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
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.
He'd hadn't exactly meant to collide with the woman. This party was way, way more packed then he'd anticipated and yet her scent lingered more strongly in that house then most of the others. She had to live here right? Maybe this was one of the girls Ab's had told him about? Then again, Abby tended to tell him about a lot of people. The little Panda entirely prone to befriending anyone and everyone before returning in the evening to tell him about it. Arlo never ceasing to worry about the sheer amount of 'friends' she seemed to be making even if he tried to assure himself it was fine. Mostly. Probably. That vampiric territorialism entirely content to flare at even the thought. Arlo pushed those very considerations away for now, the Crusnik focusing instead on the woman in front of him and the notion that, maybe, she had something else to drink that had a little more.....well.....kick then whatever this was. Blood, he suspected, was hardly going to be on offer. The very sort of blood he was after even less likely to be so and yet, still, he could try couldn't he? Malia, as she introduced herself as, was quick to confirm she did have something better, another woman suggesting they head toward the kitchen. Arlo readily followed her through that crowd as she declared Abigail to be 'so fun'. That description tugging a simper to his lips.
He hardly anticipated that sudden question from the young Were woman, Malia querying his apparently obscure scent. Huh. All this time he'd thought he'd smelled, well, mostly like a real vampire, or at least, more like a regular one. Abigail had never mentioned it in the least. Malia reached for....some sort of bottles from a cabinet, Arlo moving to take them as she turned back around to face him. The man offered the best answer he could considering so few people ever truly asked.
"I'm...er.....kind of a vampire. Sort of. I'm a Crusnik. It's like a different species of vampire I guess. I don't eat people or anything so you don't have to worry."
Malia, he suspected, feared he might take far too much of an interest in her guests. Arlo already having observed the heated bodies and thumping hearts that surrounded him and yet- it was hardly those bodies that called to him. His oen much preferred type of prey so notably...absent tonight. The sudden sensation of someone wrapping their arms around his middle prompted the vampire to look away from those bottles and down. Abigail's scent finding him before her muffled words as she clung to him. A chuckle easily coaxed from his lips.
"Hey Babe. I'm glad you found me! You didn't mention the party was going to be this big. I just met your friend Malia here. Do you want a drink, Ab's?"
Arlo gestured toward the other Were then before opening that bottle she'd provided him with. In the very least it smelled far more...potent than whatever he'd picked up in that cup on the way in. Malia whirled around then, spotting someone else in the crowd, only to call out towards them. Someone named Ashton. The hispanic girl from earlier returned then, dragging that Ashton fellow along with her. The man dressed in, well, what Arlo was mostly sure was a cowboy outfit. No one else was wearing a costume. Was he confused? Had someone told him it was a costume party.
"I like your....er....belt....thing."
Well. Someone had to make the poor cowboy feel comfortable right? Someone had clearly tricked him into coming to a party in a costume. Poor fool. Arlo, in the very least, attempting to offer that compliment of the man's overly large shiny belt.....holder.....number plate....whatever it was. Buckle? Was it a buckle? Maybe it didn't matter. Arlo attempted that smile all the same before his attention shifted back towards Nadya as she asked after Abby and himself.
"I'm Arlo. Nice to meet you. Abby's mentioned you guys and your pack a few times. Which one of you is Frost? Oh, we've been together a few years now. I don't know much about the Were pack....thing. So I was interested to see it. It's like a vampire coven right? Do you all turn into pandas?"