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.

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

My Own Form of CHAOS


Posted on August 02, 2016 by Damon Marcello
Residences


I can smell the Were blood in her veins as I get closer. I can also smell the alcohol in pretty high quantities. I've heard rumors that Weres can't really get drunk because of their fast metabolism or something but I think I'm going to have to disagree after what I'm seeing. I can't help but admire her sleek outfit. She certainly dressed to impress but those heels are not for the intoxicated. Maybe it's a good thing she decided to take them off and carry them but I don't know that I'd trust whatever's on the ground in the cemetary either. Probably about the same as walking on most cheap hotel beds.

I lean against a tombstone to watch her twirl and dance amongst the gravestones. My head tilts, piercing gray eyes watching her in amusement as I cross my arms loosely, a lazy lopsided smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. She laughs and it's a happy sound, definitely not the sound for a cemetary but then I've never bee orthodox about what I do in cemetaries either so no judgement here. She turns to face me when I speak, grinning at me as she says that she's dancing, not walking. A single brow arches up. "Well then my apologies." I say with a dramatic bow. "I should have known that, clearly." I add on a playful wink.

She twirls again, only to lose her balance and fall to the ground. I winse sympathetically before straightening to go to her. By the time I reach her, she's in a fit of giggles sitting on her ass. As she starts to rise, she finds it fit to admonish me for asking her to dance and so I do a graceful bow before her, extending my palm to her as my lips tug into a grin. "Why of course. I wouldn't dream of leaving tonight without a dance with you." What's to hurt, right? I'm just entertaining a drunk Were girl in a graveyard. Not like I had anything else planned. I wait for her to take my hand before I'll pull her to her feet effortlessly, my other hand cupping her waist like a natural as I start to twirl and glide around the tombstones with her.

I've had centuries to perfect my dance form,. After all, I was raised in a time when dance was another language that had to be learned, especially to those of my family's standards. I pause to spin her then pull her back to me, the fog seeming to dance around us as I offer her another lazy smirk. "May I ask the fair lady's name?"


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos

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