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.

for pleasure seldom has a cure


Posted on August 28, 2020 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON-ARAGONA
Residences

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy


The vampire had wondered before, of course, why the Council seemed so determined to eradicate his childhood friend. In the short time William had lived within his estate, he had seen little malicious activity against the Duke and so, in turn, those thoughts too had faded into oblivion, forgotten in the wake of his near puppy-love obsession with the fae Sebastian was now married to. Now, however, with the Dark Hunter once again reappearing within his far more complicated life, the vampire was determined to discover the truth behind all those questions that he had neither asked and that William had once strived diligently to avoid. He remained silent as he listened to the tale unfold, the beginning of it entirely familiar to the vampire. How...distraught Sebastian himself had been when he'd awoken from the dead...but that was a different story for a different time and place. For now, his focus was entirely upon William's lamentations as the man spoke of the sorrows that drove him to the brink of his own insanity, that power his friend wielded was as much of a curse as a blessing. How heavily those deaths seemed to weigh upon William's heart. Naturally, Sebastian had heard of those murders - who hadn't really? Sebastian, at the time, had been largely whoring himself out at one of the shady establishments in London's poorer districts. How...close the two men had been to one another!

Such thoughts, however, were largely pushed from the forefront of his mind, the vampire entirely aware that admitting his proximity to those murders, the girls, and William, in turn, would likely only further hurt his friend. The past, after all, was where it belonged - behind them. Rather, his analytical mind was ever eager to shift towards the present moment, the vampire dwelling silently upon what had to be done to save William from another night in a dark and dungy place he did not belong. The navy hue of his irises shifted slowly towards his fellow Englishman, his lips finally parting to announce the strikingly obvious conclusion that he had come to. Solving this was certainly not out of their reach...although it might require significant pleading on the part of the Italian Prince. The furrow of his companion's brows hardly went unnoticed by Sebastian, much less that stammer upon the Hunter's lips, as if he found it impossible to believe the conundrum of his life might be so easily solved.

Sebastian watched as the Hunter's lips parted, that silence persisted for several moments before William declared his clear bafflement at the vampire's reaction. A soft chuckle left Sebastian's lips as he rose to his elbows, his shoulders shrugging ever so slightly. "It sounds as if you were hardly in your right mind then, mate. Besides....you are a Hunter...and I am a vampire. Death...it surrounds us no matter where we go." He had yet to mention the first few years of his own turning, of the numerous deaths that he was responsible for that had gone largely unnoticed, thanks to the police's blatant lack of care for the lower classes within the Victorian era. Still...perhaps it was time. "I...was not necessarily a saint when I was turned. I was....alone and had to learn how to manage the bloodthirst on my own. I botched it...a lot, William. Two hundred ago and I'd probably be the kind of vampire you'd have hunted. But, we're both past that now, right mate? So...just....try not to murder my staff or start a....kurfuffle with the police." It would reflect poorly on him, after all, if the world discovered William's past and yet...to help his best friend...it was a risk he was more than willing to take.

It was that job offer that had seemingly ensnared all of William's attention, the Hunter turning to face him. That inquiry, however, caused his head to tilt ever so slightly to the side. "As I said, fangirls and assassination attempts." He had hardly anticipated his friend's ignorance on what a 'fangirl' was - the word rather self-explanatory, or so he thought. "A fangirl is a girl....who is a fan. Or a boy, though they are rarer. I get loads of mail....and pictures....and a few....more imaginative stories on....what they would do if I was alone with them." His brow rose, the insinuation entirely clear, or so he thought. The dark blue of his gaze hardly deviated from his companion, however, as William's voice softened, the man commenting of that change to Sebastian's title. A small, bemused simper crossed his features at William's inquiry of the English monarchy, the vampire incapable of stopping that soft chuckle on his lips before his head shook ever so slightly. "No, Her Majesty is doing quite well, I spoke to her last year." His tongue briefly caressed his bottom lip as Sebastian considered the answer to William's question. It would....perhaps be....unwanted news for the Dark Hunter and yet, the vampire had always been clear that his heart had belonged to another. "Italy. I'm the heir to the throne of Italy."