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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

who's got their claws in you, my friend


Posted on January 12, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
Residences
all this devotion was rushing over me, and the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me, but the arms of the ocean deliver me.


The morning had been sleepy enough, allowing me to spend whatever time I had accumulated to solidifying my relationship with my down pillows, that is until the door had nearly been blown in and my being had been nearly arrested by both of my brothers who had decided it was a frightfully perfect time to acquire their sister and return to their lair with her in tow. Fortunately, they had been kind enough to procure clothing and an umbrella from my apartment in order to protect me from whatever kind of ridiculous weather this city had expelled for the day though I was rendered utterly useless during their raid of my apartment. Finally, I submitted and they gleefully admitted me to their apartment with the command of breakfast to which I, the generous woman I am, complied with little complaint. Davante's kitchen was always well stocked and his cooking appliances were far more advanced than mine for now, which had my mood spike to a marked high compared to that of when they had stolen me from the comfort of my bed and the absurd curses I had shot their way whilst being kidnapped. Filling the apartment with comforting smells of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon, the three of us enjoyed breakfast together before it became clear that our sibling bonding time was over, and that it was necessary for them to get on with their lives though it was vehemently requested that I stay put as to keep me out of any kind of trouble while neither of my brothers were able to babysit me. The rest of the morning saw me curling up on the couch with a mug of tea and a blanket, very happy to listen to the rain as it lulled me off into a kind of sleep I hadn't been able to find since moving to the city.

Said wonderful slumber was ruined, though, with a brutal rapping on the door. I felt my skin covered in goose bumps at the sound, as if the sound alone was some kind of boogie-man ready to find me regardless of the kinds of protection Davante had left on the apartment. After running a hand through my hair and gently rubbing my sleepy eyes, I was able to slip into a wrap sweater that hung loosely over my shoulders before deeming myself presentable to peek through the peep-hole, only to recognize the body on the other side. Wasn't he the man who had introduced himself in the coffee shop some time back? Having thought that I wouldn't see him again, he had slipped from my memory with the image of him dissipating along with his name. His angry voice permeated the space between the door opening and it's frame, though I am quickly easy to realize his tone is not for me, and is instead intended for the incredibly ridiculous warlock who is not present at his abode at current. The surprise spreading over the man's face followed by a frown strikes me as amusing because clearly, he did not expect to see a petite, near mirror image of the warlock he had intended to see standing in the doorway.

"I am, in fact, that woman," I started to say, the lilt of my voice tipping towards amused. He is clearly impatient, realizing that I'm not the target he had intended to greet. As he crosses his arms and his features darken, I find my head tilting slightly, allowing the cascade of very loose curls to wash over my shoulder to take him in. The impatience is familiar, as it is a trait so outstandingly Davante that I am loathe to call him out on it. Instead, my arms cross gently beneath my bosom as if mirroring his agitated action without thinking. "You must be Azrael, yes?" I asked, my eyes rising to meet his gaze, shoulders held in a defiant but not aggressive way. As he runs his hand through his hair, it becomes increasingly obvious that he is uncomfortable with my presence; a fact that only has a wry, slow, smile start to twist my features in a way that makes my eyes a little bit of a brighter blue, clearly amused with his discomfort. "Neither of my bothers are home. Dav mentioned that you might be by," I started to explain, before my brows would knit together in some form of friendly concern. It is rather amusing to hear his description of not only my brother's shop, but the mispronunciation of my other brother's name. With a soft laugh, I shake my head to his question and at my lack of manners. Why hadn't I done the proper thing and invited him in? Davante had said that Azrael would be by, and if this was him, he would surely want to wait for my brother's reappearance.

"You must be freezing, come in." The invitation was more of a command as I stepped aside, hoping the warm air of the apartment would do the man some good as it was truly frigid outside, especially for the likes of me... and probably for the likes of a very... soggy... man. After shutting and locking the door, my eyebrows knit together in a form of concern to both the state of the pond growing on the rug, but also to the way it must have sunk farther than his clothing. "First of all" I started to say, finding the warm light at the tips of my fingers enough to gently wash over him to dry his clothes, though surely it would not be enough to warm him. Pleased with my presentation of how suitable I would be as a drying machine, I press a thoughtful finger to my lips before nodding to the couch. "Go sit by the fire and I'll bring you some tea. Have you eaten lunch yet?" Unfortunately for this stranger, it is merely in my nature to feed every single soul that walked through a door of a building I was lurking inside of. This desire finds me in the kitchen, happy to bring him a cup of tea and a plate of food that would assuredly warm him from the inside out while he waited for my inconveniently absent brother.

"I'm sorry he's not here. Davante is inconveniently absent at the best of times and his presence is unwelcome at the worst," I divulged, curiously watching him from a vantage point far enough away that his male presence would not overwhelm me.

elenore arabia dorian


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