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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on August 07, 2015 by DAREIOS
West



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



Dareios wasn't the type to go out looking for trouble. He was well mannered, brought up in a high class, though working family and for the most part, enjoyed the finer things in life. His Anacosta Heights brownstone was filled with many expensive trinkets --- many of them family heirlooms he'd accumulated over the centuries he'd been alive. In a way, it was how Dareios honored his human heritage, and the life he had been forced to leave behind back in Dublin. But on this particular night, under the waxing crescent moon, Dareios moved at a brisk pace over the uneven and slick brick-laiden path of the old shipping district in the west side of town. Business had been slow lately -- slow enough that he would be caught dead (har, har) in this part of town alone, and in a suit that cost more than two years worth of rent in this shit hole of a neighborhood.

His associate, it seems, had been stealing from him. Now don't get me wrong. Dareios is a level headed man. He always has been. He's sympathetic to those that deserve it. Ian, however, was not among them. So the vampire had feasted on his human counterpart. Slowly of course. Painfully. Whatever life was left in him was sure to be drained this very evening when Dareios returned from the drop Ian was scheduled to attend. Humans. It is so hard to find good help these days.

The drop, to the vampire's surprise, went according to plan. The cash in the envelope was tucked neatly into an inside breast pocket and off he went. His heels echoed loudly against the damp walls of the alleyway. He scowled upon realizing his fine Italian leather shoe had landed into the depths of a murky and thick puddle along the roadway. Tomorrow the hunt for a new human hire would begin.



Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl


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