Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

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Posted on November 08, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
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He made few attempts to be silent as he wandered, boots scuffing at the earth as the lithe, white haired creature moved to stroll down the centre of the street itself. The late hour at least assured a lack of traffic, the young man's pale hair aglow within the dim light of the street lamps as he moved to pass between them. He is hardly far from his own home and yet he finds himself restless tonight, irritable, those strange violet eyes given to peer beneath that forelock of snowy hair as he moved to continue his seemingly aimless wander. He can feel those around him, those of his own kind and yet it is only one in particular he seeks. Information is not particularly hard to gleam in such a city, easier still when you are willing to....persuade others to talk when they might otherwise refuse, his interest in one particular female Were having permeated his presence upon this street tonight. The lithe young man little more than a ghost amongst the black and dark. He can sense her surely as much as he can scent her, some deeper part of himself recoiling readily from such a creature, one designed to consume his own flesh and yet that human part of him, for now, remains far more dominant- exerting its will upon the equine and ceasing it's inbred fear. A Werepanther was surely a dangerous foe and yet it was for this very reason the man sought this particular woman.

Her exact address he hardly knew and yet that she existed somewhere within this area was enough. He would find her all the same, a panther was surely unlikely to remain indoors for long on a night like this. He merely had to wait, to see if his information was at all correct and indeed should he prove otherwise he was entirely content to make such a thing known to the unfortunate creature whom is had been removed from. Prey species he may be, yet there is assurance to his steps, a confidence that bleeds well beyond the boundary of a creature designed to flee, features concealed beneath that mop of hair as always as the faintest of rains begins to fall, breath rising like smoke in the air before him. For now there is little else to do but wait, to see if this illusive she-cat can be found, his form moving to recline haphazardly against a nearby park bench, arms folding easily across his chest as he simply....waits.

If the night did not lure this creature onto the streets, then perhaps his own scent would, time would surely tell.




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