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

I-I'M NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM.


Posted on December 27, 2014 by REGAN IZUMI
West
Do you ever stop to wonder if they love you?
When you look into the mirror do you see the truth?
D-Do the voices in your head still got you confused?
Do they make you wanna say...
I-I'm not who you think I am.
The night is ominous. Having stumbled upon the wandering Vampire, Regan was entirely unsure what to make of the situation. Her violet gaze swept the pale flesh and creamy complexion, the crimson hair and azure eyes with a practiced, detached ease. A feline grin stretching the edges of her lips as the Vampire stumbles over her feet in a rare display of clumsiness. Obviously this one was a fledgling to still be surprised by the things that go bump in the night. Pity. Regan both envied and despised her for her obliviousness. The stench of innocence and naivety clung to the Vampire, along with the undertones of fear and something akin to curiosity. Hm.

Regan prowled closer. The loose roll of sinew beneath the ebony of her coat showcased as her shoulders rose and fell with seductive predatory grace. Her ability flares to life, brighter in the darkness as the violet hue of her eyes glow. She waits, her ears catching the beginning of some type of plea before another presence registers. A silent snarl curls her lips -- pulling the blackened flesh to reveal the large ivory fangs on either side of her mouth. A low, eerie keen rising from her lips in a broken warning. No one told her what to do. No one.

She glides in front of the Vampire, a piece of the darkness detaching itself and moving towards the Ark at preternatural speed. She slams on the brakes, skidding to a stop about a foot away from the burly man and repeats the low, eerie keen. That silent snarl ever present on her lips. She could not have told him to back the fuck off any better in words. With a flick of her tail, she rounded him once. Circling him like prey before wandering back towards the obviously lost and demented Vampire. Why else would she be here? With a a not too gentle shove, she begins to move the Vampire away from the Ark. This was not a place she should be. Right?





"Thinks like this"



Regan Izumi
WereTiger -- Mute -- Played by Megs

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