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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“Let’s schedule for something next week. I don’t believe I feel prepared enough to go straight for it today. I would appreciate a pamphlet or something. Or just more info on what to do for a first tattoo.” The brunette gave another nod as he flicked through the pages on the book in front of him, stopping when he landed on a blank space. "No worries, I could do next friday afternoon? 3:30pm?" He said, looking back up at the blonde. "We don't have pamphlets. . but basically keep the area clean, treat it like any other wound. Try not to get it wet for the first couple of days, showering is fine, just pat it dry afterwards but no swimming. I'll put a wrap on it as well which will probably come off on its own." He explained.
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Dante clenched his fist and crossed his arms across his chest to keep his hands busy. His sister was starting to flare his temper and he didn’t want to snap. "She is. A stupid one." His eyes narrowed at her sentence. "Family first, her loyalty was clearly tested and she bailed. Not worth the tears, bro, or the loyalty." His lips tightened his anger bubbled under the surface. Zira may have believed what she was saying but he didn’t and wouldn’t. "Depends, are you going to follow me about for the rest of the day? Or do you have other things to attend to?" As his temper dispersed, he let his arms drop back to his sides, smirking slightly. ”Nah I’m done stalking you for the day. . I have some things that need seeing to.”
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“It’s perfect! I can schedule the appointment now and do the partial payment if that works for you?” He nodded, satisfied that the woman was happy with the design. He glanced at his watch to check the time then looked back up to the blonde. ”I could squeeze you in now if you’re happy to go ahead today?” He asked. Dante flicked through the diary on the table, checking his schedule. ”or I can make an appointment for next week?”
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A sadistic grin turned pulled at the corners of his lips as he landed blow after blow against the bag, picturing the smug look of his father’s face smack bang in the centre. Their conversation from this morning was on loop in his brain, fuelling his punches. His relationship with his father had always been a complicated one but it had gotten worse over the years, especially after the little stint that had gotten him arrested, briefly. "gloves not doing it?" A male’s voice broke through his thoughts and he lowered his fists, glancing to the side to see who it was. ”Nope. . bag’s not doing much either.” He stated, stretching out his fingers before grabbing his water and taking a sip.
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Dante’s fist connected with the punching bag with a loud thud as he threw a double hook into it. He was in a foul mood and he needed to get his anger out. He would have preferred a proper fist fight but the boxing ring was empty and the people on the other bags looked like beginners. He needed to find somewhere he could get back into mma fighting again. He may have been banned in Spain but that didn’t necessarily make him banned in the UK. Regardless, he could still start up an illegal fight ring again. Either way, he craved the feeling of his fist connecting with somebody’s bones and grappling them to the ground.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he danced around the bag, throwing different combinations whilst staying light on his toes. A phone call with his father this morning had well and truly pissed him off. He’d told the old man he was thinking of sticking around in England and he hadn’t liked that. Two of his children flying the nest and trying to do their own thing? Absolutely not. Feeling the anger building up again, he used his teeth to pull off his gloves, opting to hit the bag with just his wraps on for protection, wanting to feel the bag against his knuckles.
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He glanced up every so often as he sketched the idea she had pitched him, trying to gage her reaction. “I like the whisk and spatula, with the flowers under it better. If we make the whisk a bit longer and maybe an apple in the rubber part of the spatula – then I love it!” He sat back while she looked over his drawing and listened as she gave her input. He noted her ideas and turned the book back to him, erasing parts of the sketch and adding in the other things she had wanted. "How's this?" He asked, sliding the book back around.
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ha! I think you're mistaking me for gael. Insects don't scare me. I think you'll find they call it a 'bumbag' here miss fanny. Your ass would need a bucket full #chewbaca
thanks aofie!
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"People do get cold feet you know, brother. Perhaps you weren't satisfying enough for her." His brows furrowed and he shook his head in thought. He'd know if she'd gotten cold feet. His ex wasn't the type of girl to hide her feelings. If she wasn't feeling something, she would tell him. He bit his tongue, holding back the retort he'd usually make if the person standing in front of him wasn't his sister. "Nope that definitely wasn't the issue, trust me." He said, saying no more on his ability to please women.
A sly smile worked its way onto his face as he managed to land a jab to her ribs, only for her to retaliate - which he had expected. He ran a hand over the spot on his arm that her fist had connected with as his smirk widened. ”Watch it. She left you, Dante, time to get over it and realize her for the bitch she was." His eyes narrowed and the smile dropped from his face. "She isn't a bitch." He huffed in annoyance. She may have been his sister but he still wouldn't stand anyone bad mouthing his ex. She had been the love of his life after all. He still felt a sense of loyalty to the woman for some stupid reason. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"
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NICKNAMES: Delgado, Diablo, Junior GENDER: male AGE: twenty six D.O.B: 5th november SEXUALITY: straight RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single HOMETOWN: valencia HAIR: black EYES: brown HEIGHT: 5ft8 PLAY-BY: christian prosperini
LIKES: arguing, fighting, cupcakes, mixed martial arts, keeping fit, getting tattoos, dogs, tequila, motorbikes, reality tv, the office, surfing, early mornings, motorbikes - has a triumph and a kawasaki fast cars, gambling DISLIKES: waking up early, police, chick flicks, smoking, losing, being cold STRENGTHS: brilliant fighter, mma, coercion WEAKNESSES: his family, his ex fiance, pancakes FEARS: his family dying, being heartbroken again SECRETS: has a daughter he doesn't know about HABITS: smokes when he's drunk, driving fast, drums his fingers on things, fiddles with his rings when talking
LIFESTYLE
STATUS IN SOCIETY: middle/upper class OCCUPATION: works for the family business WEALTH: well off TATTOOS:this, this and this SCARS: quite a few DRINK: most weekends SMOKE: when drunk DRIVE: mainly motorbikes HOME: woodbain flats
FAMILY
FATHER: Manuel Joaquín Delgado - 52 - Musician (band member) / bar owner ( loan shark / money launderer / money extorter ) MOTHER: Daniela Amalia Delgado - 48 - Tattoo artist / bar manager OTHER HALF: single ( ex - isabel rey herrera ) SIBLINGS: Zahira Miran Delgado - 23 - Bounty Hunter Gael Mateo Delgado - 28 - works at the 'family bar' CHILDREN: sofia luna herrera FRIENDS:
Dante was born in Valencia, Spain, the youngest until his little sister came along three years later. He took his job as an older brother pretty seriously, listening intently to his father when he told his two sons to look after their sister when they were introduced to her in the hospital. As they got older it was clear his sister didn't need any help but that didn't mean he wouldn't step in if he needed to. His father owned a bar that had been passed down from his own father and was the head of a motorcycle gang that was well known in their town for running multiple businesses. It was questionably bordering on a Spanish mob, though the words were never spoken. He grew up in not just a family of five, but a family of many - the crew looked out for each other, always had each others backs, and never took shit. Along with his parents, they helped shape him into the man he is today. They taught him how to fight and knocked him down a peg or two when he got too cocky - teaching him discipline and respect. He knew his father was technically a bad man but he was always there for his family and provided anything they needed, he was someone he aspired to be like. He was most definitely mamma's boy, she taught him to give women the respect they deserved and showed him just how strong women could be. She gave him his very first tattoo - the family symbol at fifteen. He got the bug after that and became his mother's walking art book.
At sixteen his father brought him into the family business - his father was a loan shark and the family bar and other businesses his father owned were a front for money laundering whilst the gang were used to extort 'protection' money from other businesses in the surrounding areas. Dante started from the bottom and gradually worked his way up as he gained more experience. When he wasn't working for his father, he was competing in MMA competitions which came in handy when he began to collect his dad's loan money. He wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty and enjoyed it when they refused to give it back. To many illegal moves saw him banned from mma which pissed him off and just increased his drive for fighting. He turned to underground fighting as a side hustle and earned the nickname 'diablo' in the ring. It was there, at 22 were he fell head over heels in love - which came as a shock since he'd never really cared for relationships. He'd turned up early for a fight one night and there she was, kicking ass in the ring. He was hooked from the moment he tried to speak to her - she blew him off before he could even get a word out. It took months but he eventually won Isabel over and they got together.
Fast forward two years and he was engaged and ready to leave the family business to start a new life with Isabel. She fit in well with the family - coming from a dodgy family herself but she wanted more. She wanted to see more of the world and Dante would follow wherever she went. His father didn't approve and didn't hide his dislike of the idea. He was in the process of shaping his sons into eventually taking over the family business and Dante leaving would throw a spanner in the works. Unbeknownst to Dante, his father tried to pay off Isabel into leaving when he couldn't convince her to stay. At first she refused - as she had just found out that she was pregnant but hadn't told anyone yet. Dante's father then told her how much money her father owed him and promised to wipe it and give her money if she would leave. She unwillingly agreed and took the money and left, leaving her ring and a note for Dante to find.
Dante was crushed, throwing himself into fighting and the business over the next couple of years. 'breaking legs' wasn't just a threat anymore. His rage fuelled his blood thirst for a long time until he recently ended up in jail after almost killing someone in a fight. He lost control of his temper and it took four people to drag him away from punching the guy into a grave. Paramedics had to be called which brought the police sniffing around and he was arrested. Luckily for him, some of the officers were in his father's pockets and he was released after a few nights in a cell. It scared him enough into controlling his anger while fighting but it also made him slightly cocky to the fact that the police couldn't touch him. Wanting the dust to settle, his father sent him to england after his sister to keep an eye on her and scout out potential businesses that could extend their money laundering
PETS
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Dante's Ex-Fiance alexxis lemire - twenty six - job up to rper
So before Dante came to Hickstead, he was born and raised in Valencia where he met his ex at 22 when they were both illegally mma fighting in underground matches. His history here goes into more detail but basically they were head over heels for each other and got engaged after about 2 years together. Dante comes from a very dodgy family and was going to leave the family business with his ex however his father paid her to leave him behind his back. This was about a year and a half ago. She was pregnant when she left so the baby would be about 5/6 months.
About the ex: - grew up in spain ( up to rper where ) but met Dante in Valencia - where he's from - she's no saint and comes from a dodgy family herself and was completely fine with any/all illegal activities dante and his family were up to - she knows how to fight as that's essential to how they met - didn't want to leave dante but her hand was forced - reason for finding him - doesn't want their baby growing up without a dad / possibly get back together - personality along the lines of daring, outspoken, short-tempered, confident, spontaneous, adventurous, caring, etc. - name: Mia, rosa, eva, Francesca, Teresa, valentina, open to more spanish options. Surname - Herrera or Vega, open to more options.
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"how much are you willing to put on that bet?" He shrugged, giving her a smirk. "£100?" He knew she wouldn't go running back to their dad if she still wanted to prove she was doing fine by herself. "One more time and this time you will go over the rail," He snorted and held up his hands in surrender. He wasn't in the mood to swim with the fishes. "Tomorrow, 9pm, hermano." He shot her a smug smile and held out his hand to shake "you're on." It had been too long since he had been in a ring. "I'll take his balls with me for victory - just to remind him of what happens when he fucks with a woman." A sadistic smile crossed his lips at her words and he bumped his hip against hers. "when he fucks with a delgado woman especially."
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