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

beyond the veil


Posted on June 02, 2014 by Roisin Collins
West




Roisin thought she was going to have to endure losing her purity, and she knew that if that's what it came down to they would take everything else. That meant she had to embrace the fact that she could very possibly die that night at the hands of these men surrounding her, and that was terrifying. Her eyes were squeezed closed as she prayed; she didn't know what else to do. They were so much stronger than her, and any physical fight she put out didn't work. The feeling of their hands running over her made her stomach churn, but then she heard a loud snarl that made her blood run cold. She froze up just as the men had, but her eyes fluttered open to see what other horrors she would be faced with tonight.

Just as her eyes opened she saw the large creature attack and teeth closed around the leader's neck. A loud gasp passed and she felt the men let go of her, their yells were now filled with fear and she heard one of them say something about werewolf. She pressed her thin body against the rough brick wall as much as she could as she watched the wolf turn its attention to her. Her bright eyes widened the slightest bit as her heart kept racing, the other men ran away which meant it was only her and this thing. Roisin wasn't sure what to do, she knew there were other things in the world that went bump in the night, but she had never run into them in this sort of situation. She had never been violated before, and though the beat was just as terrifying to her as it was to the men, she was a bit glad that it had made the others disperse.

The Irish girl wasn't sure what to do now, it was clear that she wasn't out of harm's way. A deep breath was drawn in as she tried to calm herself down, she couldn't figure out what the wolf before her was thinking. Her own emotions were so all over the place that she couldn't even tap into her empathy to see what exactly what this thing was feeling. It saved her, that much was clear, but she was sure that she probably looked like a damn good meal. Slowly she reached up and gripped the pentagon necklace around her neck, something about it calmed her, and she could feel the power from her family resting inside of it. It wasn't anything particularly powerful; it was merely a symbol showing that she wasn't alone. Everyone in her family had a necklace identical to the one she was wearing, they were always told it kept them connected.

Roisin knew she needed to gather her thoughts, she knew that she needed to be calm if she was going to get to her temporary home tonight. Another deep breath was drawn in and slowly released as she closed her eyes and tried to calm her mind. She was useless if she couldn't figure out a way out of this, she was already annoyed with herself for letting the men scare her so fully. If she would have tried harder she could have gotten away or done some damage, right? She wasn't sure honestly, but that was the reason why she came to this place. She didn't want it to be a mistake; she wanted it to help her just like it helped her sister. After a few more seconds she finally opened her eyes and her own bright ones locked with the lighter ones looking up at her, and she slowly pushed herself away from the wall and made sure she stood up straight. She didn't want to appear weak like she had earlier; she wanted this wolf to know that she was stronger than she looked.

"I don't know if you can understand me, but thank you."

Her voice was soft and sweet, but a little bit of fear was still mixed in with it. In her mind having an accent made it easier to hide if there was fear in your voice, but that didn't matter if the wolf couldn't understand her. Her tongue brushed over her lips as she took a small step forward her hand starting to extend towards the wolf cautiously. Her mind slowly started to calm down, but her heart continued to race. It was an interesting feeling really, her power finally starting to come back to her. The animal was still unreadable though, which meant it was just a very large wolf (no wolves were this big though), or that it was impossible to pinpoint a werewolf. Either way, she was going to make sure she got out of this with only a couple scrapes and bruises.

"Can you understand me?"


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Roisin Kaitlin Collins

20 years old

Friend to No One

Lover to No One

Wife of No One

Character of immy


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