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

fading into oblivion


Posted on August 12, 2014 by serafina dubois
West
kissing death and loosing my breath
Serafina had been more the willing to venture into the obscure parts of town with the strange man she hardly knew if only because of how incredibly human he was. The young witch her fair share of experience with the mortal kind as well as involvement with her own more wondrously inclined. Quite frankly, she feared her own species above her ordinary counter part ever single time. Despite this, a part of her hesitated as he began to lead her up the stairs, her stormy gaze shifting from the man she'd been following to her surroundings. Her lips pressed together as she considered the choice before her, quite abruptly deciding that this fellow, who ever he was, would have to be a damn good actor to turn into some kind of creep. Her feet hurried up the steps, effortlessly catching up to the man as he paused in front of a rather large door. Her head tilted to the side as she eyed the numbers, inquisitive to just what rested on the other side. Her interest shifted as moments seemed to pass and briefly Serafina considered assisting him in his hunt for his keys. Unfortunately, before the girl could move to assist in this quest, he decided a different route entirely.

Her mouth parted momentarily as if to offer a reply when, quite abruptly, he lifted his leg, choosing a far more violitile approach to the clearly offensive door. Note: don't be a door. Incredulously the young woman watched him slide the heavy object open, a crashing sound coming from somewhere deep inside the dark interior. Serafina flinched at the sound, her eyebrows raising ever so slightly as she glanced over towards him. Just what had she gotten herself into?! She watched as a mysterious object slowly began to roll towards the door and briefly Serafina considered that he'd brought her to her own personal form of a horror house. He was just like her mentor, clearly preferring his mess of things while she strove so passionately for some sort of order in all the chaos. "Okay..." She replied simply, trying her best to return his simper with a hesitant smile gracing her own fair features. "Do you...need help?" She questioned after a moment's thought, even if the young woman was certainly dreading the mess that was surely in the obscurity beyond.

serafina dubois

dig up her bones but leave the soul alone