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 ask, don't tell
Posted on June 01, 2014 by Alekai
 The Saxe knife rolled loosely in his hand once more, twisting back into his grip, golden eyes drawn downwards momentarily to spy the russet red droplets that marked the silver blade as the barest hint of a smirk found it's way across his handsome visage. For a moment he simply twists the blade once more, eyes still drawn upon the blood as his features shift again into a scowl, internal senses readily reacting to the momentarily physical offering. This was not.....witch blood, in fact, if his senses are correct (and they are rarely ever wrong) this isn't the blood of anything he should be preying on at all. A hunter? An invisible one? For a moment he simply blinks once more as a feminine voice slides into the air, form remaining tense and guarded still and yet the evident pleasure he takes from his work has rapidly faded from his gaze, that innate desire to kill fading quickly from his system as he spins hurriedly in place, amber eyes rapidly searching for the Hunter that has invaded his home. Perhaps the....code of sorts, by which he lives, does not allow him to hunt his own kind, yet defending his home from an intruder, regardless of species he is entirely willing to believe is allowed. Any words he may have been content to offer die readily on his lips as one hand reaches out to tap the door closed, the sound echoing throughout the seemingly empty room before his eyes widen slightly upon the sight of his levitating kettle and mug, this...ghost seeming content to make itself a cup of tea, her form slowly moving into view as she became only more and more corporal, a thing line of blood running down the side of her face as she continues to make herself tea. "Who the fuck are you?" The greeting that follows in those moments, the girl offering her name, does little to dissuade the blondes evident disdain, amber gaze pausing to slowly travel the length of her...uniquely dressed form before his features become decidedly stormy once more. Who the hell did she think she was? Hunter or otherwise, marching into someone's home and helping themselves was hardly polite, hell, it was bordering on damn near stupid in this town. He'd very well nearly opened her face with his knife and she sat there making herself tea! For a moment he simply continues to blink, unable to understand this perfectly ridiculous woman he has found himself in the company of before abruptly sliding the knife back into the pouch at his belt, pivoting in place to storm towards his bedroom. "I don't give a shit who you are." The words are barely a mutter, hissed between his teeth as he returns moments later with what is evidently a rather spectacular first aid kit. He is not a particularly friendly person, eighty years of life having seemingly robbed him of whatever pleasantness he may have once possessed. His sense of duty however, remains perfectly intact as he moves to rather suddenly place his hands around her waist, lifting her effortlessly up and onto the kitchen bench to bring the woman to a more acceptable height, hardly caring if he should happen to spill her tea, hard, toned frame turning away from her once more as he reaches for the first aid kit again, rummaging through it with quick efficiency before producing a sterile bandage of sorts, tossing it haphazardly into her lap. Women he thinks, are perfectly ridiculous creatures, golden eyes narrowing slightly as he examines her head wound once more, blonde hair tumbling back across his features as he rolls his bare shoulders, seeking to work out the kinks. His rummaging continues for another moment still before those long fingers close around a vial of sorts, placing it on the bench beside the oblivious woman. Maybe she was high. That, he thinks, would explain her excessive happiness. What other Hunters do in their free time however, is not his concern. She was lucky to some extent, that it was his door she had run into, rather than some vampire whom would take ready delight in an easy kill. Filthy creatures. Her ignorance however, has only resulted in a situation even she seems unable to fathom, his frustration at having to fix it palpable as he offers her what is very clearly a syringe, pointing to the vial beside her. "You're going to have to inject yourself with that, it's anti-venom, my knife is tipped with poison and I have no belief your strong enough to fight it. The poison probably won't kill you, but you're going to suffer without the anti-venom. Your not very old....are you?" Maybe, were she older, stronger, she wouldn't need the medicine, as it is he has every belief she is going to pass out within the next for minutes if she should choose to ignore him. One eye simply lifts, assured he already knows the answer to the question, asking more after her Hunter age then her age in human years, arms folding across his chest before he gestures to her offhandedly. "Well, get it over with, don't bloody pierce a vein while you do it and next time, knock....and put down that damn tea!" |