Davante from killing himself just a little bit faster? Maybe then he'll just join me in the afterlife. I would miss his dry corny jokes after all. I shrug lightly at his comment. "Couldn't pass up a little partner action. It's not like you're getting any other kind." I grin despite myself and wait for whatever kind of comeback he's got planned before I turn back to the captive. I watch as he blows his smoke toward the vampire and it turns into that familiar little demon shape. Then the walls start to morph and I end up whistling at the end result, bringing my hands up for a little applause. "Oh yeah, I feel all warm and fuzzy myself now. What about you, Don?" I ask the vampire, who seems to be having a moment. His eyes are slowly widening in horror, his mouth gaping open little by little. I think I actually see tears forming in his eyes. I tilt my head, mesmerized for a moment before I make a tsk tsk noise in my throat. "Okay that's enough oogling the scenery. Stab yourself in the thigh again." The air is permeated by the man's scream as he does just that. I smirk. "Now THAT'S what I call a show." I turn back to Davante. "Any other tricks up your sleeve, magician? Come on, wow me." |