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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
    1 employees

    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

    Sous Chef Elenore Dorian

they say i'm a god 69.246.153.243Posted On April 06, 2017 at 12:40 PM by Iórkæll dværg






An eyebrow lifts, eyes darting from the drunkard on the floor to her startled reaction as she herself peers at the entrance. Nervous little thing though she hides it well. At her attempt to sound out his name her smirks, his plush lips twitching behind his bearded face. The act almost makes his scarred features even more gruesome, while on any other it may look borderline sexy. No, he is different and as the shadows cast over part of his face it is safe to say he isn’t like the others. And as she finishes her response towards his title, breaking it and absolutely destroying it in her mouth he waves a massive hand in the air as if to rid her of her own embarrassment. No one could speak it, and this he does not mind. The rumors call him “the viking” and for those people who question the feared brute from the darkness, they need not know his true title. A rumble is given to her, as if to say “shake it off, it doesn’t matter” and he moves on to observe her.

She is shy about the markings that grace her pale skin. She is unlike the girl from the park, who basks in what makes her, well her. No this girl covers herself, refusing to embrace her deformities as the art she carries. Her reply is simple, and his face grows somber with empathy. He nods, finger rising to his face to tap the jagged scar on his own face in consideration. He knows all too well of a father’s love. Seems like they are more alike than he originally believed.

The door slams, an entrance is made and the only reason he bothers to cast an icy glance their way is because of the flinch he witnesses. Dark Hunters, his lip twitches in disgust at the glances they throw around the area. They are looking for someone, and judging by the way she moves deeper into his own overcast, it is her they want. She speaks to him, a murmur of a question and he ignores it, fingers beginning to tap on the wooden table. She might be willing to hide but he isn’t. They can feel his eyes on them and one turns, casting a brown gaze in his direction. The viking stares, head tilting slightly as that previous smirk transforms into a smile. Light does not reach his eyes, the smile plastered on his face as if it were painted onto a doll.

The other looks away, speaking to his comrade as the other glances over his shoulder to the viking and his associate. The two hunters look away, discussing options no doubt and the viking turns to raven. “explain what is going on so I know there is a reason behind the massacre I am about to create.”


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