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.
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked While my employment had been on a severely royal and different scale in another time, working in the city of Sacrosanct seemed undeniably attainable, even if the work was not nearly as self-fulfilling as it were centuries ago. No longer were there flags needing to be championed in battle astride some kind of powerful four legged beast. No longer was there a need for soldiers like I had been trained; I was able to harbor dangerous skills beneath silken, hand-woven dresses and an exterior of frost and etiquette, skills that were no longer needed by my king or queen, or lack thereof, of either. The demands of my job then had been rigorous and exciting, but now? Now, I found myself longing for days when I was able to exact vengeance on an enemy in the realest sense of the words. Now, I found myself forcibly deciding between living my days as a recluse and enjoying solitude or living out my days with a purpose, regardless of how grand or not said purpose was. And in fact, it was the latter that had brought me to the steps of and establishment in the works of becoming public. The Burlesque had caught my attention through an unintentionally eavesdropped conversation I had overheard in the confines of an Irish pub earlier in the week. While the song, dance, and drink of the pub reminded me of Home, the comical way the group of young women referred to the burlesque had peaked my attention and granted me the idea that perhaps it was well within my ability to offer services to the club. After all, those attending such establishments often had a need for protection of some kind and that was where my expertise lay. Though I might appear a mere female woman to most, beneath my exterior stood a strong and steadfast warrior that desired to stand for something. And if that something happened to be the respect of the individuals inside of a club, then I was fulfilling whatever inner desire I needed to. With that notion in mind, I relegated the name of the burlesque to memory before arranging and actual time to examine the location in person. "The Cat's Meow" loomed ahead with its presumably bright lights off as it lay in wait of it's opening night. While I had been vaguely amused by the moniker prior to my visitation, the humor did not wear off as a tickled smirk gently tugged my ever-youthful features as I entered the building. I had dressed in a comically professional way with my lithe figure dressed in a pair of slim black pants and a loose, long sleeved black jersey-material top that fit my torso in a complimentary way. My white-blonde hair had been pulled back with a black band in a tight, long ponytail, offering a minimalist but professional look to the woman I had planned on meeting. "My name is Lyrica Guiare. I am Nadya Tetradore's 3pm." There was a certain nobility to the lilt with which I spoke, my accent having faded some over the years with use. Irish tones aside, I was told to wait in lobby area for the woman who was the proprietor of the business. Lyrica Irene Zvaniga Until They Close Their Eyes for Good |