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!
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 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.
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 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.
"Ugh, just take the bait already." He muttered to no one in particular as he steadied the scope on his gun. He already had special witch bullets loaded and ready. He just needed the perfect shot. He had been waiting here for hours, his mind already miles away from here at home with Amelia and Tenley. Finally the witch shifted, moving into his scope's view and he let out a breath of relief. "Finally." He centered the dot on the witch's forehead and took another calming breath before he took the shot, grateful when she gracefully fell to the floor of her apartment, almost like she'd fainted. The witch was dangerous, having been raised by necromancers and teaching herself how to raise the dead and control them. She'd already killed multiple innocent humans and supernaturals just for sport, wanting to see what all her powers were capable of. She had no compassion.
Troy couldn't get close to her cause she could use her powers on him. She could basically kill him with a flick of her fingers, something he wasn't willing to risk. He had too much to live for. That's why he'd chosen to get a good sniper and some witch bullets. And it had worked like a charm, five hours later. Now he could confirm his kill with a picture and head back home where he'd wanted to be four hours ago. He sighed as he packed up his gun and brought it to his car before walking down the hill to the house. As he peeked over the windowsill, he could see her still body on the floor. He still felt wary, even though he couldn't sense her life force anymore. He snapped his picture on his phone and hit Send to the Council before heading back to the car. He thought about calling Amelia on the way, just to hear her voice but decided against it. She might be pissed that he wasn't home already. He'd planned on spending some time with her tonight, whether in the bedroom or otherwise.
As he pulled up, he was glad to see the lights on. A warm atmosphere seeped from the house and his lips curled into a smile. He couldn't get enough of this feeling, just knowing he had a family waiting for him just inside. He parked the car and locked it before heading inside, his head snapping up as he heard Amelia's voice filtering from the dining room. His eyes sparkled with adoration and excitement to see his fiance, his lips curling into a bigger smile as he closed the door behind him. "Oh really? Will this require clothing?" He asked teasingly as he headed toward her voice. As he turned the corner and saw the cakes and cups, he paused in the doorway, his face sobering up as he looked from them to the beautiful woman standing beside the table.
"Um...I guess the clothes stay on, huh." Even though his voice was pouty, his eyes were still happy as ever. He knew this day was coming, with the wedding pending so close. He'd kind of hoped Amelia would make most of the decisions since he didn't care about anything as long as she was the guest of honor and she said "I do." Other than that, he could eat cardboard at their reception and still feel like the luckiest man alive. He slowly moved to her, leaning in to lay a sweet kiss on her lips. "Sorry I'm late, love." He didn't tell her why right off, not sure whether she'd want to know that he had a witch to kill or not. She knew that he did important work for the Council and hunted dangerus criminals but he was never quite sure how she really felt about his work. He glanced around at the cakes. "Guess it's a good thing I haven't eaten yet."