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

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Posted on February 04, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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The determination of the woman to drag the store trolley down the street behind her resulted in little more then a roll of the equines eyes, seeing no real need to prevent the girl from hijacking the cart, after all, the store had plenty more and after the incident with the red-haired woman having been very near assaulted by the both of them the lithe young man so little need to remain within the vicinity of the store for longer then was truly necessary- merely leaving Claire to drag the trolley about as he strolled ahead and back towards the home they now shared, leaving the girl to do as she pleased within the kitchen as his own form retreated to the lounge room. Dinner had proven to be surprisingly decent. His own cooking skills were hardly to be scoffed at and yet the woman abilities in this area were respectable enough to deem her further valuable to himself, the vegetarian stir-fry pleasing to him before he imply retired to his own room, content to leave the girl to her own devices- the bond that existed between them alerting him to any movements she made to far away from himself during the night.

It was this very movement that woke him some time the following day, the man vaguely aware of Claire...circulating the block before rolling back over, pulling his navy sheets over his head once more. It had been a long time since he had felt that tug, the pull of pack, separated for his own for so very long that the feeling had become a distant, foreign thing and yet not one he found he disliked entirely. It was merely a comfortable role he returned to easily enough, the task of adding further members to his little pack having become moved to the forefront of his mind- such thoughts lingering within his half-awakened mind before the sound of music seemed to further startle him from the haze of sleep. One violet eye moved to roll towards the bedside table, searching for the clock there before scowling. It was not even nine yet and Claire was...dancing? What a perfectly bizarre little creature she was. It is with some measure of reservation that the man reluctantly rolls from his bed, reaching for the pair of faded grey jeans he had taken to wearing for the past few days, pulling them effortlessly over his boxer shorts, leaving his chest bare for now- save for the steel chain and pendant that forever hung from his neck, snowy hair askew in every direction from the sleep he has enjoyed before he moved to pad barefoot from his room and downstairs in search of his companion.

The scent of baking is the first and most notable change within his home, a momentary frown obscuring his features in consideration before he moved to stride into the kitchen, eyes widening suddenly at the sight of the utterly naked young woman as she danced, spoon in hand from one mixing bowl to another. He has become well aware of her naivety by now and yet still the shock of seeing her naked (and yet no unpleasing) form dancing about his kitchen still manages to render him momentarily surprised as he pauses within the door frame, taking a moment to let his gaze linger briefly upon her pleasant figure, content enough to notice each swell and curve before drawing his gaze softly away and to her own- the woman appearing for all the world as if she were posing for some sort of bakery themed Playboy spread. For a moment he offers her little more then a nod of greeting, one had gesturing loosely for her to continue before moving to flick on the kettle, hardly willing to begin the day without a cup of coffee, perhaps two, given the energy of his vixen, easing himself into the nearest kitchen chair in a manner still entirely half asleep.

"Are we having cake for breakfast this morning, Claire?"

There was a lesson to be taught here and yet for the moment at least he is more curious as to her answer, a single violet eye remaining visible beneath that tousled morning hair- noting the open recipe book beside him for the first time, unaware he had even possessed such a novel and yet he had long ago lost track of his own vast library, this book one of the few written in English that he possessed.

"I think we are in need of a discussion, lítið refur."

A passing simper of sorts lingers momentarily upon his lips as the deep baritone of his voices lingers within the kitchen and between the beats of the song upon the radio.

"It is unusual to not put your clothing back on after you have shifted, even though you are at home, you will find in this city that clothing is worn in most situations and that moving about naked my attract you unwanted attention from others, especially men whom find you appealing. If you do not desire to wear clothing at home then- that is your own choice, but it is unusual."

A small frown lingered briefly upon his lips, the thought of....other men paying far to much attention to his companion displeasing one, a fact of life he is not sure she truly understands, the girl innocent perhaps- in more ways then one, his words merely seeking to educate while offering her the choice all the same.

"Let me try that."

He simply gestures for the girl to bring the icing towards him.

"Do have plans for today, Claire? If not I believe we should begin to look into not having you faint when you use your power. If you are going to be helpful to me, you are going to have to remain conscious."




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