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

fading into oblivion


Posted on March 11, 2016 by serafina dubois
West
kissing death and loosing my breath

The young witch was only vaguely aware at the shift in Raven's demeanor, that once aggressive posture shifting and softening to one far more passive and subdued. Although the last few months between the peculiar pair had certainly been tense, things had, in some fashion or another, eased ever since their rather heated discussion. Serafina had resigned herself to the simple fact that regardless of whether or not she wished it, Raven was bound to her by blood and magic that was far too deep for her to merely undo with vague research and an assortment of foul tasting brews. Still, Serafina was hardly the most warmest of individuals, already having turned towards the crates stacked in the corner to pry open their contents and see what was left to her care. A small frown crossed her features as she eyed the assortment of silver tips that met her blue-green gaze, clearly packaged quite well. Whomever had been here before her had taken pride in their craftsmanship. Serafina reached down, plucking one silver throwing dagger from the crate. Gingerly, the girl brushed the blade against her arm, feeling the sharpness against her skin and softly she let out a small sound of approval. Good quality too.

She glanced down towards the wolf as the peculiar color creature crept closer, a look of indecision crossing her features. "Hm, maybe." She commented softly to herself, knowing quite well that weaponry was not her forte. Davante's perhaps, maybe even Azrael's but certainly not hers. She listened intently to the additional information Raven had to provide on the space she purchased, her eyes glancing over the immediate vicinity. Clearly the store was far larger than Serafina had anticipated. She'd need more personnel to expand enough to fill it. Her own little shop was quaint at best. She could quite nearly sublease a weapons shop out of this warehouse. "Hm, I doubt the trainer is still coming around with the shop owner not here to pay him...." She muttered, her head tilting to the side. "I suppose I'll have to renovate...I could turn one of those rooms into my own workshop...or like a tarot reading thing." She waved her hand in the air ever so slightly as if hoping that Raven would understand that which she had not fully vocalized.

There was a moment of silence before the young woman cleared her throat, placing the dagger back in the crate she had pulled it from. "Thank you. I might require more of your assistance if I am going to make use of all of this leftover inventory. Weapons are not really my area of expertise." She continued, placing the lid back on the box. "They're starting up the black market again I suppose. Or rather expanding it. I had the opportunity to partake in it. It's quite invaluable, the money that comes in dealing with it pays particularly well. Plus my mentor already did such dealings anyways from our little store in the east. I figured moving to our market would net me more customers." Serafina shrugged ever so slightly, as if her logic made perfect sense In fact, the girl entirely ignore the simple unspoken knowledge that she would now be dealing in the illicit and the dangerous...not that she already hadn't been doing it on her own to begin with.

serafina dubois

dig up her bones but leave the soul alone

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