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

hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing: taliah


Posted on April 10, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
East




There are pretty things adorning Marcelo's tiny apartment. So many things that he has kept for himself. He feels comfortable with his treasures, reassured. They are a secret only he knows, a kleptomaniac as well as a compulsive liar, but they cannot ever truly be his because he stole them. The boy smirks, dark eyes roving over his home. The smile on his face is a slow thing that creeps across the edges of his lips and looks almost sinister in the right light. There was a certain amount greed to his earthen eyes, but it is buried beneath secrets.

Dressed in a long sleeve gray shirt and dark skinny jeans, his feet are laced up in black vans. Brown eyes look at himself in the mirror, blink once or twice before messing that bronze tinted hair into the perfect state of messiness. There. Now he was downright roguishly handsome. Wouldn't you say? Marcelo has an idea of what he wanted to do today. Having no job (except the makeshift theft jobs he picks up) and an immortal life span, lends itself to Marcelo spending a good portion of his day wandering around, maybe committing petty theft crime here or there, and then partying the night away in the evening. But, the bronze haired jackal has gotten to know Sacrosanct quite well in his time here.

Marcelo, the boy with locks like brandished gold, is such a paradox, narcissistic and kind when he wants to be, it just should not be possible. Perhaps that is why when he sees a father and son walking towards him, at first he thinks nothing of it. It is only when that little boy, Marcelo sees him suddenly almost taking a tumble right in front of the jackal boy. Marcelo, quick as he can reaches out his hand and catches the little boy to keep him from hitting the concrete. The father jumps, and reaches out his hands, but the bronzed haired were has already caught his son. "Thank you, good catch," the father says, trying to laugh it off, but the predator knows the smell of a moment of fear, of panic. "No problem," Marcelo says with a wolfish grin. And in that brief moment where the pair just begins to walk away, Marcelo reaches into the man's back pocket with the lightest of fingers and easily lifts that wallet, tucking it into his own pants' pocket.

The boy with hair so akin to brandished gold and chocolate colored eyes smirks then. But just as easily as he had stolen from that man, he reaches in and pulls out one of those twenty dollar bills and dark eyes meet the homeless man slumped against the way, that twenty dollars slipping easily into his bowl without a second thought from the were, hardly looking for a thank you, gone before the old man can usher forth such words. The tawny haired jackal then realizes he is on the street of where he was headed.

Just as he reaches the door, a beautiful looking girl meets him at the opposite side of the door. Quickly, that grin jumps to his face, dark, in an utterly charming sort of way as he reaches the door and holds it open. "There you go," he says, those dark eyes glinting behind equally dark lashes on that sun kissed face. Such a shameless flirt. She giggles behind a delicate hand before telling him thank you and walking out.

This is when the smells of pastries attack his senses. Oh boy, that did smell good. Marcelo, for all he was worth, had a sweet tooth, and he had been eyeing this bakery for quite some time. He tilts his head and slaps on the charmingest smile he can find before he approaches the counter, trying to find someone to take his order. "Hello," he calls out. "Can I get a lemon pound cake from anyone around here?"
Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
image by Vincent van Zalinge

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