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

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
Manager Raven Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford


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 Andy

Posted on July 03, 2014 by Damon

The night air is crisp and the alleys are dark, just like I like them. I'm currently leaning back on a midsize love seat while a girl named Jessica dances all around me, spinning in circles with her eyes closed like she's the only person in the room. It's quite entertaining. We have the radio blasting and her roommate Desiree is is laughing as she entertains the idea of jumping off the second floor stairway. She looks at me daringly.

"You will heal me, right?"

I raise a brow and shake my head.

"Tsk, tsk, Des. You're supposed to be feeding me, not the other way around. Now why don't you come down from there and dance with Jess. She looks a bit lonely."

Jessica opens her eyes and turns toward her roomie, beckoning her with her finger as she glances at me. So now she wants to put on a show, how nice. She wanted nothing to do with her roommate only an hour before when she was venting to me at the bar about how she can't stand her. Luckily she found me and you'd be surprised how far a little vampire blood can go to reunite two best friends. I believe in a good time and blood is always in that philosophy. I drink a little and I give a little until both parties end up ssatisfied. As it were, I'm not sure I could drink much more. I've already fed from both Desiree and Jess and healed their bite wounds with my own blood before giving each a sip in turn. Humans seem to love vampire blood. It's like the ultimate high for them and I hear it only intensifies with the age of the vampire. I know I'm not nearly the oldest in town but apparently it's just enough to make them hallucinate and forget all their troubles.

Desiree finally sulks and jumps down from the railing, skipping down the steps until she reaches Jessica. Grasping her hands, they both start spinning and giggling like two little girls playing Ring Around the Rosie. I smirk as I watch. Suddenly Jessica trips and they both fall down in a laughing mess and Desiree starts crawling toward me, her eyes hooded and wanting. I know where this could lead. The same place it leads every night I indulge with humans. But tonight of all nights, I'm just not in the mood. I keep thinking about that Were I met in the cemetary and wondering what she's doing. I still don't even know her name. Sighing, I wave off Desiree before she gets too close and stand up, heading to the door. Both girls stop giggling now and get up and I can practically hear the pout in their voices.

"You're leaving already?"

"Yeah, the fun's just getting started."

I glance over my shoulder and sigh.

"Sorry, ladies, places to be."

I hear Jessica sigh heavily as Desiree takes a daring step forward.

"Will we see you again?"

I scowl and open the door.

"I hope not, for your sakes."

I murmur softly as I step out and close it behind me. Putting those two behind me, I start off down the siewalk, my mind already preoccupied with where I'm going to go from here. I could always stop by the Voodoo Room and see what Ceara's up to. She does still owe me a hunting trip. Or I sould try to find Isolt and make sure she's not getting herself into trouble. She does seem to attract it. Must be the hair color. I stop in front of a boarded up cabin, tilting my head as I wonder why it looks a little familiar to me. Have I been down this way before?

Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos