Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Rafael remained calm and collected as he went through his usual list of triage questions. It was important to know in a quick nutshell of what they were potentially dealing with, and the severity that was likely due to the circumstances. With a helmet on, head injuries were going to be less severe, hopefully, or non existent. You couldn't rule them out entirely but it was useful to know so he could try to fix in the order of worst to best. ”No, we were just doing a training exercise and I hadn’t planned on falling today.” An eyebrow rose slightly, but there was no judgement as he responded with "A helmet is always useful in every circumstance, training should surely also cover the use of a helmet and good practice, no?" okay so it was a little bit like a friendly warning but so many accidents and injuries could be more easily avoided if people didn't skip corners or the like. Still, he wasn't here to berate, he was here to help.
”Mason. Are you new to the hospital?” Rage have a small nod, already assessing the man for issues. "Yep. Frequent visitor are you?" He asked, using the moment to check Mason's eyesight. ”I know. . but they can all get back to work now.” Rafe have an understanding smile and heard the scuffle as they left. That wasn't his priority though, his patient was. ”I’m fine, just some bruised ribs and a knock to the head, probably a concussion.” Rafe nodded again, seeing the wiggles and half smiling. "Oh I'm sure, but just as you gotta do your job properly and put out all the fires, I gotta do mine too." He finished his checks on the ground then sat back on his heels. "But you're good to sit up if you feel up to it. I'm seeing mild concussion but morning dramatic. Just want to double check." because the last thing he needed was the guy to stand up too fast and drop down from something hidden, or then cause himself a worse issue by falling.
He glanced from the person lying prone on the floor, to the other crew members dotted about - none of them seemed to know quite what to do with themselves, which surprised Raf. Most fire fighters had some basis of first aid, and would generally know what to do with themselves, but these lot seemed uncertain. Either they were new crew, or stand in's that might not have much rapport with each other. Or there was the possibility that this was a serious injury and that was why they were concerned. He couldn't see any pools of blood, which would be an obvious serious injury, nobody was kneeling over the guy and holding onto anything, and as Raf spoke, he saw the guy try to raise his head. So he wasn't knocked out either. These were all good signs though, he would rather have been called out for a sprain or mild concussion than a cut femoral artery or broken spine.
"yeah, he fell from a ladder which then fell on him from about 8 or 10ft" Raf nodded, glancing to the building and then the ladder as mentioned. They kindly hadn't left the ladder laying their either, which surprisingly had happened on occasion when Raf had turned up to stuff. People not removing the danger to the scene. "Alright, was he wearing his helmet?" He asked, as all fire crew should wear when they're up heights - it didn't look like he had his on now so either someone had stupidly removed it, or he'd not been wearing it in the first place. He headed over to the patient. "I'm fine guys. ." Raf gave a warm chuckle and flashed the guy a quick, friendly smile as he knelt down by the wounded, putting his bag down within reach. "I'm Raf, nice to meet you," He introduced himself quickly, always feeling that it helped put people at ease when he did. "Your crew are just concerned, and they're right to be - even from a small height a fall can be a serious injury. Does anything hurt? Can you wiggle your toes and your fingers okay?" He asked, looking him over with a critical eye, checking if anything was obviously broken.
Raf had only been in town a short time, but he already felt like he knew every corner of it already - from the rough and worrying corners, to the sweet and fluffy light-heartedness of the center. Mostly this was down to his work, as he'd rarely had a spare moment to himself since arriving, and had only just about proclaimed himself settled in. That was partly because he had a thing about organisation and couldn't stand leaving boxes out full of his stuff. The flat, though small, was already in order and he only felt he needed a couple of other bits to complete the homely feel he had going. Today it was the turn for Paramedic Rafael, having put his police uniform aside for today's shift with the hospital. He'd met quite a lot of people through both jobs, and some already from the place he was driving to today, but it was quite unusual to receive this kind of call.
One of the firemen had gotten themselves injured during a training exercise. In these circumstances, they'd normally fix on site or bring them in, but clearly someone was worried enough to feel the need to call outside assistance in to help. He didn't have any knowledge of what the injury was, only that the patient was conscious and breathing, but that their pulse was a little fast; likely pain or fear, depending on what exactly had happened. He pulled up in the car park and hopped out, quick to grab his bag of magic tricks and hurry toward the front doors. "Hi, someone call for a paramedic? What's the problem?" He asked, assessing the area in a quick glance and trying to find the issue.
full name • Rafael Elias Queirós nicknames • Raf, Raffy, 'Q' at work age • twenty-six birthday • January 1st occupation • Police Officer, part time paramedic gender • Male sexuality • Homosexual
the appearance
face claim• Rafael L. Silva
identifying features• Incredibly dark brown eyes that look almost black in some light, it may sound cheesy but his most identifying feature is his big grin - he's got a cracking smile, which often makes people grin back at him involuntarily. He's not particularly tall, standing at 5ft10, but he's broad and stacked from long hours in the gym; another thing that stands out about him.
the personality
likes • helping people , going above and beyond , keeping fit - particularly enjoys jogging and swimming , people person; enjoys company and socialising , his jobs - some people joke he's married to them , making people feel good, especially his partner when in a relationship , documentaries , cooking; likes to try new recipes - they don't always go well , dancing; enjoys letting loose when he gets the chance , a pretty face; he's a complete sucker when it comes to a handsome guy , organisation and being in control , decorating; he's a DIY kind of guy dislikes • homophobes/discrimination in any way , heights , seeing people in distress or hurt , being taken advantage of , not being in control of a situation , getting things wrong , dishonesty , how bad he is at being spontaneous , people who can't apologise when they're wrong , fucking up/making mistakes - hard on himself , rushing into things; occasionally an overthinker , saying no to people, even when he knows he should strengths • very organised individual and expert at planning , has a surprisingly good eye for internal decorating , calm in a crisis and has a knack for cooling things off when tensions arrive , very patient , ridiculously romantic weaknesses • a real worrier and internalises a lot , can't stand seeing people he loves hurt or in pain in any way , often gives more chances than someone should be allowed; very forgiving , a pretty face; he gets sucked in and struggles to say no dreams • believes in 'the one' and hopes to settle down and make a comfortable life with that person , progressing up the ranks within his police job but isn't particularly ambitious fears • death of a loved one , never finding the right person to settle with , losing either of his jobs or making a costly mistake in either of them overall personality • soft hearted, considers himself a bit of a sucker/schmuck because of it, has a ridiculously big heart and cares way too much but can't help himself, also wears his heart on his sleeve somewhat, he's a hard worker almost to the point of working himself into the ground but will never say no, sometimes needs someone to step in and tell him when he's had enough to avoid burnout, determined guy but won't push boundaries too much, sweet; ridiculously so, romantic and likes to make people feel good - especially when in relationships, always thinking about others, compassionate, can seem a bit of a strong and silent type when first meeting as he has a bit of a control freak side and struggles to let go of that, would put other people before himself and some would call it a hero complex, has a strong gut instinct and will trust it, loyal person and stands by his loved one's regardless, someone you can depend and rely on and will make everything better.
the history
father • Antônio Elias Queirós - 52 - Doctor mother • Juliana Adriana Queirós - 48 - retired fashion designer, Parkingson's disease and blindness siblings • Enzo Gael Queirós - 31 - Business man - battling addiction important people • none hometown • Fortaleza, Brazil overall history • It was no wonder Raf grew up with such ideas of romance; his parents fell in love at an early age and were married faster than you could blink. Even years on, as time passed and they experienced the usual hardships of a good marriage and life, they never faltered or strayed, never went to bed angry with each other. It gave Rafe the idea that he wanted a love like that when he grew older, and that it was out there for everyone if you looked hard enough. He grew up fast alongside his older brother, and despite their occasional squabbles as all siblings had, the pair were close and Raf looked up to Enzo, as much as Enzo looked out for his younger sibling. Enzo was the one that helped Raf with is homework, who taught him how to kick a football, who showed him how to punch. His father was around at times but he worked long hours, and a lot of the child's entertainment was up to themselves.
Rafe doted on his mother, she usually worked from home with her designs, and when his brother was not around to annoy, and he wasn't at school, he would sit with her and watch her draw or sculpt or sew - for hours. He found it fascinating, marveling at her talent for art. His artistic skill was little to none, stick figures at best, but he could appreciate the things he was not good at that others were. The family was mostly content for a long time, but unfortunately the happiness could not last forever.
It took time for them to see it - the change in Raf's mother. She was a strong woman, independent despite her marriage, and she hid the symptoms from her family until she could do it no longer. Raf will never forget the day he saw her unable to pick up a pencil to draw anymore, unable to thread a needle to sew the pattern she had worked so hard on to design. He used to help her when he could, in the early days - thread the needle with his dexterous fingers, help her hand to grip the pencil. But as his talent lacked, he couldn't do the things she could do, and she began to give up. His father should have seen it sooner, and perhaps he did but denial was strong - the mid teenage years of Rafe's life was spent in and out of hospital visits with his mother, not wanting her to go to her appointments without all the support he could give - Parkingson's and her failing sight was the outcome. She would no longer work let alone design.
The family reached a tipping point. With only one income to support the household, Raf's father upped his shifts, but even that made the bills had to cover, and with Rafe in full time education, it was his brother who tried to help cover costs by picking up a part time job. Tensions rose, Raf - not obliged but feeling for his mother - took over much of her care outside of school. In the end, struggling to make things meet, they downsized, losing the house. They did not move outside the city but towards another area; the rooms were a little damp, the garden non existent. Rafe didn't care for the house, so long as he still had the people inside of it, but even that took on a taint.
A change in schools and environment, Rafe met a guy who would bring something out in him he never expected. He had dabbled with girls before, but always felt something was missing - and when his friend kissed him during an evening study session he found that spark he'd been missing all along. At first he freaked out, sexuality was not something his family had spoken of, but he knew his father's views on the matter well enough. It took him a couple of months to work his head around how he really felt, and whether he was or wasn't really gay. Several kisses later with the same friend and then a couple of guys cemented things for him, and at 17 he sat his family down to come out to them. He felt sick, saying the words and waiting for a reaction. As he'd expected, his father looked at him long and hard, and then got up and walked away without a work. His mother was softer, patted his hand, gave him a smile, but didn't say a word. His brother embraced him, said it was okay and that it didn't matter. His brother loved him no matter what, and that nothing was wrong with who he was. If not for his brother in that moment, Raf had no idea where he would have ended up.
Further tragedy hit the family not much after Rafe's 18th birthday. The family had fragmented a little following Raf's announcement. His father, not unkind, rarely acknowledged him, his mother refused to speak about the issue and acted as if it had never happened. Rafe stewed on it but refused to return back to the closet, instead he put his love life on hold and worked on his studies. It was late one night when he received a call from the hospital to let him know that his brother, unknown to him as a user, was admitted with a suspected overdose. Heartbroken and terrified, Raf barely left his side for weeks. This was his brother, his best friend, and he'd had no idea what was going on with him.
Once he was out, they spent a long time talking, a lot of promises were made. His brother had felt pressured, with everything going on at home, and Rafe told him it was time for Enzo to lean on him for a change. Raf changed his career path in life, having originally wanted to follow in his father's steps as a Doctor, or if not to help research into new medicines, he switched tactics and became a police officer. He wanted to be able to help people like his brother. His father and him came to a head when he told his parents, but despite the argumentative blows, he stayed firm on his belief and years of hard work down the line, picked up as a paramedic part time. It killed him to do it, but when his mother's condition worsened, he managed to persuade his father to find her a home, moving to England now that she was no longer tying him to the family home and sending back money in order to help pay for her expenses so she could live in comfort. He tries to keep as eye on his brother as much as he can but worries for him daily that he will relapse.
the role player
alias • King of the rock age • the length of a piece of string other characters • 3.14