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

SOLO I FORTI VIVO


Posted on July 06, 2014 by Caprice de Ricci
West
SOLO I FORTI VIVO
only the strong live

The cool dagger blade slid along her finger gently. Bright hazels seem to flicker as she watches the blade reflect her face in the light. Her plush lips quirk upward in a slight smile, approval falling from her quietly. She was in the west wing of the armory, the edge where hunters dared go while supernatural lurked elsewhere. Suddenly, Caprice turns, pulling back her arm and thrusting it forward as the blade slides easily from her grasp and lodges itself into the wooden wall to the left of her. Her smile grows, head tilting slightly to acknowledge her definite skill before she turns those lovely portals to the burly man waiting with a bored expression. Apparently, he has seen it all before.

"I'll take it. How much?"

Her alto lyrics sound cool against the silent world. She is stern in her questioning, her steely gaze resting upon the man as he casually scratches his armpit and mumbles, "450.00" Caprice scowls, slender brows furrowing as she practically hisses. " Stronzo, you and I both know it is barely worth have of that. " She turns fully to him now, facing him head on as if to fight over it. He stares at her, towering over her in height and crossing his arms with that bored expression on his face. "Take it. Or Leave it." was his growled out reply. Caprice purses her lips, jutting out her jaw as she stares him down. Without removing her gaze, she slides her hand into her pocket and retrieves her checkbook. Her gaze finally leaves him as she signs it and then slams the paper upon his chest before moving away from him to tear the dagger out of the wall.

The night air is cool across her flushed face as she attempts to control her rage. Curses spill out from under her breath as she moves forward towards the darkened parking lot where her car resides. A prickling feeling rushes along her neck and slowly, Caprice turns to fix her gaze upon a figure leaning against a wall. Vampire. She didn't need telepathy to be able to tell that. She lifts her head, crossing her arms as she toys with her new shiny dagger. Her head tilts slightly, "Beautiful night isn't it, creatura della note? (nightwalker) "

Fear wasn't something she had ever felt.
Not now.
Not ever.

" speaking "
Caprice de Ricci
DARK HUNTER
female . single . twenty-four .


ooc: man that wasn't good. I am sorry! :/

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