North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager 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 - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves 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 allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.

The VooDoo Room

Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.

The Witchery

Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.

let them eat cake;


Posted on June 18, 2014 by Marjorie
North


She had received the invitation thanks to the delicate hands of the newest of her day keepers. She didn't trust him much yet, but this invitation, well, it was too much to resist. Marjorie had always been a social creature, and she was never one to live alone. There had been lovers, and even a few great loves in her past, but they either perished with the passing of time, or things fell apart like they were apt to do. This was her newest start, and she had every intention of establishing herself as a prominent vampire. She may have not been the oldest, but perhaps she could hold some sway over the vampiric society as the Duchess had many skills that could prove to be quite applicable and useful in situations where they were needed.

Choosing a dress was quite taxing on her mindset. The invitation made it clear that there would privacy and blood would be flowing freely but what of the dress code? Modern dress was so varied and what was acceptable at one party was hardly appropriate for another. Marjorie struggled with such fine lines at times. Her brown eyes scanned the closet. She turned her eyes from the dresses she had kept with her from her beginnings and turned towards the most recent acquisitions. Marjorie leafed through some of them before pulling out a chic dress, with black and the slightest bit of sequins to catch the light. She calls in one of her maids, already slipping into the black corset that would be hidden under her dress. Women had always said that beauty hurts. Well, sweethearts, spanx were nothing in comparison to a boned corset tied by hands that knew how to keep the laces tight. Yet, Marjorie rarely ever showed her face in public without one and her body had morphed to allow her to have waist that was impossibly small. As the maid tightens the final run, she growls and groans withstanding the final ties. The maid quickly exits the room and Marjorie slips into the black dress. The dress itself clung to her, falling to right above her knees. She slipped on gloves that came up to her elbows. The final touch was a ruby necklace that rested comfortably in the mild amount of cleavage showing with a matching bracelet draped over the right wrist.

The purposeful click took her from her rooms to the car that was waiting. As she pulled up to the bar, she raised a brow at the establishment. For once she was glad that she had overdressed. This place seemed to exude radiance. It was clearly a place that she would be frequenting more. As she stepped through the door she watched, it was obvious that she was either early or Ceara's invitation had been passed over. There were more than 4 vampires residing in this city, it was something that was clear from her dealings at night. Then again, perhaps they were afraid of the Weres on this evening. Marjorie feared very little in her life, and thus entered the room with her head held high, the long brown locks curled and pinned leaving her neck to only displace the rubies she had chosen. A blood doll slaps a man across the cheek, before stomping off in some sort of mad temper tantrum. A raised brow was the only indication that she had seen the situation at all. She slides next to Damon, her petite frame and small frame evident as she orders a drink from the bartender. The glazed look on his features told her all she needed to know about him. Not to be trusted. Ah well, good help was so difficult to find these days. As she received the wine, she glanced towards her companion. Her voice came smoothly, with largely a lack of any indication for her origins save the slightest hint of English accents. "You know, many would not tolerate a meal to hit us and walk away. Where I last resided, if a doll dared to do that...she would of found herself completely drained. And not in a way she would of enjoyed." Marjorie was ruthless when necessary and her morals did not expand. They did not forgive. It was something that she held very high. The new staff had already learned that the hard way. The Duchess was not to be disrespected.


MARJORIE de VERE
the duchess

Replies