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.

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.

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'.

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.

b i t e the hand that feeds you; ISOLT


Posted on November 16, 2018 by COBAIN
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Despite everything Risque has done to him, beginning with changing him into the creature he is, fueled with hatred and rage, and ending in his current task to track down a particular vampire though Cobain has no certainty of what for. But despite all this, and Cobain's hatred for his mistress there lies some sort of sick addiction of her abuse towards him. But all of it has made him stronger, more deadly, and call it the maker's connection, but Cobain's loyalty towards his mistress was nearly sickening.

And to think he had once been just a poor village boy.

But his hatred for his mistress goes so much deeper than his dissatisfaction of her hold over him as his maker or his deep seated hatred of everything, including himself. It goes deeper than anything Cobain will ever come to know, maybe when the devil finally catches him he will find out what his hatred means, what his intentions for it is, but until then, Cobain merely stalks the night, doing his duty, obeying without question.

Isn't it funny though, how things look different under the cover of night? A shadow you would not have noticed suddenly makes your heart race with fear, but Cobain has stopped fearing the dark long ago, now that he was a creature of it. Little more than a shadow, sitting there unsuspecting, until it was too late, until the order was cast and you met your end. It seems like an ordinary night it would seem, Cobain out on orders, though thankful to be away from Syn, he despised the place and all it stood for. He spent as much time as he could avoiding everyone, waiting for Risque to give him some sort of order so he would have an excuse to leave its confines, and tonight it was finally given. A dusting of moonlight sends the shadow a glow. A grumble, something of a guttural growl leaves his lips, he can smell them, those with blood in their system, their fragile heart beating, but Cobain had not been allowed out of Syn to search for food, his meal it would seem would have to wait. His lips twitches though, in some sort of anticipation, as if those fangs within the confines of his mouth could already imagine them being pierced through supple skin. The monster needed to feed.

He walks the streets, the ebony haired vampire moving effortlessly through the streets of downtown. Cobain's ruby red eyes keep out for any signs of the one he was looking for, the pale boy content to take his time this evening, it would be hours until sunrise, Cobain wanted to enjoy his time, but even despite this good news, the boy's face is formed into a small frown as it always is. His mind is unclouded by any emotions other than hatred. There is no kindness or affection in his heart, only contempt, anger, and ambition, he could only ever be a killer. Obsidian hair is nearly hidden under the cover of night as he turns his way down the residential streets.

There was a particular vampire that the ebony haired demon boy was looking for. He didn't know what the vampire's connection was to Risque or why she wanted him dealt with, Cobain never asked questions, he just did as his mistress said, the power of his maker was strong and Cobain reminded himself that he was too weak to fight it.

He clings to the shadows as he moves, a scowl still on his face, ebony hair blending in within the night air. Dressed simply as to not stand out, he wear s a long sleeve grey shirt with a pair of skinny jeans rolled at the bottom and black vans on his feet. That ebony hair is arranged neatly on his head, and if it weren't for those ruby red eyes, he would look like any other seventeen year old wandering about and up to no good.

The moon then decides to dip behind some clouds, plunging the world into a sickening darkness and the shadows stirred. That red gaze flickers about. He had heard his target was some where around Sacrosanct, attempting to leave peacefully, but Risqué would see to the man's end. The drifter would certainly be an unwelcome surprise, but Cobain was used to such things, it came with the territory of being Risque's pet. Many knew Cobain's face at this point, but for those that didn't, the sound of Risque's name upon his tongue was enough to strike fear into the ones he hunted.

Ruby red eyes are looking for the one he was requested to find, but then, out of the corner of his eye he spots a dash of chestnut hair and a face he has only spied from the shadows. A name slips to the fore front of his mind and then onto his tongue before he even has a moment to catch himself. "Isolt," he says the woman's name in that dead tone of his. Normally, Cobain would not feel so inclined to acknowledge anyone when he was set on a mission by his wicked mistress, but, he takes a deep breath, the red haired woman was certainly an exception. When he approaches her, the ebony haired vampire takes a moment, just looking at her with those red eyes of his. Never before has he approached the woman, but he knew of her, knew that she shared the same maker as he. "You're Risque's," is all he says, looking at her with that hungry, ruby gaze. "I am too."

I never said Cobain was good at first impressions.
COBAIN DALCA
image by Maaike Nienhuis

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