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.

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

I keep my eyes wide open {Ashton}


Posted on September 16, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
Residences
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


Those eyes that are bright like the blue of the sky remains closed as the witch slumbers. She sleeps though not in the comfort of her bed, but upon her still comfortable couch in the downstairs of her town home. Ever since her encounter with Sacrosanct's more deadly of residents, she had not been able to sleep and had taken to sitting watch in her living room, sky blue eyes trained on her front door, waiting for anyone to dare to try to break into her home. In between all her sitting and watching, Kathryn would check the locks on the windows and doors, jumping any time an unfamiliar shadow moved. Needless to say, the girl seemed to be finding little peace within her life. But as she slumbers, a small smile does dare to cross her lips.

A young girl with hair like rich cocoa runs through the fields of her grandparents' home as the autumn zephyrs swirl around her with affectionate touches. Glacier blue eyes shine with such carefree happiness and joy, feet moving as if she were floating, sweet smile on her face.

But the girl who runs is not Kathryn.

For Kathryn runs behind the girl, her dark tresses trailing out behind her like a banner. The two are nearly indistinguishable, though stare hard enough, and stare long enough you will realize that the two are not clones, but twins rather, for there is something within each of them that reveals their differences, however minor they may be. The little girl who is Kathryn is of fire and wind. The icy eyed girl runs with a grace and lightness, like a blow breeze across a summer field. But she runs hot and bold, now allowing anything to stand within her way, like a wild fire streaking over a forest, its force unparalleled, unrivaled. The girl beside her with the same fabled hair and multifaceted eyes, while she looks so much like Kathryn, nearly identical in every way, she runs with the steady rhythm of the earth, as if she were imbedded in the ground itself, and yet she had this fluidity about her, like water flowing through a stream in the middle of a woods, able to move and drift and adjust as it slithered through rocks and over ledges. So while the girls seem to practically run in sync, look closely and you can see their differences springing from them, like flowers blooming through the snow.

Both wear gentle smiles on their faces as the twin girls grab each others hands as if desperate to ensure that they would never leave each others sides for anything. A touch to one another as a promise that they would always be together, that they completed one another. The warmth of the love for one another evident on their faces, matching sky blue eyes glancing at one another every so often as they run with reckless abandon. Their world is at peace and perfect because they have one another, they each other, two halves of a whole.

And then suddenly, hell breaks loose. The powers that each cherish so much turn on the girls. The wind turns from a light breeze to a ferocious storm, the earth growled and began to shake, rumbling below them. Water pelted down on top of the girls like bullets from the sky as their silver blue eyes turned wide with fear and uncertainty. Their powers were turning against them, attempting to eliminate them. And then it came. The fire. The girl turns to Kathryn and places her hands on her shoulder. "Run." She says, her tone so authoritative for one so young. "Not without you," Kathryn cries to her sister. And that was when her twin smiles, gentle and all knowing. "I cant come with you, it was always supposed to be you, Kathryn, but know that I love you," she says before turning her back and walking into the flames, leaving Kathryn to make her escape. She could still feel the ghost of her sister's hand within her palm.

Those silver blue eyes wearily opened. She had been in such a deep sleep, the first time she had slept so soundly since the incident with the dark hunter and his witch girlfriend. It had felt so good to sleep like that again, why did she suddenly have to wake up now? Her dream raises questions, questions Kathryn couldn't answer. She didn't have a sibling, much less a twin sister. And even if the dream was a memory, Kat had been old enough within the dreamscape that she would have remembered if she had a twin. She had also looked through the family photographs enough to know that it was only her own face staring back up at her, and only one of those faces to be more specific.

Then. Suddenly.

Fire. Smoke. It clogged her nose and made her go light-headed. Silver blue eyes become too entirely aware of her surroundings. She feels herself begin coughing. What was going on? Glacier eyes, shining from the smoke, then open wide as she realizes exactly what was happening. Her home was on fire.

Those strangely beautiful silver-blue eyes suddenly look around her, her first instinct telling her to escape. The flames surround her, as if they were children coddling around her, asking Kathryn to hold them as if she were their mother. If only she knew that she was the one who started this fire, if only she knew that she had once again found her second power, if only she knew that these flames would cause her no harm, as apart of her body as her own flesh, blood, and bone, as natural to the young witch as the beat of her own heart. But Kathryn knows none of this and she does what any person would do in her situation: she panics. Her breath quickening, heart beginning to race as she feels herself growing dizzy. The flames creep closer, but glacial eyes spot a small path in between them, harrowingly straight, not something seen in nature. But she is not thinking of this now, she is thinking only of her escape as she leaps off of her couch and onto the clear ground. Her vision is growing blurry, her limbs weak, the smoke and haze have rendered her body nearly useless and moving from the horizontal position to vertical so quickly causes Kathryn to grow lightheaded just as she reaches the door.

Silver blue eyes close and her body falls into a heap on the floor just as a mangled cry for help echoes from her throat, the air she wields so gracefully taking her voice and carrying it far beyond the four walls of her home.

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