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 07, 2014 by Caprice de Ricci
West
SOLO I FORTI VIVO
only the strong live

"Quod est venator obscurus."

Lips quirk upward slightly, brows furrowing for a millisecond before she realizes this is no baby vampire. Hazels lift from the vampire and up to the darkened sky for a moment. The question was a mere test to see whether or not the bloodsucker would dislike her mere presence or if perhaps he was a Decent; which was a name she gave those who in her mind had no reason to die. The stars twinkle gently overhead, causing her small smile to remain upon her face. Though she herself was no vampire, she had an appreciation for the night life, the way one could disappear in the shadows from prying eyes.

His low chords cause Caprice to return her gaze back to those piercing eyes of his and she tilts her head slightly. Eyes narrow lightly as she relives the barter that just occurred. She looks back to the door of the shop, glaring slightly before allowing her hard gaze to rest upon the blade that she has now put away. Slender hand releases the blade from its entrapment, allowing the moonlight to reflect upon the silver surface. Within it shines her own reflection, heart shaped face staring back at her with those pretty light eyes and those full lips. She arches a slender brow, lifting her gaze back to the vamp and shrugging.

" I needed to test it out before purchasing it." She says nonchalantly. " I can't have an off kilter blade when the hunt is on. " She is testing him, eyes seeming to gleam in the night as she watches him steadily. Blade returns to its home as she crosses her arms and juts out her chin. "Sei sola questa notte? (are you alone this night?) " Caprice smiles, a simple act that does not require her to show any teeth. She moves forward then, watching him as she comes to lean against the wall gently. "Care for company, pipistrello? (bat ;3 ) " Carpice smirks, turning and lifting her gaze to look at him.

Some would say she was fraternizing with the enemy.
Others would believe her to be a freak lover.
Caprice was simply bored.

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

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