East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
Barista Alexis Wilde

Red on the Water

Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Griffin

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

it's like eviction number four now


Posted on March 24, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
East




Earthen eyes flutter open. Now, by that first sentence, perhaps you would assume it were morning time, but that was not the case. Marcelo had, again, stayed out late partying, but at leas this time he had his own apartment to come back to, having decided to stay in Sacrosanct for the foreseeable future. Still, his habits remained unchanged. Too much smoking, too much drinking, and too much dancing. Mahogany eyes roam the room, as if thinking he were back in a hotel room for a moment. You would think after 500 years, this routine would grow boring, but Marcelo hardly finds this to be the case. His smile is still boyish and bright (like the sixteen year old he is frozen in time as)

Those eyes, dark earthen eyes, blink the sleep from them before hands rise to rub his eyes. He sits up in bed and no sooner does a yawn hit his mouth. He attempts to bring up memories from last night, but he falls short. The only thing he can actually recall brings a wolfish grin to his face and lights up those dark eyes. Marcelo had run out of cash late into the night, a point where he was drunk enough that he no longer could fathom how many drinks he had actually consumed, and also drunk enough to buy everyone in the bar drinks. Unable to pay for the drinks he had ordered, the bouncer forced him from the club. This is when dark eyes saw a man outside as well with a buddy and practically stumbling over his own feet, Marcelo had approached him, throwing an arm over the man's shoulder and whispered (read: yelling whisper/slurring) in the man's ear how he bet him a hundred dollars he could turn into an animal. Dark eyes glazed over with alcohol. Of course, the man had though Marcelo insane, and rightfully so, but he thought, perhaps, an easy one hundred dollars. They shook hands. This is when those eyes flashed from brown to a golden amber, those teeth began to elongated and his body changed its shape. The transformation had not even been complete before the man had taken off, screaming and yelling, probably assuming whatever he had smoked or drank had caused such a hallucination.

The jackal had simply sat there cackling and laughing before taking off into the night, those padded paws nearly silent upon the pavement, only returning to his human form once he reached his apartment. And that leads to Marcelo sitting up in bed, laughing once more at the memory. Maybe he should be a bit more careful about revealing the supernatural world to humans, but, what were they going to do? Kill him?

As he gets up out of bed, he stretches his arms and his back before going to peel back the curtain and look out onto the world. A wolfish smile tugs upon his face. The world really was his for the taking and the thief cannot help but allow his head to grow a little bigger with this thought. But before he could take Sacrosanct by storm, he needed to fill this hunger in his stomach.

He pulls a pair of faded black cropped jeans over his boxers and allows a forest green long sleeve shirt to slide up and over his head, and he tugs it the rest of the way down his young, toned body. Grey vans sit in his room and feet slip into them before lacing them up. He brushes his teeth, splashes water on his face, and runs a hand through dirty blonde hair and considers that good enough. Marcelo heads out the door and out onto the streets of Sacrosanct, the craving of Mexican food tickling the back his mind and so that is the direction he heads in.

After being seated, this is when the boy begins scanning the menu, thinking perhaps a breakfast burrito smothered in green chili would be a good place to start, and maybe chicken or steak fajitas to accompany it. Marcelo's appetite was as large as ever, one of the consequences of forever being a sixteen year old boy it would seem. When he almost feels the movements of someone towards him, the jackal lowers the menu, assuming that it was the waitress coming to take his order. Much to his surprise though, it is instead pretty number coming right to his table and joining him as she sits across the way. A grin finds his face when she reaches forward and grabs a chip and places it within her mouth. He watches her continue eating, thinking it strange, yes, but his nose twitches slightly and he gathers what may be the reasoning behind such behaviors. Fae. His lips quirk into a smile as she directs a comment towards him. "Would you like your own?" He questions, still, a wolfish smile finding his face. "Glad you decided to join me today," he says before letting brown eyes take in the woman's beauty. "So, do I count this as our first date then?"
Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
image by Vincent van Zalinge