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.
askaree
What should have been a simple, relatively-quick errand, was quickly devolving into somewhat of a thing thanks to the three fuckwits and their half-assed attempt at a heist, and the evidence was a veritable hatchet slicing an ever-deepening line betwixt two perfectly manicured brows. Askaree stood, hands raised barely above shoulder level, eyeballing the trio in an almost idle fashion in the moments before the gent who was (presumably) the head of this budding criminal enterprise turned his attention, and his firearm, towards her.
"Hit the floor, sweetheart." The Egyptian woman's eyes narrow, an insidiously impish grin tugging at the brims of her lips as she responds with a single word. "No." Mr. Ocean seems confused, a duo of bushy eyebrows perched on a steadily-beading forehead come together in consternation before words once again find his tongue. "What did you say, bitch?" The simper broadens upon the pouty cushions of her lips as she inclines herself ever so slightly towards him. "Sorry, it's probably my accent. What I said, darling, is that there is no fucking way I'm going to risk exposure to whatever strain of the plague is growing on this floor. SO, I can either get up against the wall or you can get the hell out of my face and I'll be on my merry way. Understood?" She fixes him a toothy, charade of a grin- a farce in every way that it could have been, the fallacy of its kindness not daring to reach the glistening honey of her eyes. It is a small mercy, of sorts, that she offers to him... but only this once and even this was soon to expire. If there was even a shard of wisdom hidden somewhere in that menagerie of grey slop that was sloshing about between his ears he would take the young woman at her word.
"Listen here...,", he snarls, pressing the cool metal circle of the gun's business end into the dip of Askaree's clavicle. Well, fuck. The woman herself knows not if the sigh she intends actually does whistle from her lips or if it remains solely an intention for it may very well have been forfeited to the swift calamity that follows. In a single, sweeping motion does Askaree's hand rise to coil about the lengthy, slender barrel of the rifle pressed to her caramel flesh only to, with equal swiftness, use her leverage to ram the heel of the gun straight into the aggitated stranger's nose. He collapses immediately, hand's pressed to a face that already bore the glistening streaks of blood freshly drawn. That's what he was fucking due for not knowing how to properly hold a rifle. The Egyptian woman maintains her hold upon the smooth barrel of the rifle, the barest touch of her affinity seeing the weapon's remaining parts disassemble and clatter to the floor at her feet. Discarding the last parcel unto the writhing form of their companion, she turns to the remaining duo with the very same poisonous simper tugging at the edges of her lips. "The wall it is then, yes?"