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    The Residences

    Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

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    Anacosta Heights

    10 residents

    Anacosta Heights

    Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

    Ceara HadeRowena MetcalfEmma MikaelsonSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve ThornAndras Stein
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    Dupont Circle

    4 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they feature back yards, porches, garages and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Adelaide LabelleJohnathan HolmesGia Jones Aine O'byrne
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    Hawethorn Village

    5 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three story townhouses, often with a one to two car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces.

    Serafina DuboisDavante DorianAnastasia RomanovaLazarus DarayMiyako Aiken
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    River Dale

    10 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroKillian CarrickRegan IzumiElenore DorianSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
and the sun also rises101.180.53.52Posted On January 15, 2017 at 12:43 AM by Dorian Aragona

Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness


There was perhaps, the slightest of falters to his smile in that moment as the young Miss so informed him that she had thrown another vampire into a tree. In what capacity she held the strength to throw someone, anyone, let alone one of her own kind into a tree Dorian hardly knew and yet truly he was assured that while this was not the sort of behaviour any young lady should be engaging in he was, too, not near so foolish enough as to argue with her about it lest he find himself hurled into a wall in turn. Her assurance that vampires did not eat other vampires was met with a slightly quizzical look. Dorian sure, in turn, Sebastian had spoken of vampires feeding upon on another before. His lover having informed him that while unusual the practice was hardly common and something of a frowned upon interaction. The young one before him seeming convinced it was an activity by no means tolerable in any sense, so much so that she was determined to tell Sebastian of it in the hopes that the man might so assist her in finding her aggressor and punishing him. The very idea that his lover might be engaged in some sort of midnight assault upon another being was displeasing to him, in some fashion. That which he knew of his boyfriend hardly seeming to align with any belief he might go about creating fisticuffs in the back alleys of the streets. Dorian frowning slightly at even attempting to picture Sebastian involved in such a thing before the very idea that the vampire himself might get injured only seemed to result in a feeling if discord deeper within himself. An injured Sebastian a thought he simply could not bear.

“If you so managed to acquaint your assailant with a tree all on your own are you quite assured you need Sebastian to assist you?”

His words were no less careful chosen, his question so laced behind what was clear praise for her strength, child or otherwise Dorian was assured it would be unwise for her to believe he was, in any sense, questioning her abilities. The Monarch choosing instead to accept them, praise them and merely expand upon that idea before this declaration of a required tea party seems to set his nerves even further upon edge. It was, surely, only his terribly long life and indeed so much of it spent behind palace walls that saw him fail to break decorum even now and too- force his features to remain decidedly pleasant if not wholly neutral, refusing to allow the girl any hint of his apprehension and that faint flutter of fear that tugged at him. There was a wrongness to her. A wrongness to this situation, one he was ill-prepared to act upon with so little information of just who she was and as such he merely continues down this idea of a ‘party’ if only to placate her as one does any child. Her mention of his being a servant however very nearly saw that façade id pleasantness slip. A servant! He, of the House of Aragona, the very ruler of Italy! The nerve of her! She turns back towards him in that same moment, Dorian moving to assure his features remained neutral once more before regarding her evenly, offering something of an apologetic shrug.

“I fear I’ve not been a servant for very long.”

Truly he had taken it up about two minutes ago and yet this, he was sure, was an acceptable reason as to why this knowledge of tea so alluded him. Dorian moving then to take her hand and guide her towards the kitchen. The little vampire seeming assured that she might well know how tea was made and could, perhaps, afford him some level of instruction. The kitchen, however, was far more imposing then Dorian had ever recalled. He had been within but a handful of times to collect whatever food or drink it was Sebastian so desired him to consume and yet he had never before attempted to make anything. Samantha so having banned him from entering their kitchen at home for the very notion he was unable to use that appliances in a safe fashion. His further efforts to coerce the child into leaving had so seemingly failed as she attempted to contort her form into a tea pot, Dorian eyeing her almost dubiously.

“Don’t break anything.”

She had already begun to rummage, Dorian so inclined to feel almost possessive over those household items. The house, after all, was within his care, at least in some sense. The Fae King loath to have anything within it harmed before the girl so proudly produced that tea pot, handing it to him with instruction to fill it with water before placing it upon the fire. The tap is perhaps that single appliance he remains capable of using, Dorian moving to turn it and place the jug beneath it, the Fae inclined to feel decidedly domestic in that moment before place it upon those gas burners.

“How does one summon fire? Are you sure you wouldn’t rather pretend it is tea?”

He surely knew the answer to this already, the man having seen a stove be lit but once by Samantha in all his months within the city, his silver gaze falling upon those matches as Anna so afforded further instruction for turning the gas. That one did not require quite so much gas had failed to occur to him, Dorian merely doing as instructed before lighting that match- only to leap back with a yelp from that stove as if struck as it very near ignited in a flare of flame- the man hurrying to turn down that gas before standing himself well back from it.

“God, what a beastly machine!”

What an ordeal this was! His heart fluttering within his chest as he eyed that now boiling tea pot with something truly akin to fear, his silver gaze drifting back towards the child to make sure she had not caused any further damage herself as he attempted to compose himself once more.

“Forgive me, Sebastian and I do not often play ‘tea party’ I fear this is my first try.”





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