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.

don't let those butterflies out; damon


Posted on March 31, 2019 by maeve liliwen
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love is always bound to be there for us

No one realizes to dance is a marvelous thing, not like my Maeve does. She loves to twist and let her body turn, to pick up those slender legs of hers, lift them into the air before allowing them to plant back down once more. She can dance with simply an invisible tune playing in her head, the fae child has hardly ever needed music to do what she loves. She loves the feeling of spinning around as she would pirouette, or that incredible freedom as she thread her body into a great leap. It was the little things in her life that made everything worthwhile.

Maeve had auctioned for Sacrosanct's School of the Arts, and she had been admitted into the summer program for dance where she would be in their production of Snow White, where, she herself, would be playing the lead. Maeve, could not be more excited for the prospect. The cream haired girl was going to actually dance with a boy. She and the prince would have a whole duet together! But Maeve would stay ever humble with a tender smile on her face, but those depthless eyes shined with a joy so bright perhaps it even rivaled the sun.

It was long hours of practice. Funny enough, Maeve's new roommate happened to be playing the evil queen. Though, her roommate, Ava, was certainly far from being evil. This was her third year at the school and she had been helping Maeve as much as she could, being a year older than the blonde little girl with depthless eyes of violet. But still, Maeve was careful to remember that all of her classmates were not supernaturals, but human, as well as the staff and her instructors, and teachers. Perhaps, snuck in throughout was an occasional young witch or were, but Maeve still was not experienced enough to spot them without some sort of assistance. Having so many humans around though made it much easier to go and visit the Ark and her friends, all she had to do was...persuade them. She would tell them exactly where she was going, but just tell them to let her go there as well. It would seem, as she was getting older, the delicate little fae girl's powers were growing stronger.

She moves that slender, willowy frame around her room as she gets ready. Maeve was going to meet some of the girls at the art school for lunch before they would have their evening rehearsal. Maeve, who always had a difficult time with humans, making connections with them, was surprisingly do very well in her new school. She was around like minded children who wanted to be the best dancer they could be, and they had taken Maeve into their circle of friendship, telling her those strange violet eyes were beautiful, and telling her that her pointed ears made her wonderfully unique. Needless to say, Maeve was certainly doing much better here than she had been in previous schools.

Maeve is wearing a pair of tight, black, dancing shorts, and a tight tank top that came down to her shorts. During weekend rehearsals, the dress code was more relaxed than the typical pink tights and black leotard, as they tended to work both on the dancing as well as the acting portion of the show they would be performing at the end of the summer. But, Maeve has remembered the rules of the school and that is that dance wear was not be worn when wandering the halls. So she quickly finds a pair of cute white capri jogger pants, and a navy blue and white striped shirt to put on over her dance clothes. Accessorizing with a dark yellow and white scarf. She puts on a pair of high top white converse and goes to work in putting her hair into a bun so she would not have to worry about doing it later. Once it is perfectly bobby pinned in place, Maeve gets ready to head out the door when the intercom in her room announces itself with a ding. "Maeve Liliwen, you have a visitor down in the front office." She narrows those violet eyes for a moment. A visitor? No one had told her that they were coming. Maeve stands there just a moment, puzzled, who could it be?

The pale girl grabs her dance bag before exiting the room and makes her way down the stairs and out of the dorm building. She crosses the small courtyard and goes into the administrative building where visitors were to check in. Maeve makes her way into the main office where most likely her guest would be waiting, but as she opens the door, she sees a man she has never before seen in her life. She stands there, exposed with her hair in a bun, those delicately pointed ears exposed for the world to see. That slender build, that appearance of her that makes you think, if you know about the supernatural world, that maybe she seemed just strange enough not to be human. "Hello," she says waiting for her guest to turn around. "Do I know you?"

it's a beautiful time to leave our differences behind



Photo by Karina Vorozheeva

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