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.
Sebastian's attempts to near pointedly stare at that neon orange hair that was, well, not upon his head had hardly gone unnoticed. The elder vampire commented that Arlo's eyebrows had suffered the same neon fate- all the while failing to look away from Arlo's groin as a near dubious look managed to afflict Arlo's own features. The Crusnik was quick to pull his jeans back up and into place as one hand reached out to shove at Sebastian and break the Incubus'....attention from his groin. Christ. Maybe this was how women felt when guys stared at their chests? It seemed feasible. Not that it helped the situation any. His hair was still some sort of orange...red....disaster. Abigail would never forgive him for this. How on earth was he going to explain it to her? She would hardly understand exactly what he and Sebastian had been doing when it happened. Arlo hardly had any desire to even attempt to explain it to her. The only reason she might believe was some excuse that he'd been attempting to dye his hair for....some reason and it had gone wrong. Although why he'd been dyeing his groin he hardly knew. That panic only further seemed to eclipse the younger vampire as Sebastian attempted to explain his blatant staring with the insistence that it was bright red. That very comment did little more than earn Sebastian another pointed looked as Arlo strode purposefully back into the bathroom. Maybe he could wash it out? It had to be some allergic reaction, didn't it? God, he was allergic to Sebastian's venom.
Whatever Sebastian was attempting to say was all but lost upon the Crusnik as he frantically attempted to wash that red colour from a single strand of his hair. The very fear that his hair might yet stay red for the rest of his life was only just beginning to seep in. That worry began to claw at him. Explaining that red hair to Abby would be one thing. Explaining it to his agent and the media would be another. He'd only just finished an interview with Rolling Stone about how he had cleaned up his act, given away those piercings and leather clothes (beyond jackets) and become a far more professional performer then he'd been before. They were hardly going to believe it after he showed up with neon fucking hair! Sebastian, leaning within the doorway, was momentarily forgotten as those worries turned almost frantically within Arlo's mind, the vampire oblivious to how quickly that red colour was beginning to fade from his hair and become something far deeper. The red giving way to a deep, vibrant blue that seemed to only increase all the more as the worries within his mind become only more potent.
Sebastian's voice, finally, seemed to register within Arlo's mind as he raised his still dripping head from the sink to eye the other man as he came forward and into the bathroom. Sebastian's insistence that Abigail would hardly care about the colour of his hair prompted a singular light of one eyebrow in an entirely doubtful fashion.
"So you're telling me Dorian wouldn't give a shit if you came home with neon hair, bud?"
The Prince of Italy with red hair would be...amusing to say the least. The press, Arlo knew, would hammer him and yet the Crusnik was equally sure that Dorian would hardly take well to it either- no more than Abby would. Sebastian's insistence that this was hardly an allergic reaction so much as it was magic however, prompted a ready frown to the younger man's features. That mention of potions and witches only furthering that look of contemplation on Arlo's features. He was...cursed? Had he taken anything? He was sure he hadn't. He hadn't fed off a witch in....decades. Their blood held no appeal to him. Had he fed off a vampire whose lover was a witch? Was this revenge? His head shook.
"I haven't taken anything at all. Oh, wait, wait! I saw a woman at the gas station two weeks ago and I asked her when her baby was due- turns out she wasn't pregnant. She was pretty mad. Was she a witch!?"
Was this her doing? Then again, why would she wait two weeks to exact her.....weird revenge? How would she even have found him? Arlo reached one hand up to run through his hair, his gaze shifting briefly back to the mirror only to notice that change in colour for the first time. Fucking hell. At least people had naturally red hair. People didn't have blue hair. God, what if it kept changing forever? What if-. Sebastian's sudden mention of affinities prompted Arlo's gaze to shift abruptly back to his companion then. Did he have all of those affinities yet.
"No, I don't- but this......this isn't an affinity is it? What the fuck sort of affinity is this?"
Arlo's hand lifted to gesture to his hair once more. Weren't affinities supposed to be....useful? How was this useful? Then again if it was an affinity then he could make it stop, couldn't he?
"Ab's told me once that some animals can change their colour to warn predators or attract mates or to like....hide in their environment like, you know, lizards and stuff. Is that what this is supposed to be? I dunno what the hell sort of environment I'm going to blend in with though unless my natural environment is a glow-light rave or a firework festival or colour run or something. Christ, I think the blue is worse then the red."
That blue colour, however, had begun to fade as Arlo spoke. The vampire's mind distracted from that worry and focused, even if only briefly, upon recalling that information Abigail had told him. His gaze shifted to Sebastian once more. A sudden look of displeasure crossing his features.
"So let me get this right. You get some sort of....sex-god powers and I get blue hair? Is that how this works? Because if it is I want to, I dunno, put in a complaint or something."