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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Red on the Water
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.
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.
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
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
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.
It was blatantly obvious to the astute artist that the young woman at his side was more than lost under the sway of the liquor she had liberally consumed. His emerald eyes remained station upon her as she seemed to sway precariously within her seat, her balance clearly lacking at the present moment. Alistair's brow rose ever so slightly as Vhalla's finger reached out to trace the rim of her glass, only to glance up at him with a near beaming grin as he begrudgingly accepted the drink she'd offered him. Slowly, his gaze turned towards the bartender in front of him as Alistair placed his own order for that sweet amber alcohol. A glass was quickly placed in front of him and yet, he hardly drank as eagerly as the woman beside him. Quite on the contrary, the artist was far more content to simply savor the flavor of the liquor on his tongue as it slid richly down his throat and settled into his empty stomach. His own dubiousness of the girl's drinking behavior prompted Alistair to question what had prompted such a drunken stupor within her life. His own occasional dismal circumstances had led the boy more than once to seek the bottom of a bottle and yet, at the end of the day, it did particularly little to solve the problems that had put him there in the first place. Frankly, the boy suspected that such would be the same case for the ivory haired woman beside him until she too made a point to face the inevitable injustice of the world that surrounded her. His own keenness was put on display, in those moments, as Alistair near effortlessly picked apart every tale-tell sign of those predicaments that the strange woman seemed to face and yet, her pout did strikingly little to amuse him.
"....sure you can." His baritone voice was quite near deadpan, so too were his masculine features at the very prospect that she somehow had a decent enough equilibrium to run around him. It was....rich coming from the woman who moments ago swayed enough to even remain within her seat. That distinctly unimpressed look hardly wavered from his features as she insisted it was her 'weekend', the excuse one Alistair could see through just as plainly and yet, he saw little reason to press her on it. His shoulders rose ever so slightly in an almost dismissive shrug, the artist momentarily contemplated leaving the woman to her woes and her drink before her sweetheart lips parted to offer him some resemblance of the truth. How unexpected. Admittedly, he was hardly surprised to find it was the supernatural at the root of her troubles - they, after all, tended to bring problems within their wake and yet, the prospect that it was all due to a cat caused his eyebrows to raise. He watched in silence as the corner of her mouth tilted downwards in an almost forlorn expression, as if the cat had somehow held great importance to her. Alistair hardly anticipated the wiggling finger that accompanied her answer, the man purposefully leaning away from her as her finger so trailed after him, only to pause a mere inch from his cheek before abruptly pulling away all over again. Alistair could hardly help the scowl upon his features, the man increasingly disenchanted with the drunken woman and her equally as brazen behavior.
"That is...unfortunate." He commented simply, though truly Alistair failed to see just why this....cat nearly killing her warranted her current search for oblivion. A soft sigh left his lips as his striking colored irises turned towards her, the Artist no longer certain he was committed to this line of questioning, just as, it seemed, the woman was equally as determined to further ignore her own issues with an abrupt change in the topic. He hardly missed the pointed look towards his bag, her joke failing to prompt even a glimpse of amusement as he insisted he was far more concerned of her vomitting on his things than them somehow bursting into flames. Slowly, his gaze trailed towards her empty glass at her gesture and yet, he was still not yet convinced she was capable of 'holding her own', as she had put it.
Alistair was nothing short of completely and utterly baffled. Why did he of all people have to fall prey to the drunken woman's sudden interest? Why couldn't he have picked a nice diner where he was left to himself to enjoy a warm meal and continue his work, unbothered and uninterrupted? Why did he have to try someplace new....tonight? Of all nights. That suspicion upon his features was altogether obvious, however, as the artist inquired after her very intention - the question alone one that seemed to prompt an immediate response within the girl as she so abruptly pulled back from him. He watched with a raised brow as her eyes seemed to widen, only for an almost delayed bout of hysteria to overtake her and softly, another almost exasperated sigh left his lips as his emerald eyes turned back towards the drink in front of him. Her eventual insistence that she didn't date, however, hardly prompted a reaction from the man as he sipped upon his own beverage with renewed interest. It was only her almost coy insistence that she'd consider it if he was offering himself that caused his gaze to cut towards her, just in time to catch that wink.
The topic change to his work was, perhaps, the only saving grace Alistair had at the present moment. That art alone one of the few things in life that he held any true passion over. Even so, he remained near habitually vague before admitting that, presently, he was working on a logo. The very mention of that enigmatic project, however, seemed to immediately ignite a glimpse of interest within the young woman as she leaned forward. That begging upon her lips caught him off guard, much less the sudden politeness though it was not enough to sway the artist.