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 Bint Bahar
What barman worth his salt would have ever turned away a customer determined to be singed again and again by the thick and burning wash of the world's many liquors? What false nobility was there to be had in denying a patron their chosen poison merely because it was presumed, quite falsely indeed, that they had "had enough"? None. And may this particular gentleman with his unabashedly wandering eyes and swine-like features be damned to the farthest and most domineering pits of whatever hell might await him for denying her the pleasure of finding the bottom of yet another overflowing tumbler. Who the fuck was he to decide when she had had enough?
Oh the things she would have said to him, the brazen and acidic syllables that stung the edge of her razor tongue as she waltzed with surprising ease from the facility's dank and dirtied bar room as he had not-so-subtly requested she do. The things she could have said, and yet none so much as purr from her pleasantly pouty lips, the wayward finger she salutes him with a far more telling intimation of exactly how much his opinion was valued and appreciated. Uppity bastard. She smiles to herself as she trudges along, the timely sway of her slender figure and the ease apparent in her gait betraying naught of the time she had already spent assaulting her liver with one brew or another. This was, she supposed, a not oft-discussed proclivity of the inebriated alcoholic... the ability to maintain a facade of sobriety for an impressively suitable amount of time before succombing to the phantom swaying of the earth felt by all eventual drunkards.
She is aimless for a time, the click of her heels sprightly against the concrete slab much akin to the ticking of clock before the comforting neon glow of a sign casts its colorful aura across her exotic facade. The Cat's Meow, eh? The flushed tip of her tongue plays at the brim of her lips as Askaree turns the idea of this new locale over in her mind, contemplating the strength of her curiosity's proverbially nudging hand before sidling through the doorway and into the hazy and dimly-lit space that lay beyond. A handful of quickly passing moments is spared in which she surveys the sensorial smorgasbord that quickly unravels before her: the dancers flouncing about in what she supposed could be considered their "costumes", the swirling mass of man-flesh just beyond the stage... a few of the more pathetic specimens nearly drooling at the display, and... praise be, the welcoming bustle anchored about a moderately well stocked bar.
The dark-haired damsel reclines against the glossed curve of the bar, the hue of her caramel skin a darkly alluring sight against the smoky luminance of the overhead lights. Motioning to the harried barkeep for the drink she intends, Askaree turns swiftly upon her heels to take in the show that seems to have captured the attention of so many.