The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.
The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.
The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.
Owner Alexander Macedonia
Barista Alexis Wilde
Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium
Owner Isolt Marcello
Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue
With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.
Anastasia Romanova
It would have been disingenuous indeed for it to be denied that there existed a certain measure of apprehension, no doubt bred of moral repugnance, that punctuated her outting this eve. It was not to be presumed that she lacked introduction to the idea of a burlesque; after all, when one had witnessed the dawn and dusk of a century they tended to be introduced to rather a lot of things. It was, more so than not, a significantly influential byproduct of having spent her formative years beneath the heft of royal expectations. In the time of Anastasia's transformation only a certain clutch of women would have dared parade about in garish outfits for the oft-lascivious delight of a crowd of wayward men, none of whom she had ever dared socialize with. It would seem that not even the corrosive tide of a hundred years or more could weather that which had been instilled within her at so youthful an age.
Yet still did the length of her shadow cast its shade unto the stone doorstep of the Cat's Meow, the clicking of polished heels forfeited to the atmosphere, consumed by the lively thrum of the melodies within. This would, she hoped, prove a brief and productive errand that would soon see the Grand Duchess liberated from the cloying smog of perfume and alcohol. She glides beyond the establishment's threshold with all of the poise and grace to be expected of former royalty, scrupulous eyes perusing the gathered crowd for a generous handful of moments before falling dutifully upon her intended. It was yet another victory of the innate intuitiveness gifted to her by her creator; a formidable cheat, as it were, employed to make short work of what would have otherwise been a decidedly irksome game of cat and mouse.
Easily does Anastasia pilfer out an empty booth for herself, no sooner straightening the black cocktail dress that clung impressively to her curves than she was approached by a finely-dressed member of the wait staff. Proffering up not a word, simply motioning to the man she seeks to lure, does she send off the young woman to fetch whatever it was this William had seen fit to fill his glass with. Not a glance is offered to the stage, the rhythmic flouncing of scantily-clad dancers hardly a matter of care now or ever for the auburn-haired damsel. Instead does she monitor the journey of the waitress as she deposits the libation upon the table at the man's side, motioning with an unheard explanation to the elegantly-garbed woman in the far booth, a simper plucking easily at the cherried brims of Anastasia's lips.