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 July 05, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
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It was, perhaps, the most knowledge he had ever been provided on the Fae in any fashion. In truth he had never cared entirely enough to delve into the creation of a species he thought little of. Fae, after all, were neither alive nor dead, at least to his own understanding. They tended to be weak, fragile beings. Prone to cunning and tricks- the sort useful for a street performer and yet in his experience they were rarely useful beyond that. This knowledge of how they were made however was...curious. It was, if anything, further assurance that they truly were neither alive nor dead. Some were born as any mortal creature, some were created through death. How this, in any fashion, afforded them immortality he hardly knew. The knowledge Samantha so unknowingly provided him was stored away for future use as the girl seemed to only further break down. She was seemingly determined to believe that her status as a turned Fae was the very reason others looked down upon her. That, perhaps, was not a totally incorrect notion. Those born Were and those turned Were often held some manner of elitism over others and yet truly Frost himself saw little need to argue such a thing. Were was Were to his mind. Still, for whatever its use may be, the man chose to store the information all the same.

Her body seemed only to curl tighter within itself at his words, her apparent fear for her companions seeming to result in another string of rambling, sobbing words. It was curious really, how much the threat of harm to other people so seemed to afflict those who cared about them. Relationships always did bring people undone. Of that he will remain entirely assured. Her sudden mention of himself however sees an almost genuine surprise afflict his features, both eyes lifting slightly. Hmm, how sweet, she was content to warn him away from the very danger he had invented. If only she knew. How very unfortunate. He is, as always, quick to re-arrange his features less the woman look up, content to continue to at least look as if he is concerned before he nods softly.

"I will be careful, I promise. I am.....stronger then I appear I assure you."

His words remain cool, easy, seeking to assure he could care for himself without offering any true detail to the extent of his power. A power so often underestimated by those around him. He allows the woman several more moments to compose herself, the silence between them hardly uncomfortable before the stallion shifts ever so slightly, making an effort to look out of the window, violet gaze scanning the area ever so briefly.

"Your roommate, I think, is on his way home. You will be safe with him I am sure. I need to get back to work but if I can find anything else at all that will help you I will do just that. Do you need me to wait with you till Dorian gets here?"

Where the Fae man actually was Frost hardly knew and yet he doubted, truly, that Edie would have taken him far. He had asked for an hour and truly he anticipated Edie would be readily counting down to the very second, sure to release this Dorian the moment the allotted time was up if only for the sake of her own amusement. The thought bringing a simper to his lips all the same.


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