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.

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Posted on April 02, 2021 by Alistair Rosenthal
Residences


God, how much he ached - though that in itself was hardly unusual for the Dark Hunter. Ever since Alistair's acceptance of what he was, and his decision to embrace his employment offer with the Dark Hunter Council, his maker had made a marked effort to ensure he transformed into a wholly capable hunter. Admittedly, the Artist hadn't realized exactly what that would entail. While the rest of the world had spent the last year cooped up within their homes, Alistair had been struggling to juggle his day job as a graphic designer, those nightly hunts, and Adrien's stringent training regime. His physique, as a result, had undergone quite the transformation, one that more often than not left him sore and, if his sibling was asked, rather "complainy". As it was, a soft groan echoed upon Alistair's lips as he pulled the thin cotton of his t-shirt over his head, his shoulders protesting at the action. Though the heat from his shower had certainly helped, he was certainly feeling his morning's training session. The artist raked his hand through his wet locks, hardly perturbed with attempting to tame them when he intended to spend the rest of his weekend nestled in the cozy comfort of his flat.

Alistair emerged from the steam of his bathroom, his bare feet quietly padded down the hardwood floors of his flat as he passed his sister's darkened room. She would surely be out till evening, his sibling had grown...determined to restart her life within Sacrosanct within her impromptu return to the city, lest their parents demanded she move back home. The artist had only just turned on his computer and pulled out his drawing tablet with some grand idea on catching up with work when the sound of a knock upon his front door saw him pause. A small frown crossed his features as the emerald hue of his gaze turned towards the sound. How...unexpected. Alistair, after all, didn't particularly have friends he regularly socialized with, Emerance had her own key, and he'd only just seen Adrien a few hours ago. Who else could possibly intrude upon his Saturday? Unless it was his parents, though even that seemed highly unlikely. His father was not the type to venture out of the high-society Northern neighborhoods. The very prospect of his parents was enough to make him inwardly cringe as he rose from his chair, mildly contemplating all the while if he could just ignore the sound and pretend he wasn't home

The Dark Hunter paused before the door, only to glance through the small peephole if only to better prepare himself to face whomever was on the other side. The very last person he had expected to see was his blonde neighbor. A glimpse of surprise fluttered across Alistair's features as he reached for the door knob, pulling open the door to his apartment. "Carolina? Hey...?" He uttered, his astonishment surely blatant within his voice. "What's going on?" It was surely clear, in that moment, how few visitors Alistair got when his first reaction was to question what she was doing in front of his door in the first place. Surely she came to visit for a reason? That she might want to see him didn't even occur to the Dark Hunter.

Alistair
Rosenthal