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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on July 07, 2014 by Damon
West


I look up from my reverie when I smell the slick sweat and silver blood of a witch. An athletic witch, at that. I raise a brow in appreciation as she gets closer, her mind obviously in the clouds by the far off look in her eyes. You don't see many brave souls who venture out in the dark to exercise but apparently she's one witch who's not afraid to mix with the creatures of the night. That must mean she's either looking for trouble or she is trouble. My lips twitch in eagerness to find out.

I'm about to clear my throat when she barges right into me, obviously too busy day dreaming to watch out for pedestrians. I stumble back a little, brows furrowed though more in concern for her well being than because she ruined my night. She lets loose a sailor's swear and pulls the ear buds out of her ears that I didn't even notice. No wonder she can day dream; She's got music filling up her ears. At her comment, I chuckle a little under my breath.

"Then I guess that makes this an everyday occurance."

I offer with humor in my voice. I wait patiently as her hungry eyes roam my form, knowing I've got nothing to hide. I can tell by the flicker in her eyes that she knows what I am just as readily as I knew what she was the moment I smelled her blood. At her smile, I have a feeling I won't be getting a blast of magic unless I ask for it. Good. I wasn't looking for a fight on a beautiful night like tonight. As she extends her hand, I smirk and offer my own, grasping hers firmly as I turn it so her hand is backside up so I can lean down and brush my lips against it before releasing her hand. As I straighten up, I look at her through dark lashes.

"A pleasure, Andy. I'm Damon."

I offer in return. She looks away for a moment but I'm not offended, sure that she's just scoping out the space around us in case we're not so alone. I know that dark hunters are patrolling the streets pretty heavily on nights around here but that doesn't dissuade me. I encourage a little bit of trouble. I nudge my head toward her ear buds.

"Anything good?"

I ask about her taste in music, wondering what I'll find out, if anything, about the sterling woman before me.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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