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 (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
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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

Ryuji Hiroto,Audette Rousseau

I don't want to say goodbye

Posted on March 30, 2020 by Raylin Chike

Raylin Chike

It was perhaps one of the more dingy places Raylin frequented - not that she minded it, she preferred it if she were being honest to herself. Although, the thought of her parents finding out where she spent most of her evenings did send a chill crawling down her spine. Ray could practically hear the lecture she would get from her esteemed father, that this was no place for a woman. Still, it didn't stop her. It was one of the only places you could play a good game of pool, the other establishments across town a little too refined, she never felt like she could waltz in with ocean soaked hair and grungy clothes anywhere else. Even now, her hair was still damp from a romp in the ocean with her surf board, her pink hair drying in disarray, and cheeks still reddened from the cold.

Pushing her way through the bar, she sets her bag on the ground before sliding into a stool. She couldn't deny that the traumatizing memory of that vampire coursed through her every time she made her way into a bar. It took her several months before she could set foot in a bar again, the image of her friend with his throat ripped out and dying in front of here never straying far from her thoughts. Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. And yet, she couldn't keep herself from coming back, she very much doubted that Tim would be pleased that she had been frightened away. Sighing softly, she pushes the memory from her mind before ordering a pale ale, her fingers drumming slightly on the surface of the bar in a mixture of nervousness and restless energy. Catching herself, she stops just as the beer arrives and she releases a breath, the pent of tension beginning to slowly ease itself from her shoulders.

Taking a sip, she spins in her chair to watch the pool games in progress, noting the line of contenders. She desperately wanted to play though she was certain there was no way she was going to get a game in before she needed to head home. Frowning at the thought, the scream of feedback through a speaker draws her attention to the small stage in the room, Ray's ears perking up at the unfamiliarity of it all. It wasn't often the bar had a live performance simply because it was on the shadier part of town. Still, a sense of giddiness swam in her belly, she had lucked out to be here on a live night. Facing the stage, the pool game is long forgotten as the jukebox is suddenly cut off just as an Asian man hops onto the stage and begins with his performance.

Raylin had to admit - it wasn't what she expected.

His words fell from his lips like poetry, the music itself taking on an older feel. She couldn't deny that she was impressed, the man seemingly confident as he captured the attention of the crowd. Crossing her leg, she bounces her foot to the rhythm, her beer settled carefully on her lap as she nods her head to the music.