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 October 19, 2015 by DAREIOS
West



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



His lingering interest in the witch was at its core, business related. Even if he did find her charming and a bit peculiar. So when she quickly catches his drift about a possible arrangement, his smirk spreads further across his cold, thin lips. Dareios finds a sick interest in watching her squirm, taking in the subtle changes in her eyes and face once she realizes he isn't a panther or a wolf or a snake. It's worse. He's dead. He suppresses a laugh at the thought but the smirk never fades. It's plastered there, the detail he can't hide, a dead giveaway of his full fledged amusement in this situation.

But oddly enough, it couldn't be more out of character for the usually quiet and kept-to-himself kind of vampire. Dareios blames it on Ian, and his human blood that is coursing through his veins right now. It's like it's replaced the adrenaline he hasn't felt since he was human. It's intoxicating and clearly, quite dangerous. This is why, after all, Dareios lives by a creed. He's been the kind of night crawler he despises, the kind that prey on others for the fun of it. After decades of abuse, he came clean. He's really not that type anymore.

But the fantasy is alive now. It's real. He remembers how good it feels to indulge. To tease. To have such power over someone else.

A cold, white hand is drawn to his jawline as the earth vibrates softly under their feet. He watches her, in her defensive stance, and resists the urge to clap in the wake of her quick-witted move. "I'm not here to hurt you, Sorcha. If I wanted to, I would have drained you dry by now." He says, almost nonchalantly. "I am, however, interested in your potions. I believe we could make a good deal of money together, if you would be so obliged."

He decides to ignore her obvious question about why he was here, in a rundown industrial part of town at such an hour. She was smarter than to expect an honest answer. Instead, a hand reaches into the breast pocket of his blazer and removes a card. It reads Dareios Auerbach, antiques dealer. On it lists his Anacosta Heights address, a phone number. The offer is raised as he holds out the card, and Dareios watches her intently. Perhaps he revealed himself just to scare her. Or maybe he chose to show her what it was she could be getting into, if she chooses to do business with him. He wasn't so sure in his current state. "I don't want to make you late for your were-friends. If you're interested, my door is always open. Though preferably, in the evening hours."


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl

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