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.
Bartender Raylin Chike
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
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
His life had fallen into a routine and the man wasn't sure he was happy about it. Sure, he had a garage where he could work on bikes and cars to his heart's content and call it a job, but he'd lost things in the meantime. Adelaide went back to France and took a piece of his heart with her that he'd never get back. He knew he could have gone with her, but something was holding him back. Maybe he'd change his mind some day, but for now, he felt like he needed to be here. So the man did his best to push her from his thoughts and went about his days. Sleep, work, sleep, work. He got to know some of the guys at the garage. Tony was a cool guy and Dean wasn't all that bad either, at least when they got to drinking. Taylor was never a lush or anything like that, but he enjoyed a couple beers with the guys every few nights just to take the edge off and rant about their day.
It was looking like one of those nights when he clocked out, already thinking about a cold beer and some leftover pizza when he got back to the apartment. Taylor waved to the guys and told them he'd call them, deciding he'd go home first and probably chow down on the pizza first before meeting them, that way he'd be able to hold his alcohol a little better. Didn't need no bar fights tonight. He'd usually take his Harley to and from the shop but the new part had just come in last week and Taylor had been meaning to park it long enough to install it. He tried to start it over the weekend and ended up on the phone with his mom so he had to put off putting the bike back together until he had the time. Therefore, it was still parked for the moment. Oh well, he could use the fresh air.
Taylor headed down the sidewalk and headed toward his apartment. He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until he heard the guy on the phone whining rather loudly about being pushed. It was out of curiosity more than anything that he even turned his head, but when he did, all he could see was a man glaring after a woman who was already walking off to a corner without a second glance. She didn't even apologize or shoot him a glare back. Huh. Usually, Taylor wouldn't find that odd, but the man just looked like a prick so he knew he would have said something if it was him. Maybe she was headed somewhere important. But something about the way she moved around the corner made him second glance anyway. Sighing, Taylor ran a hand through his hair and headed in that direction, trying to be sly as he peeked around the corner. That's when he saw her flipping through a wallet and taking cash out of it.
He caught a glimpse of a picture in the wallet, a man and a woman and the man looked pretty familiar. He couldn't help but smirk a little as he leaned around the corner a little. "I'm going to say that's not a picture of you and your significant other, if only cause he didn't seem too happy to see you a second ago."