The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.
Ascension Center of Equitation
Beachside Bar & Bistro
The University of Sacrosanct
The Ascension Center of Equitation is the epicenter of the Dark Hunter Cavalry Unit. Originally a high-class facility for show-jumping, Ascension now caters entirely to the Cavalry Unit. Here the Dark Hunters learn how to ride and fight upon the backs of horses - many of which are Were's themselves.
Home of: The Cavalry
Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.
Owner Adelaide Labelle
Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday-related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.
Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often seen as a way to guard this magical city against the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.
The University of Sacrosanct offers some of the top programs in the nation with its outstanding campus and specialized faculty. The University places a high focus both upon educating future generations but also on research to help revolutionize the world. The University welcomes the talent of students across the world to enroll and unlock their unlimited potential. With applications from across the nation, classes fill up quickly.
BA in Plant Biology Abigail Hughes
She had been wakeful for the better part of an hour now, intent upon rousing before the sun could stake its claim to the world as she had done nearly every morning for greater than a century. The Duchess' condition dictated that the nighttime and twilight hours were to be largely beyond the grasp of her metaphorically reaching fingers lest she dared plunge herself into the impenetrable abyss. And so it was that Anastasia woke before the sun so that she might indulge in every hour of its brilliance, waiting with admittedly uncharacteristic patience for the moment when those first etherreal rays might pierce the visual effluvium and beckon her onward.
It is then, as she casts her eyes towards the window of her suite in search of the promised efflugence, that the padding of bare feet upon polished stone tiles draws the young woman's attention. A simper, perfectly understated upon features that were otherwise unapologetically austere, blossoms readily upon her lips as Anastasia pads lightly across her bedroom and into the common areas beyond. The peasant blouse and expertly-fitted, dark-washed demin trousers she has doned this day are a stark contrast to her usually far more formal garb, the silken curtain of crimson hair that falls about her shoulders in a glistening waterfall finishing a look that is relaxed yet nonetheless unequivocably exquisite. Even in metaphorical rags, she was royalty.
"Good morning, Alexander," she cooes affectionately before the scrutiny of her gaze falls to the box placed so innocently upon the countertop and the pastries nestled within. "Chto eto?" What is this? The query is placed almost entirely to herself as the Russian woman clasps a pastry suspiciously betwixt two slender digits, the evidence of a furrow pinched between her expertly-manicured brows as she nibbles inquisitively upon a single, flaky corner. "Mmm, it is like... vatrushka," she issues with a note of something not unlike approval as she moves to indulge further in the cheesy treat. The brims of her cherried lips twitch impishly as her eyes cut towards her father, the inflection in her voice as sweetly venomous as it always had been. "Did you choose this hotel because of the life-sized statue of you in the lobby? If so, you'll need another of these," she quips, pressing a finger against the box of pastries to slide it across the counter towards him, "to feed your ego."
Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia