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.
still just a rat in a cage
Posted on April 10, 2020 by Marcelo Rumeir
 The brown eyed jackal boy is a thing to be hated. With a stomach full of snakes and a mouth so full of lies it oozes straight through his teeth when he smiles and drips off his tongue like saliva, Marcelo is unsavory creature. He is vain, contemptuous, hateful, brutal, unforgiving, ignorant, and violent, but infinitely charming. And this is how he has managed to get by in life. He does not swagger without reason. He is contemptuous because he honestly believes that he is better than anything and everyone. He is, of course, wrong. Marcelo is a thing to be hated. But so many have such difficulty in doing so. He smiles that barbed wire smile, that charming smile. That boyish grin. Foxlike. Frost opened the door and Marcelo moved inside. The home was still not yet his, preferring to live on his own and sweep whatever women he wanted in and out of his room without judgement. He drops the backpack down before his pack mates and...guest... before acknowledging their comments in turn. "Dont be jealous, Frost, green is not your color," he says in jesting before looking to Nadya. "Wouldnt miss some quality er...pack time," he says. Of course, there is a chance he would miss just about anything for a particular blonde haired fae that was probably sitting in a tree talking to a crow. "Ill catch you next time around," he offers Tetradore with a shrug that says he probably wont remember to. "Reminds me of home frankly, with my mother and sister," he says, he had brothers but most of them had taken to the sea at an early age. It was farm work or the ocean or battle, take your pick or it would be chosen for you. "Aleppo Pine," he comments. "From Spain," he adds, but little else. Nadya was still the only one who knew his secret of immortality. "My mother made it actually, she was quite good at those sort of things," he shrugs off handedly. And then the children come. "You don't like cars, Izzy?" He asks, raising a hand to brush against dirty blonde locks. He watches the girl grab the horse from Frost's hands and the jackal boy kneels down to stand nearly eye to eye with her. "It is a tough toy, when my siblings and I would race them I would throw it across the finish line to make sure I was the winner." Deceitful from an early age it would seem. Marcelo allows for Micah to take his hand as he looks to the Christmas tree with admiration. It had been too long since he had experienced a proper Christmas. He remembers an old room, used candles, cigarettes, and a stolen turkey. "Oh yeah," he says casting a look over his shoulder towards Frost. "Happy B-day, alpha," he says with a poor imitation of a salute. Marcelo returns to expecting the tree and chatting with the children, turning only when Frost offers his present for the young (old) man. He takes the book in his hands and laughs, placing it inside his backpack before turning to the talk of business. Marcelo never having held a formal job since his roll as a deck crew member all those centuries ago. He too is curious. Why have a fighting arena if you did not wish to be its champion? "Have you ever gone into the ring, Frost?" He asks curiously. Frost didn't seem like the type, but Marcelo has lived long enough to allow nothing to surprise him. "A horse vs a panther. It could prove interesting." He is a thing to be hated.
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