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.

still just a rat in a cage

Posted on January 23, 2020 by Marcelo Rumeir

Christmas time. Again. The brown eyed were had never been overly celebratory of the cheerful holiday. (This is a lie, there had been a time, and a place, but that time has long past, as had the person that made it worth while.) He does not have fond memories of Christmas time when he had been a child, there had been no Christmas tree, there were no lights (there was no electricity), and there had been no Christmas presents to marvel over, brown eyes bright with excitement. It was another day. Wake up. Work. Play with siblings. Pray. Eat. Sleep. It was typical. So, for a good portion of his life, Marcelo treated Christmas as any other day. Wake up. Drink. Hit on girls who were sad they weren't with their families. Take one home. Of course, there had been exceptions to this rule on Christmas day in the last couple centuries, but Marcelo stores these thoughts away, like an old photograph stuck into the pocket of his raincoat before stepping into a rain soaked city he can quite remember anymore.

Marcelo has always been a whirlwind of charm and a rush of energy with a sharp mind beneath that mess of brandished gold locks. He had never walked, he had always sauntered. Never whispered, but he had bellowed. Marcelo was born to live across lifetimes, he could not simply be subjected to the average lifespan of a human. There was far too much of him for that to happen.

"Well, that looks like crap."

The comment is in regards to the wrapping job he has done. There are four presents on the table, there is another but it is tucked away in a secret spot in the forest for a silver eyed fae to find. A locket of the moon with a red ruby inside. With a note: "Dear Illy, Merry Christmas, here is a locket...I didn't even steal it!" Surely, she would be proud of him. (I mean, Marcelo was proud of himself.)

There is a present for each of the twins: a blue monster truck for Izzy and a red monster truck for Micah, because who doesn't love monster trucks? He has a present for Nadya, though without the same promise he had given Iliana. Hers may have not been exactly legally obtained, but its original owners were long dead. A rare second edition of part one of Don Quixote straight from Old Spain, Marcelo's birth place. For Frost, Marcelo has wrapped a toy horse, carved from wood, a trinket from his childhood, from the very trees that once covered Spain where there now stands buildings. But, wrapped with the horse is a bottle of Bourbon, just in case the toy horse didn't exactly pan out.

I wish I could say each of them were wrapped carefully with love, but that would be a lie. The wrapping is rough, there is rips, and in the case of one of the monster trucks, a wheel sticks out on the bottom. It looks rushed, and it was. Marcelo throws the gift into his backpack before throwing a zip up hoodie on over a black t shirt. He has khaki pants and black vans to complete the ensemble. Was this proper attire? In all honesty, Marcelo probably could have tried a little harder.

He arrives at the house and reaches up to knock on the door. Marcelo has not forgotten Frost's invitation to live with the pack, but, as of now, he has still retained his resident in his hotel. But the more he considered it...

When the door is answered he joins the rest of the group, dropping his backpack down at his feet. "I come baring gifts, " he says, handing them out before his dark brown eyes fall to Tetradore. "Uhh maybe you can share Frost's gift."

{ it is far better to live like a lion for a day than live like a jackal for a hundred years }