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 soul has never led me wrong
Posted on November 17, 2015 by sorcha
It was a risky move to align herself with creatures of the supernatural, even if she was one. She wasn't altogether knowledgeable about other species, having only learned a vast store of information about weres from having built up the courage to proposition those on the Ark for a place to sell her potions. Most of them were not bad, preferring a more animalistic lifestyle. Their choice, but she prided herself on her control over her own emotions. How strange must it be to always feel so out of tune with the world. She knew even less about vampires and while he grinned at her in that mischievously evil way a curiosity burned within her. It would take not feeling as if she was about to be bled out before she would pester him, that was for sure, but Sorcha was a woman who needed to know things. Who thrived on learning. Some questions could simply not be ignored.
For now her expression is hardened. She is ready for whatever may come, the ground trembling beneath her, eager to respond to the slightest desire for her. It was oddly empowering. It had been so long since she had summoned forth the life force of the earth, preferring subtler arts of potion making to the elemental magic. There wasn't much use for it anymore, not in a city at least, but it was a relief to know that it was still there. That she could still protect herself, even if it was not as effective as some powers.
A doubtful expression crosses her face, her lips pursing slightly as she stares him down but gradually the trembling subsides. It was true - he could have already killed her and been done with it. That meant nothing though since there were always those who enjoyed playing with their prey. Still, it is his next words that capture her attention and perks her up, her eyes flaring with a sort of excitement.
(We can do another thread soon if you like :))