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!
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
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 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.
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 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.
There was no denying that those very traits that Arlo feared still existed with such distinct potency within the elder vampire. Somewhere, beneath those airs of social graces, he was still almost an animalistic creature. Sebastian was territorial, extremely possessive, and was quite near borderline obsessive when it suited him. It was lucky, perhaps, that Dorian hardly seemed to mind those faults in the slightest, embracing that more feral side him in the same fashion he so eagerly embraced the aristocratic part of him. Abigail, he was certain, would also understand those more peculiar aspects of her new boyfriend. After all, was the girl not an animal herself? Surely she would be capable of sympathizing more than most, even if Sebastian questioned which side of her was more of that panda and which side was more that enthusiastic woman. Sebastian was pulled from his silent musings of the woman but that unanticipated compliment that Dorian and himself were the best couple that Arlo knew of. A small simper crossed his features at the thought that his relationship with his husband might be worth something to aspire too. That inquiry of how he'd known Dorian was the one however, prompted an incomplete version of that first night Dorian had stayed over at his estate, the very night he had returned abroad and they, in turn, had taken their relationship from the schedule occasional evening to something more akin to courting.
Arlo's skeptical utterance of what he'd gleaned from that story, however, prompted an almost exasperated sigh upon Sebastian's lips.
He pushed away from that fence, giving that treeline one final backwards glance before Sebastian made his way towards that glowing estate, the Englishman was so entirely used to the plethora of flowers that dotted the grounds of the mansion that he hardly afforded them even a moment's thought as he followed that pathway back to the house. In fact, it was only Arlo's sudden announcement that Abigail and himself had been speaking of the British vampire that caused him to pause. He could hardly help that dubious look to his features at this idea of a theory. God only knew what the pair had come up with on that drive to and from Arlo's hometown. It was the use of that singular word that caused a vexed sigh from the Italian Prince. Incubus. He knew that word well. He had been called it countless times. In fact, he'd quiet near accepted that title once upon a time, going so far as to establish a harem of his own, in a life long ago when the drugs, drink, party and sex had been all that had mattered to him. Now, things were different. Now, he was a married man.
Any attempt he might have made to interrupt his companion, however, resulted in the vampire quite near being told off for not allowing Arlo to finish this theory. His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly and yet, Sebastian fell to that silence, allowing Arlo to continue in his effort to make his point of Sebastian's rather specific species. That notion of a hybrid was entirely unexpected. A soft sound of consideration left his lips and yet, he hardly seemed to buy that his affinities were only further evidence. After all, Arlo hadn't the slightest idea of the entirety of what he was capable of. Even Dorian remained ignorant to some of those skills he rarely used. Still, he could hardly deny that he was not entirely made to be the manifestation of pleasure. The vampire considered those meticulous details for another moment or two longer before he announced that Arlo didn't quite have it entirely correct. It was a possibility, he was willing to admit that but there were several glaring details that did not quite fit that theory. His maker was certainly one of them. Anna-Marie could not be any further from the idea of a 'succubus'. The child had, he was sure, never been sexually active in the entirety of her life. She was hardly charming, at least, not in that flirtatious manner. Rather, she was far more prone to temper tantrums and violence. She, he was certain, was not where those very skills had come from.
That muttered curse word hardly went unnoticed by the vampire and yet, Sebastian hardly seemed perturbed all the same as he continued, picking apart that very theory. It was, however, Anna-Marie's chaste state that seemed to truly baffle Arlo the most. His head bobbed in confirmation that she was, indeed, far older than he was.
Sebastian led the way inside of that home, allowing Arlo to direct him to that dining room those pages had been left at. That sudden shrug drew the vampire's blue irises as Arlo announced that, regardless, he was certain Sebastian was a hybrid of some kind, irrelevant of how he became it. That idea of a test though, caused Sebastian's nose to wrinkle ever so slightly.