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

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 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

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Manager Raven Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford


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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

still just a rat in a cage

Posted on January 08, 2020 by Marcelo Rumeir

Everything eventually falls apart. At least, if you're human. The world crumbles around you - people die, lands are destroyed, homes are lost, love is broken. And eventually, you too, fall apart. Your bones begin to turn brittle, your blood begins to thin, and you disintegrate like a dried flower hanging from the rafters. But what if you are not human? What if you are like Marcelo, a being that cannot fade away. Do you seek out other things that cannot be destroyed? Is that human nature? Is that why Marcelo so often finds comfort in vampires and hunters? Find someone like you and become one with them- they will never leave you, you will never die. But, even then, they all left him. There is no ending, no ominous fire in the sky, no hell below - there is simply eternity. And eternity is a very long time.

The earthen eyed jackal boy with locks of brandished gold enjoys fighting, it's easy when you have nothing to lose. But he is that eternal teenage boy, eager to test his strength and get the opportunity to kick the crap out of someone. Getting punched, or in this case, stabbed, was just something that came with the territory. And, really, it wasn't all that bad. Sure, painful, but being boring hurt a whole lot more.

Her panic is to be expected, but still, Marcelo forgets so often that not everyone can live forever such as he can. (Thank goodness, because then he wouldn't be so special anymore, he often thinks.) He stands with the knife in his hand, blood pooling from the wound in his chest that come a few days would not even be a scar upon his sun kissed skin. Her hands reach against his chest and he watches as blood meets her own skin, staining it red. His own hand follows hers and he moves them off of his chest, already the bleeding was slowing. "Whoa, a bit quick to be getting to second base don't you think?" He jests with a wicked grin. He leans close as if he were about to share some wild secret, but quickly pulls away with an annoying shrug. "It was barely a flesh wound."

An obvious lie.
He's just toying with her now.

What a dick.

Finally, he bites. Nadya was something different, not in the way lovers talk of first meeting each other, but for the first time in a long time, Marcelo found some sort of trust with the other were girl. But a quick smack to the chest sends him reeling back from whatever serious thoughts roamed through his head. His laughter rings clear in the evening air. "Where's the fun in that, gotta keep them guessing," he says before following her order without really a second thought to it. He pulls the hunter into the hiding place before heading back towards Nadya. "You're kind bossy, you know that?" He says, ruffling his golden brown locks, his smirk says he wont hold it against her. Marcelo was no alpha, he wasn't even born a were, he was destined to follow, when he wasn't behaving as a lone wolf of course.

What he doesn't expect next is another shove to his chest (seriously? Watch the wound.) He laughs as he lets her do so, directing him towards her car. She hands him a towel and he begins to dab some of the blood off of him as best as he can. She then directs him to get into the back seat. "Whoa, whoa, my mom told me to never get into a car with a stranger," he says. It is an obvious lie, the last time Marcelo saw his mother was over 500 years ago, long before the invention of cars. Marcelo crawls in and waits for Nadya to do the same. "So you have children?" And, for once he almost sounds sincere. Children were always an...interesting topic for Marcelo, but, there can be more on that later. He leans forward then towards her, easy to do when you don't wear a seatbelt. "While I am enjoying the ride, where are we going, and why?" This wouldn't be the first time he's been taken somewhere after letting that all too juicy little secret slip.

{ it is far better to live like a lion for a day than live like a jackal for a hundred years }