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.
My own Form of CHAOS
Posted on August 07, 2019 by Damon Marcello
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He did wonder what would become of the little fae child who stood before him. Maybe at another, he wouldn't have even bothered. She would have been considered unimportant and therefore, null and void. He blamed the inevitable mound of life growing inside his wife for his new thoughts on children and worries for their future. He wanted as close to a normal future as he could give to his own child but what child from two vampires could ever hope for anything close to normal? He wondered if it was the same for fae children. He would have thought they'd be too precious to other fae to let out among the general population of humanity. Not to save them from humans, but more to save them from creatures like himself, the undead who are drawn to the blood of fae like a moth to a flame. He would have figured this fae child, as obvious as she was to him, anyway, would be quarantined away from others, home schooled and kept sheltered from the world, if only for her own safety. Didn't her parents think of such things? Didn't they know a big bad vampire like himself could come to her dance school and disguise himself as her uncle to kidnap her? Good thing for them, he didn't have kidnapping in mind. He actually just wanted to see the child, to study her. Maybe he'd even learn a thing or two about her in the meantime. It was all rather domestic for his taste, and yet that's what he was quickly becoming with a wife like Isolt. He didn't blame her. He loved her all the more for the way she made him feel; the way she had him wrapped around her little finger. He wanted to be a better man for her and for the child. Wow, maybe pigs really could fly. Maeve wasn't gullible; he'd give her that. She gave him a look that said none too subtly that she was onto him. She knew he was no uncle of hers. He was a stranger and yet she fixed him with the look only long enough to be satisfied before she gave a one word response and then the look was taken away. Damon's lips quirked in amusement but he said nothing, watching her interaction with the administrator before she held out her tiny little hand. It felt so warm and light in his own larger hand but she didn't give him much longer to think about it before she withdrew her hand and brought it back to her side. Only then did she fix him with a smirk this time before saying it was a pleasure and his brow arched curiously as he continued to watch her. As he turned for the door, he was surprised when she brushed past him as if to lead the way, letting him know just what kind of ice cream she expected to get. He couldn't help but smirk as he followed behind her, catching up to stride beside her once they got through the door. "Specific. But have you taste tested all the others to know that one is for sure your favorite?" As she walked out into the sunlight, he hesitated only a moment in the doorway, finding that wedding ring on his finger and giving it a little twist as if to remind himself that he wasn't going to meet his true death this day. With a little sigh, he then stepped out with her, squinting his eyes a little as they adjusted to the sun. It was still an adjustment for him. After a century of night, being in the sun again was going to take some getting used to. When he asked about her power, it caught her attention and she looked up at him, asking if that's what it's called. He shrugged. "That's what I call it, anyway." He listened raptly as she told him that she figured out on her own one day that she could make others do things. There was a change in her gaze when she added that it had nothing to do with their willingness to do so. He couldn't read the emotions there but he had a feeling they were negative. Pain? Regret? He was even more curious now but he didn't want to push. All too soon for his taste, they were at the ice cream shop and she skipped right up to entrance as if the moment hadn't just happened. He followed in her wake, letting the bell ring behind him as he stepped into the shop behind her. Deciding if he wanted to get her to open up a little more, he needed to do the same, he leaned down toward her and lowered his voice. "Want to know something else I can do?" Waiting for her response, he glanced up toward the light above them as it started to flicker and buzz, getting so bright that the whole shop seemed to turn white for a minute and everyone had to cover their eyes before it dimmed back to normal. He glanced at her with a little secretive grin, his brow arching expectantly. |
Replies
- don't let those butterflies out - By maeve liliwen on January 10, 2020 at 12:26 PM
- My own Form of CHAOS - By Damon Marcello on February 05, 2020 at 6:34 PM
- don't let those butterflies out - By maeve liliwen on April 12, 2020 at 1:30 PM