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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 June 01, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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Her comments in regard to his more animalistic nature brought perhaps his first true grin to his lips, a smirk lacing those youthful features with callous ease as he continued to lean so casually upon the kitchen bench, chucking softly within his throat- a distinctly masculine sound as one finger teased easily with the rim of the cup.

"Well- I am no ordinary man."

One eye lifts momentarily, a jest of sorts and yet those cool, calm offered words seem to hold a note of something else entirely beneath the layers as he chooses to offer little else based upon her request, focused now instead upon draining what remains of his tea and continuing to enjoy the lumps of sugar that deliver such sweetness to his lips, soft crunching upon his teeth as he quietly chews, an equally appealing texture as he continues to eye the girl, listening to each and every offered word. She was a clever thing, his little Engill, for more intelligent then most at her age, let alone most females. Perhaps a similar accusation could be made about himself and yet battle....war, has a way of forcing any child to grow faster then they surely should- whatever impact such a thing had made upon his own personality remaining to be seen, Frost rarely choosing to allow his thoughts to linger in the direction of that which he preferred not to remember. Yet- perhaps, it was the very things he chose to ignore that were so responsible for the being he was now. A war horse with no war to fight, after all, is a discontent creature though his façade of calm is an act long perfected.

She speaks of her uncle again, those violet eyes lingering gently upon her beneath that thickened forelock of white hair. Her morals were...unusual at best, not wrong he supposed, nor entirely disagreeable- more so for her age they were unusually advanced, his curiosity extended further to ensnare itself around her all the more firmly though his features remained blank, unreadable, seeming focused on his tea alone. The pause in her sentence sees a slight frown mark his features, evidently considering the words he had hardly seemed to hear before speaking again, head still resting upon his hand in a manner much the same as her own.

"You have little belief in you sway of him then."

It was an observation, his own mind having seized upon this doubt she seemed afflicted with, as if her humanity somehow limited her ability to mauver the emotions of those she loved- voice holding any true emotion, merely presenting such a fact to her. An unusual statement perhaps and yet to disarm those around him was one of his more capable talents, turning her mind in another direction- testing her perhaps in an entirely different manner known only to himself. She continues to speak, his attention refocused upon her again, the girl seeming to have accepted his own point in this. The rules of the human world did not apply to those who did not identify as human, the expectations she had placed upon him with her earlier posed question....unanswerable by one whose values could hardly be judged by laws he stood outside. Her answer however, seemed equally as pleasing to the young man, fingers lifting from the cup to tap against the bench now in a seemingly contemplative gesture. She truly was a clever little thing, at least, she held the potential for far more then she seemed aware of in a manner similar to Alexis and yet at even this young age Calliel held far more spine then the little vixen ever had. It is her final sentence though that sees his gaze meet her own at last.

"Your Uncle kills the innocent who deserve it? Oh little Engill, how little you know of your Uncle. There are things I know about Azrael however, that would haunt your dreams, though for now I will merely say your Uncle is very well named."

Those words roll so smoothly from his lips as the packet of sugar is suddenly pushed towards him, hand reaching for it in the same moment, hardly willing to turn down such an offer, those small white crystals his own personal brand of drug as he selects a single cube from the packet before abruptly moving to push away from the bench- rolling back now onto his feet to stand. There was no need to further extend his opinion of her beloved Uncle Azrael, the seeds of doubt surely already soon, the golden haired man sure to be bombarded with questions whenever it was he came home as Frost moved to wander lackadaisically into the lounge room.

"I had a pack once- a very large one though they are currently....in the service of others, shall we say. For now my pack is smaller, as is my territory- but these things exist, yes. For a few hours though they should be able to handle themselves in my absence."

For a moment he is given to consider Claire and whether or not she would find Calliel agreeable, the idea of two little blondes quite an appealing one though such thoughts remained concealed within his mind for now- fingers brushing loosely against the back of the rather aged lounge.

"Who died?"

It is a sudden, abrupt question to be sure, Frost content to keep his back to her now, focused instead upon the coffee table and the bizarre collection of magazines that seemed scattered upon it- some of them near thirty years old. Hmm, nostalgic are we Azrael? Fingers skating loosely over them as if he has done little more then enquire into the weather as opposed to something so personal- glancing towards her only in the silence that follows.

"Women your age are rarely so- assured of their own being. Assurance comes from either a misguided sense of purpose and self-importance, else it comes from being robbed of a childhood and forced to grow up sooner then you should have- that usually comes from a death. So who died?"

It was a personal question, to personal perhaps and yet for a moment those violet eyes narrow slightly once more, curious to see how far she might be pushed, unbalanced- caught off guard by such a question as he waits.




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