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.
You've got your ball, you've got your chain
Posted on May 18, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
 It was a truly welcome distraction to have the vampire seated on the couch opposite me, her dulcet tones friendly and tenacious in the same way mine might have come off to her. Having a familiar, approachable face in the building I so recently began to call my home allowed me some level of comfort, as I had left all the familiar save for Davante and Finley behind hundreds of miles south of my current locale. It is clear, though, as my eyes rested upon her visually pleasing frame that there was some kind of internal battle struggling to be acknowledged within her; perhaps the company of an all-but stranger was too much for the woman. Especially a stranger who happened to know no strangers in this life as enthusiasm and a love for all things influenced my interactions. In an attempt to show good faith and a welcoming manner did I lean back against the arm rest of the couch, allowing her space and an open posture to read that I was truly happy to have her companionship. The mention of my brother seemed to gently tug on some kind of draw string, pulling a curtain of discomfort in the vampire. It was a fairly regular reaction to the mention of our relation; Davante was neither an easy individual to interact with, nor a man to be trifled with. Maybe there was a chance he had crossed the vampire, it was no secret that he held contempt for the species. And maybe I was wrong, but I would allow Isolt her quiet and the ability to move on from the subject of my family in order to find more common ground and topics worth sharing. "Drunken garden gnomes? Somehow, I feel a tremendous need to hear this!" My words were graced with a broadening grin as images of the very scene began spawning in my mind. My family spoke several languages with some of my siblings speaking even more than that, making it rather difficult to communicate at times. But drunken garden gnome Irish? That sounded absolutely fantastic! I couldn't wipe the amused smile from my lips, and so I let it linger, mirroring the appealing simper that gently tickled Isolt's features. As her description of her family began to fade, words replaced it by venturing towards her desire to visit the continent of my origin. While the expression on my face remained bright, I could only begin to think of the wave of darkness that always tainted my thoughts when I began to fall into memories of home. "Do you have medical training?" I began tentatively, knowing just how desperately the clinics in my home country alone needed help. "In all seriousness, the clinics in the area where I grew up are in dreadful need of help. I used to volunteer when there were viruses going around and situations like that, but with so many diseases and the increasing poverty, there is no real healthcare. If you've had more than a mere acquaintance with Davante, then surely you know he is more than hardened and dangerous. But as a child and when he was younger, he was even more violent and it got him into a lot of ... vicious physical harm. When he was stabbed once, we didn't have enough money to send him to the hospital so we poured some gin on the wound and my sister sewed it," I explained, remembering the cries of pain he sang for us as the last time he cried out . "I know he funnels a lot of money into the clinics of our home, but they could severely use help with training. If you were seriously interested, I'd love to give you some contacts..." And then again, could our home truly be saved when the dirt ran red with blood? |