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.
Cull & Pistol
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.
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.
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
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
He'd only just gotten comfortable in his corner, having found a spot where he can see everyone in the bar and all the entrances and exits, at least those within sight. Even in a place like this where one should relax, he was always well aware of his surroundings. Maybe it was still the Viking warrior in him. He would never lose that part of himself. He leaned back in the booth, his arm draped over the back of the seat as his eyes swept over the other patrons of the bar. There was so much life here, so much going on. He lifted a brow as the girl who had been flirting with him suddenly recoiled as if she'd been struck, clearly scolded from a distance, but by who? Intrigued, his gaze followed where hers had been only a moment before to a man leaning back in a chair on the floor above.
Erik couldn't see too much of him from here but he could sense that he was a vampire. And he was important, since he was about the only one on the top floor that Erik could make out. A VIP, for sure. Maybe even the owner. He had an air of power about him, one Erik recognized instantly. He owned plenty of properties himself around the globe and or a while, he'd stuck around at one or two just to make sure they did well. He'd once been the man on the top floor surveying everyone below like ants. It was a heady feeling, but not one he envied. It would never be the same without Maria.
He thought for a moment that the man looked his way, his brow lifting again as if in expectation. Then he turned away his gaze as if bored, intrigued, but not enough to leave the man paying any more attention to him than anyone else around him. He wasn't here to noticed, after all. In fact, he'd picked a crowded place for the complete opposite, to blend in and disappear. So when a man walked out of the crowd and tapped him on the shoulder, he turned a questioning gaze on the man who said that the manager would like a word. Erik's lips twitched as he followed the man's gaze to the top floor once more. Guess he'd been too slow to look uninterested. He sighed before slowly rising to his feet.
He begrudgingly followed the man up the stairs to the top floor, taking in the man who sat up there alone as he got closer. He couldn't guess the man's age but he looked confident enough in himself that he was either old enough for some experience or he was just a cocky newbie. Either way, Erik wasn't sure how he wanted this to go. The minute he was done, he was out of here. He knew that much. He stopped a few feet away, not bothering to take a seat since he didn't know how long he planned on staying. Instead he lifted a brow in expectation. "So...what's the word?"