Welcome to the Necurat...

In the late eighteenth century a property of land within city limits was purchased by a Toreador, only a small handful then knew of the precise identity of this Toreador. What was known was that she was secretive and enjoyed her privacy thoroughly, and was not to be messed with for rumor had it she was quite old. Had opportunities to become Toreador Primogen but gracefully declined, simply stating that at the time being it was not what she wanted. Or so how the rumor goes.

Upon this land she erected an area of fun, a place for the arts for Kindred and mortals alike and an area of rest, a safe haven. Sanctuary for all Kindred. During this period many saw it's wonder and the beautiful art and creatures that came and went, such an undertaking was difficult, pressing into new territories. By the early nineteenth century the Prince of the city seeing the professional way things were handled at Necurat, having dealt with many problems rising from within the Haven section and always settling on side of the Necurat. He had gone to many meetings and shows held within the grand, luscious beautiful walls of Necurat that he declared it an Elysium. It was a sight to see for sure, for the time.

Rumors started to spread that this Toreador that ran the Necurat was the Prince's significant other and that on the odd evening when the moon was full and the stars shown brightly in the nigh one could hear their passion in the night breeze. Again all merely rumors of some crazy Malkavain.

During the wild days of the 60's the owner of Necurat became visible, known in the Kindred society. Now they have a face to who was doing such a job at controlling and maintaining the Club/Safe Haven why it was ran the way it was with such authority and feel about it. At the time a young man had started coming to the club that had captured the hearts of most of the women both mortal and Kindred a like. A flower child rebelling from his parents, he became sort of a regular at the club, he caught everyone's attention one way or another, Michael had a way with words and a short temper when it came to the mistreatment of women. Some say he brought Eshsa out of hiding for it wasn't long till they caught each other's eye and started a love affair that last quite awhile, Michael became Eshsha's Ghoul some years later on his 24th birthday.

The years to come were more relaxing, Michael's effect on Eshsa softened her up to a certain extent, as did Eshsa for Michael. Necurat took on a more fun loving way of things, but no matter how good of music or what the fade was the rules still stood. Fights were still taken out side and shifty deals that brought unwanted eyes/trouble to the Necurat was like bringing them to your own Haven. Rooms were sold with/without Vitae, elaborate bathrooms and fancy decorations, donations for those lost and found fledgling Kindred and no hunter could hunt or bring their prey into the Haven of Necurat, all were still carried on over the decades.

During the mid 1990's Michael finished a worldwide education in Business and Marketing, he wasn't just a pretty face, he had brains too. He had been helping out at Necurat and helping more then happily helping Eshsa out, he is totally and completely smitten by her. At this time Eshsa was a well-known singer of soft rock but was mainly known for her work in the Jazz world.