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.
The VooDoo Room
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.
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.
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.
The taxi pulled up to the curb just outside the Witchery and the back door opened slowly. He stepped out of the cab carefully, taking his time as he looked around at the buildings around him. Pulling the black hood up over his head to cover his face better, he moved to take his luggage from the trunk of the car, handing the driver a good tip before he headed inside to get his room. Walking up to the desk, he smiled politely at the clerk. "Hi, I have a reservation. Walker, Christian." He waited patiently as she looked through her records before nodding in confirmation and grabbing a key from the back room. He took it politely and dipped his head before making his way up to his room. He didn't have much to unpack since he didn't have much to bring with him. He didn't bother taking his hood down as he opened one of his bags and went about checking for hex bags and other spells that could mean him harm. Call him paranoid but he knew not everyone was a friend, especially in witch territory. The Witchery belonged to another coven and it was always a mystery to him on what kind of terms they were on with the New Eden. Things changed at a moment's notice all the time.
Once he decided it was safe, he let out his breath in a soft sigh and set up his own wards to keep out tresspassers and those who might mean him harm. He wasn't in the mood to come back to have someone waiting for him. It had been done before. Then he made his way back out into the hallway and down into the lobby. He dipped his head in the general direction of the front desk in case the clerk was still there though he didn't look up to meet her gaze. He was always careful of who he chose to look at cause he knew how some powers worked and he didn't want anyone traipsing around in his mind. Too dangerous. He had too many secrets to keep. He found himself out on the sidewalk outside the Witchery, breathing in the night air as he started walking. He wasn't going in any particular direction, his head bowed, only lifting it enough to see where he was going to make sure he didn't run into anyone. His faded jeans made a light swishing sound as he walked, his black hoodie covering his torso and tussled brown hair, his intense blue eyes directed down at the sidewalk in front of his feet.
He wore Converses, comfortable and yet good for running or fighting, not that he did a lot of actual physical fighting. He knew enough moves to get the upper hand but he liked to do most of his offense from a distance where he was in his element, relying on his powers to see him to victory. He hated being in closed spaces or too close to someone, very much protective of his own personal space. That's why he stayed away from most of the heavy foot traffic on the sidewalk, even crossing the road when necessary to stay as on his own as possible.