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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

because this is starting to burn


Posted on November 18, 2014 by Alekai Evero
Residences
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It was with some vague sense of both a mild amusement and subsequent surprise that the often apathetic Hunter watched his own arrow pierce the bindings he had so half-heartedly constructed and yet truly this seems to incur little more from the often emotionless men then a frown of mild agitation. Why could they simply not go along with it easily? Why did they truly have to force a more full extent of his plethora of abilities? The ones with ego never did grate against him entirely well as yet he is satisfied enough at the piercing slice his weapon has managed to achieve regardless. Evidently this self-proclaimed god of witches could bleed. The golden eyes merely remain upon his supposed opponent, rapidly taking stock of this turn in the situation and placing it against that which he already knows. To his knowledge the man had possessed an ability with metals and glasses, the too not wholly removed from one another in their entirety- allowing for a vast number of applications and yet unless the man had a particular ability for the use of sand, which the Hunter has come to doubt, then the only plausible explanation for this sort of ability is one....rather common to warlocks. Earth. It is unusual perhaps to find one with any great skill in its command, at least, in the manner Davante seems to be leaning towards and yet this moment of discovery seems to earn little more then shrug of sorts of the still seated blonde, as if the man's suggestion that he should have researched harder was little more than an oddity to be ignored. Finding people and locations after all, was often far easier then discovering the nature of their powers, particularly when they were given to display more than one, Azrael capable only in this regard of using what he already knows or has witnessed- lacking any true ability for power detection the likes of which he has seen the truly rare Hunter deploy.

The nature of powers was, in itself, an elusive thing. Near eighty years he had gone with his single ability, one that had served him so entirely well that he had hardly felt the need for another and yet within mere weeks of arriving within this city, within mere weeks of discovering that infuriating raven-haired women and he had discovered the talent for another ability, a different form of power, leading the man to believe that these abilities simply came from 'triggers' of a kind, an evolutionary response that was near instantaneous and would have afflicted Charles Darwin's theory of evolution to the point the poor man may have been near inconsolable. Regardless however, it had been so very long since any newer ability had displayed itself that the young man had remained quite at a loss as what to do with it, having discovered it merely by chance and through the unfortunate explosion of several lights within his home every time he passed beneath them in anything less then a pleasant mood. Some attempts to practice however had resulted in a certain degree of capability, so long spent working at this life assuring the blonde man has come to understand the need for efficient mastery of any and all weapons given to him- the newest of his arsenal perhaps better suited to the trickery that suddenly engulfs him upon Davante's proffered words. Try harder? Oh, truly the warlock could hardly want that now could he? He had been so willing to keep this short and rather painless- to an extent and now his patience (a truly volatile thing) was being sorely tested.

The darkness of the room he has found himself within is surprising and for a moment those golden amber eyes observe his new found surroundings- what appears to be some sort of....cell, the stone walls and flame-lit torches surprisingly life-like in their realism and yet- this is not the first time he had ever met an illusionist, nor been subject to their artful ploys. How Davante's illusion worked were a matter to be discovered upon a later date- what mattered was exposing their flaw, each illusion held one, no matter how perfect they appeared, no matter how tiny the imperfection truly was. This- was a tedious game and yet if Davante so wanted to play ridiculous games Azrael finds himself at least mildly willing to comply with this ridiculous farce. The barest hint of a simper manages to cross his features, the man moving to roll abruptly to his feet upon the stone floor, a sigh of sorts forced from his lips as if he is forced to tolerate some irritable child- and really, in comparison to himself, Davante was no more than an infant- at least in regards to age. A hot-headed, stubborn, arrogant twenty-something year old boy. He remembered that, at least, he had remembered that feeling once, of being so young- thoughts brushed aside for now as he moved to examine this illusion.

"Oh- you don't want me to try again- but I'm going to have to now, I find your entire game entirely unamusing. Do you truly have any idea how long I've been around for? Do you truly think this is the only illusion I have ever seen?"

His voice is calm enough, those notes of irritation clear beneath the surface, amber eyes flicking across those stone walls. Stone- earth. Typical. In fact the only thing truly remarkable about the illusion at all was....the fire. Why bother providing any light source? Why not just leave it dark? Why choose such an ancient form of lighting that- hmmm. Something that may well have almost been a chuckle seemed to manage to rise from the Hunter's throat, fingers grazing one of the stone walls before balling into a loose fist of sorts, a sudden, pure white light erupting within his closed hand, fingers parted to reveal the gleaming ball of dazzling light.

"It is a very nice trick, Davante- but mine's better."

It is almost a sonic boom of sorts, light erupting in every angle from that single ball within his palm, spearing through every shadow and shade of that illusion, rupturing and fracturing that image, obliterating those particles of imagined stone and bringing the bedroom back into focus. His hand simply moves once more, little more then a flick of his wrist that sees that ball of light become a beam of sorts, a spear, one free of any earthly properties that would permit the warlock to shape or change it, that spear launched with the speed of lighting itself directly towards the man, entirely capable of spearing into leg or thy, incinerating skin and flesh before erupting into no more then flickering particles that fade and dim- aiming to pin the man, if only momentarily up against his bedroom wall. Azraels ability to move quickly is merely one facet of his nature, his gift for speed allowing for an equally swift manner to attack, unleashing assault after assault at rapid speed- the sort of which he simply employs in his manner now, disappearing from his previous position, another spear of light rocketing towards the mans left side now like a burning knife, grazing him perhaps, else burying itself in his side, melting and scorching as it does before erupting again.

"Does it bother you, not to feel in control? Do you like being in charge of everyone around you.....or just women?

It is as much a diversional tactic as it is designed to annoy him, irritate him, make him oblivious to Azraels attempts to push him back closer and closer to his bedroom wall. The Hunter simply disappears again, a sudden spear of light sent now at his right side, the blonde man rapidly flickering about the room like the attacks he launches, a near impossible target to be sure.

"I was here for a different reason, but since you seem unwilling to make this easy, we won't. Why don't we talk about exactly what I've researched, hmm? Why don't we talk about the woman you raped or the Mother and Baby you left six feet under because your not man enough to deal with it? That baby girl must be so very proud of her Daddy for that."

He can be cruel, when he wants to, truly cruel, those words holding every bit of bite he knows they do and for half a moment he was even given to wonder if Sera knew such things about her warlock friend. Perhaps dating a rapist was not nearly so appealing and yet Azrael has never uttered a word of it to her, it isn't his business whom she chooses to associate with- tonight however, he is entirely inclined to make it so- appearing before the warlock now, caring little for what wounds the man may have suffered- the Hunter very nearly glowing, encased within his own ability, aglow like the Angel for which he was named as a single and final particle of light is flicked like a match to a powder keg- and to the power board at Davante's fit- resulting in a rather sudden electrical explosion that is sure to ensnare the unfortunate warlock. He cannot manoeuvre the electricity with his own talents, yet the light particles within it are entirely capable of answering his command, ripping electromagnetic light wave after wave from the explosion he has created, sending it into the warlock over and over again in a rather colourful display- abruptly cutting it off, offering the man a chance to breathe.

"Are you even sorry, for those things you did and for those people you killed? No? Let's try again."

His power simply extends once more, reaching again for that special frequency of light, that sparking, hissing power board providing those extra particles he cannot create himself, sending those static-like impulses through the Warlock over and over again. Really, he had all night, it truly only had to last as long as Davante did.....

Alekai Azrael Evero
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