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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

    owned by Eve Thorn
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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

    Owner Eve Thorn

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    The VooDoo Room

    owned by Ceara Hade
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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

    Owner Ceara Hade

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    The Witchery

    owned by Rowena Metcalf
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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

    Owner Rowena Metcalf

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they say i'm a god 69.246.153.243Posted On April 05, 2017 at 1:36 PM by Iórkæll dværg





It’s cute, how timid and broken she is. At his touch she flinches causing a glint to catch in his dead gaze. Her words fall upon deaf ears, his attention already turning to the hunters in the distance. She will get no reply from the viking, nothing more than a gruff noise more beast than man. Yet he manages to remain a gentleman, allowing her to step into the establishment before he does. He towers over her, a massive shadow that follows behind her closely. His chest radiates heat upon her, eyes darting amongst the patrons in an unbothered yet very bothered way. Doesn’t make sense does it? Well nothing the viking does makes sense really.

It is a table in the back she picks and for this he is grateful. The shadows engulf his face, eyes startling in the darkness once he sits down. Burly hands remove the silver coated axe at his side. Funny. He carries the one thing that could be his downfall as his main weapon, the silver tipped axe shining in the limelight as he rests it against the back wall beside his chair. Her hand extends, offering his drink and his full lips twitch underneath his beard. Surprisingly, he is careful when reaching for it, not allowing his fingers to brush hers.

A small crash is heard and icy eyes flick to his left to watch a drunk man retrieve his now empty drink from the floor, laughter soars between him and his comrades. The viking raises his own mug, allowing the earthy drink to quench a thirst he did not know he had. Dribbles of liquid spill from the sides, falling into his beard as he tilts the mug back and back until nothing remains in his cup. A sigh escapes him, turning into a belch that he shakes off. Waving his hand in front of his face he leans his chair back on the two rear legs, booted feet rising to rest on the side of the table, one crossed over the other. How rude he must look, belching and sitting as he sits in a place like this. The voo doo room...heard it won awards.

“a pleasure, Raven. I am Iórkæll dværg, if that is too hard to pronounce, call me varg.” his husky baritones are laced with ale, hands rising to intertwine behind his head as he gazes at her, sitting in silence for a moment. How uncomfortable she must be, him, this massive brute of a male, just staring at her with such an intensity. “who gave you those?” he questions lightly, head tilting in her direction to point out the scars upon her face. Eyes drift to her fully covered sleeves, an idea of what’s underneath them. She could tell him, or not. He wouldn’t care to be honest. It isn’t his business and as far as he is concerned neither was she. Judging by the aromas triggering off her in waves, she had a mate who’s job it was to do that and it wasn’t this viking.


Iórkæll dværg
werelion - male - single - played by sunii





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