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

SHE WAS BORN AND TAUGHT TO ROAR.


Posted on July 09, 2014 by Andy Aithne
West
ANDY AITHNE
SHE WAS BORN AND TAUGHT TO ROAR
Fortunately for Andy, the man's first reaction to the collision is to laugh, and she's grateful to return the favor. He's quite attractive (though most Vampires tended to be - they needed to attract the humans easily, after all) and the moonlight definitely can't take credit for that. She grins good-naturedly at his retort and the woman shrugs her shoulders in mock innocence. "You could say that, though it's not often my victim is an attractive Vampire." Andy had learned, upon her arrival to the city, that it was generally easier to avoid beating around the bush when it came to her acquaintances and what they were. She was a confident creature regardless of the species that she came across, and it would, perhaps, be more difficult for her to be anxious around the topic of Vampires and the like.

The vampire takes her hand graciously and Andy's cheeks flush as he kisses it gently. Despite attempting to refrain, she can't help but widen her grin at the brunette man and his gentlemanly gesture. It makes her wonder just how old he was. "The pleasure is all mine, kind sir." She shoots him a wink with her bright amber eyes.

Having forgotten her earbuds in her hand, it takes the Witch a moment to realize that Damon is questioning her taste in music and not her quick surveillance of the surrounding city block. "Not reall- oh." She pulls her iPhone from the armband around her upper arm to see what's playing now that she's taken the headphones from her ears. The screen lights up the darkness between them. "Just some Motley Crue right now." Andy shrugs nonchalantly but maintains her lopsided grin.

Taking a second to fix her ponytail, the Witch motions further down the block. "Would you like to walk?"
twenty one | witch | river dale | single | fire absorption

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