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

beyond the veil (Raven)


Posted on May 23, 2014 by Roisin Collins
West




America, even now Roisin wasn't sure why she decided to leave Ireland to come here, everything she knew was back home. She needed to go out on her own though, she was twenty years old now, and she knew that coming to this particular city would help her powers strengthen. She was already decently strong; she had been perfecting her craft since a young age, but in her mind there was always room for improvement. Roisin was a perfectionist in all aspects of her life, and though it broke her heart to leave her family back in Kilkenny it was necessary. So here she was fresh off the plane, her innocence so clearly seen with just a glance, and for some that meant she was a very easy target.

It also didn't help that she had found herself in the clearly not so safe part of town, but she tried to appear confident. To those watching her it was clearly an act, because one look into her eyes would give away everything she was feeling. Roisin was terrified; she knew that being here for much longer was dangerous, especially since night had fallen along with the temperature. She pulled her jacket tighter around her as she hoisted her purse higher onto her shoulder. She was suddenly feeling very glad that she had found a little motel to put her things in before she decided to go exploring, especially since more and more people would watch her as she continued on her way back to the motel.

A cool breeze stirred and toyed with her light brown hair which was simply straightened and fell about her shoulders. Her lower limbs were covered by a pair of denim jeans that rested on her hips and disappeared into a pair of black boots that stopped mid-calf. Her shirt was a deep red and hung loosely on her thin body, and a brow jacket was over that, protecting her from the surprising cold the night greeted her with. Almost everything she wore was a little big on her, she had the body of a ballerina, and it was hard to find things in her size so she always improvised. Roisin had a playful bohemian style about her, something that her sister had always teased her about, especially since the older woman was a bombshell in designer labels. That didn't matter right now though; right now all she wanted was to get somewhere safe. Bright blue eyes finally landed on the street she was looking for and a small smile appeared on her lips as her steps quickened.

Just as she thought she was home free a tall dark figure stepped before her, blocking her path to safety, and she felt her heart begin to race. Her eyes shifted up to look the man in the face, but his face was hidden by a hood, all she could see was white teeth and very bright eyes. A quick step back was taken and she turned to go back the way she had been walking from, but another tall figure stepped in her bath. Fear-filled eyes shifted from one male to the other, both of their faces mostly hidden by hoods that made the shadows fall perfectly against her face. Roisin bit down on her lower lip and tried to side step around the, but they moved quickly to block any available path to her. They stood there for just a few seconds before she heard a cold laugh coming from one of them that made chills skitter down her spine. "Well look what we have here. She's a pretty little thing isn't she?" Roisin's fear only grew stronger at his words and she clung tighter to her purse, not sure what else to do. It was times like these she wish she had her older sister with her, that woman could handle any situation no matter what it was, and though she didn't practice as diligently as Roisin did her craft was much stronger.

"Please, I don't want any trouble. I just want to get back to my room."

Her fearful voice gave out in a heavy Irish accent, and that only seemed to make them chuckle even more. They stepped even closer to her then before she could react the first man lunged forward and ripped her purse from her arm, and the other lunged as well but grabbed her. A yell of fear passed her lips as she felt those strong arms grip her and right away she struggled against them best she could, but it didn't take her long to realize they weren't human. Her blue eyes grew wider as she was slammed into the nearest wall and the man who grabbed her purse quickly moved his hands over her body looking for anything else of value. Roisin knew that if she didn't get out of here she could very possibly die, and then she would never get to see her family again.

"Please, you can have my money, take whatever you want, but please just let me go!"

The men stopped moving for a second but still held onto her, their eyes looking her up and down as their smiles turned even more cruel and animalistic. It was then she realized what she said and panic started to set in, she knew what they wanted now, and that was something she was definitely not prepared to give to anyone just yet. She especially didn't want it forced from her, because that would make it hurt much worse and she would never be pure again. Once again she tried to struggle against them, she had to get away, she had to survive to see another day. "Did you hear her? She said we could take anything, that's so thoughtful. Let's see what you've got to offer, little Ireland." The nickname made her stomach churn and twist into knots, and a hand now gripped her throat tightly. She could feel her oxygen begin to be cut off a bit, but they wanted her to be conscious so they made it so it was just uncomfortable. Their hands started moving over her body once again, but this time in a more sexual manner and again she tried to get away.

"Please! Somebody help me!"

She hoped that someone would hear her, someone who would actually be willing to help her instead of take advantage of her like these two were trying to do. They weren't happy with her screaming out so they quickly slapped her across the face before pressing a heavy hand over her mouth. Roisin's small body was pushed even tighter against the rough brick wall and the one holding her neck put his face in hers. She heard a growl come from her which only pulled a muffled whimper from her own lips. Roisin couldn't fight anymore, the other man had her arms pinned and made sure her legs were unable to use as well. Right now they were winning, and Roisin was regretting coming to America, especially if this was her welcome party.


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Roisin Kaitlin Collins

20 years old

Friend to No One

Lover to No One

Wife of No One

Character of Immy


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