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.
Like a cage, a pain that he denies has him locked up in multi-faceted ways. He is left within the confines of these unforgiving bars with pieces of himself - like a puzzle strewn before him and in complete disarray. Without a clue as to how to put himself back together, let alone able to see a glimpse of the picture they were meant to portray - this man has become a beast with an insatiable thirst for the darkest of desires. One's he also attempts to drown in drug-induced stupor; one's that always prevail despite his confused effort.
Because of this only malice grows in this black heart.
And from time to time, he knows he must pry himself from his risque life style of pushing cocaine all over the city and slaving nameless women out to other men like trinkets for loan. It was the hustle and bustle of the big cities that brought him here, by the request of the Marcello's whom relied upon him in New York City. Amor did not argue with them when he was ordered to move away - no matter how much he was going to miss his own facility called the Blind Tiger.
It was where it all started, you know.
This downward spiral that he tried to avoid by crossing the sea.
It was his baby, this brilliantly pristine 1969 Barracuda that pulls up to the curb and is thrown in park. It is black on black leather and has been the only consistency in his life - the only thing that he had grown attached to. It roars beneath the hood as the long haired man stares through the windshield and even through the people that wander down the broken sidewalk. With a joint in his hand, he takes a few more hits - smoke billowing before his dark-edged face. And when he was satisfied, he kills the engine and steps out. Swinging the door shut behind him, but not before straightening his suit.
Amor sought to open another facility of his own.
Time to see what this city lacked.
He was not fooled by the shabby attempt to hide the night life that pulsed within. His upper lip curled and a hush growl is released at the thought of sweating bodies brushing and grinding up against him - the back room had always been his place; behind the scenes. And of course, as he opened the door and continued to the dance floor - the stench of sweat and even shame meets his keen senses and another guttural sound bubbles up from his chest.
He moves through the crowd with a quickness, wanting to seat himself at the bar and take in the scene. Sliding upon a stool, with eyes still wandering he addresses the bartender with his thick Romanian accent. "Grey Goose on the rocks." As per usual. Receiving the drink, he wraps his fingers about it with a clink of his silver pinky ring against the glass. Taking a sip he then begins about the club once more; curious to see what this place has to offer and how his own business could offer so much more.