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

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Posted on July 29, 2014 by Felicity Stryker
Residences Reopen Thread


Moving in was always considered the easiest part of moving altogether. The boxes, unpacking, organizing, she really enjoyed the whole package that came with this part of everything changing. Meticulously planned, calculated and settled into neatly packed boxes that were stacked to the hilt she watched as the last of the movers placed her things inside before she turned in and entered on her own. Door left open to air out the stale smell that overtook the apartment itself she walked in and welcomed the small creaks and progressive clicks that followed the fall of her low heels. She really jumped on the deal that this was, this quaint aged home that she would call her own, the windows slightly dimmed with a light layer of dust that hung lazily on the air as well providing a haze to the light. There was just one room, enough for her alone, and one small bathroom fitted with a worn claw-foot tub that was attached to the room. Apart from that all the usual amenities were there, the kitchen attached to a small breakfast nook that eventually lead to the living room where at the moment was filled with stuff that remained unpacked. The walls were frayed here and there but it only added to the charm, admittedly she wasn't one to really let it bother her anyways, not when this meant a place to call her own for the first time in ages. Sighing she went to the first box and pulled it away from the wall, peeling away the tape as she fell back onto her worn out modest red sofa.

So we begin here with Felicity, the new girl in town.

To others she was the petite sort, fragile almost in appearance with some hidden zest to her appeal. She always had her hair done right, long and pulled up out of harm or annoyances way, clean and well kept with a gloss to its deep dark color. Today she had dressed casually, comfortable shorts that drew notice to her familiar tattoo that ran down just so from beneath the fringe to her right knee. The delicate perfection of her body was well attributed to proper exercise and a good diet. Her shirt was slightly over-sized and draped down low over her collarbone exposing just enough of the subtle curve as a hint to what lay beneath. Tucking up her legs onto the couch her slip ons fell loose and landed on the hardwood floor with a muffled click, leaning in further to better investigate the contents of this one particular box. Knick knacks and oddities of her life pulled out displayed bright candle sets that she had collected over time, varying items used to describe her as an individual to guests who came to peruse through her belongings on random nights when invited. Each thing was handled with care and rubbed over equally, removing whatever debris had managed to coat itself to them before placing them beside her on the seat or leaning just enough to grant them more stability on the table.

Each thing she accomplished here was done with meticulous silence, a noble art of her own to move with the fluidity of something else entirely. In a few hours she unpacked the largest boxes and moved on to perfecting the placements of everything, only pausing to open the windows and grant a bit more airflow to the stagnant dust-filled clouds. The bedroom, modest as it was without the definition of anyone living in it, changed very little when she managed to piece it all together; her queen-sized mattress fit just beneath the window was cast in a brilliant light that made the turquoise and white decor simply pop. A small wood vanity was all she needed besides a place to rest, the remains of her wardrobe and whatever loose articles found themselves at home within the walk-in closet. The bathroom furnished was decorated with pale earthy tones, the shower curtain dimly marked with the faint outlines of trees. Her kitchen was basic, she had barely enough cookware to maintain her lifestyle and enough dishes for herself alone, something she had intended to fix as soon as she was settled in. Last she moved onto the living room, moving about the couch to find the perfect spot for it, all the while lost in thought as to who might be sharing quarters with her here in River Dale. She placed little thought in it really, blankly looking out the open front door here and there when she thought about it before moving on to the next thing. She could only hope that her early morning work was not disturbing any of the other residents.

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