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 18, 2014 by Damon
West


She seems to relax a little when I laugh, as if glad that I'm not going to curse at her or tell her to watch where she's going. She grins in return before shrugging, my brow lifting in amusement when she goes so far as to say out loud exactly what I am. She also added in attractive, though I'll let that slide for now since I don't need my head to get any bigger. I can see that she's used to being straight forward. Thankfully for her, I like that in a woman. I don't like beating around the bush so much, though I do enjoy my fair share of games. I smirk.

"Well, it's not so often that I can run into a witch without my clothes catching fire either so I guess we're even."

I offer in a playful tone. I watch her cheeks redden as I kiss the back of her palm. Women are so unused to the mannerisms that used to be common place back in the day. It's tragic really. She grins even wider though and I take that as a small victory towards my charm. She responds politely with a wink, I'm sure proding at my use of such manners a little but I don't mind.

"I wouldn't say I'm all that kind, but I'll take it."

My eyes gleam with mischief. When I ask about her music, she seems puzzled at first before remembering the ear buds in her hand. I raise a brow with patience and amusement. Once she realizes though, she's quick to lift the screen so that I can see it and tell me what band she's playing. I grin.

"I saw them live in concert. It was some time ago, though. Still...awesome concert."

She fizes her ponytail before asking if I'd like to walk. I smile and nod.

"Sure. I can never turn down a pretty face."

I offer charmingly as I start to walk. I look around some, always alert of my surroundings before I turn back to her.

"Do you always choose to exercise at night? Aren't you nervous of the creatures that come out when the sun goes down?"

I lift a brow, truly curious of her answer.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos