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.

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 October 05, 2016 by Damon Marcello
West


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I shrug. "Just a rumor." I can tell she's trying to look strong and abashed by my presence. She looks really frustrated about something. I try to entertain her, jumping to the bottom of the ladder. I chuckle as she calls me a show off. She keeps watching me over her shoulder which only amuses me more. I start to search the bodies, looking at wallets though I leave the cash and cards. I have no use for them. I frown at her comment. "Dead blood is useless." I straighten up as a hand grabs her ankle, about to come over to ask but I see her grab for her knife so I stop and cross my arms, smirking as I watch. I watch their exchange, waiting for her to straighten back up. She seems disappointed.

I tilt my head as she's about to speak but then a bullet whizzes past. It's like a fly buzzing past for me. I scowl and look around for whoever's shooting but that's when she barrels into me. She snatches my wrist and pulls me behind a barrel and I crouch down willingly with a sigh of amusement. When she pulls out a grenade, I raise a brow. "I thought assassins were supposed to be discreet." When she throws it though, I can see that it's just a smoke grenade. I nod. "I stand corrected." I follow her gaze, looking at the rooftops but like her, I see nothing. At her question, I grin. "I'm never one to turn down fun."