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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"Ew," He smirked and rolled his eyes at her ”don’t be jealous.” She was their dad’s favourite which probably had been a little pressurising growing up, living up to that standard but he wasn’t daddy’s little girl and he’d had to work harder to impress the old man. He still did. His angel moved to a different country and he’d had to follow to make sure she fine. Which obviously she was, she could handle herself, she’d been raised that way. "It's worth checking before you kill someone. Maybe dad threatened her?" He snorted and shrugged his shoulders. ”I wasn’t planning on killing him, if I was, it wouldn’t be in a ring surrounded by people. Well it’s possible. . I did think that at the time, it was weird for her to just take off when we were supposed to leave together.” He hadn’t broached the subject with his father but the thought had crossed his mind many times. The head of the family had been against the idea of him leaving and he did enjoy threatening people. "Warned her off? Or she might have just felt like she needed protection on the off chance. Don't ask me to figure out the inner workings of her barbie brain," He narrowed his eyes and nudged her in the ribs. ”Watch it.” He shook his head and moved past her to start walking back toward the beach. ”She doesn't have a Barbie brain. .but who knows what was going through her head when she left.”
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
"But you have both your eyeballs still in your skull, so clearly not hard enough." He shook his head and shot her a sly grin. ”Only cause mum told him to go easy on her favourite child.” His mother was a tough woman but he’d had her wrapped around his finger as a child and some of that still worked in his favour as an adult. He concentrated on making his hands relax at his sides then looked at his sister through narrowed eyes as she spoke. . "Are you sure she's not? Not being an gilipollas, but to piss you off, or if she felt she needed the protection..." He clenched his fists again, well and truly pissed off that she’d thought that. ”How can you think that! She left me why would she want to piss me off. .and protection from who? We’d never go after her.” He puffed out a breath and turned back to face the railings, placing his hands on them to calm himself down.
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
Dante placed the silver key into the box on the building wall and turned it to the right, watching as the metal security shutter rose all the way to the top, disappearing from view. He’d recently taken ownership of the business and was figuring out how everything worked. He’d spent half his life in the tattoo shop his mother owned so it wasn’t rocket science. His father had tasked him with finding some decent business to add to his collection, preferably ones that money could easily be laundered through.
He opened the door and walked inside, switching on the lights as he headed to the office. He heard the door ring behind him and he glanced back briefly, nodding to his employee as he started setting up the shop for customers. Something he didn’t have to worry about doing. He spent half of the morning going through the paperwork that was left behind and sorting it all out.
Needing a break, he moved back into the front of house and sat at the front desk, looking up when the door opened to reveal a woman who was clearly full of sunshine. Wonderful. “Good morn’! I’m looking for a mister… A mister Dante? I have a consultation with him today!” He refrained from rolling his eyes at the chipper woman, internally reminding himself he needed customers to cook the books and instead gave the woman a charming smile ”Buenos Días. That would be me”
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
"I bet father loved that," He snorted in response and nodded. ”mhmm he loved it so much he made me see stars” He said as he mimicked a slap across the face, rolling his eyes afterwards. The old man didn’t need to punch with a slap that powerful. He was pretty sure he’d tasted blood after the impact but the memory was lost in the string of Spanish bollocking that followed. And what did he say?" His expression darkened as he folded his arms across his chest. ”That he saw her all over one of the morales boy’s and what he’d do if he got his hands on her. .Gilipollas” He grit his teeth and clenched his fists as the anger bubbled up to the surface, wishing he had something to punch. Preferably the guys face again. He shook his head. ”She wouldn’t.” She may have left him but she’d never go near their rivals.
(translation: "bastard" )
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
He frowned at the change of weather, shivering slightly as the wind blew against his damp t-shirt. . "No big deal? Estúpido idiota" He couldn’t help but grin at her response, a typical one from a family member. If he’d mentioned nearly killing someone to anybody else outside of the family, their reaction would have been a little bit different. "I'm assuming his contacts got you back out?" He gave a stiff nod as he recalled the memory of having to spend a night in a cell with other people who’d decided to break the law that night. It had been eventful. He’d managed to break two noses without getting caught before a couple of officers he’d recognised from a few of his fathers ‘business’ meetings sprung him. ”Yeah ol’ padre to the rescue” Not that he wasn’t grateful, he was just pissed off he’d been caught in the first place. "What happened?" He rolled his eyes and looked at her, gritting his teeth slightly as he clenched a fist. ”the guy I was fighting brought up Izzie, el cabrón ”
(translation: "asshole" )
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
"As if you weren't hiding from me?" He grinned when she called bullshit and shrugged. Maybe he been purposely avoiding her but he had kept an eye on her from a distance. He hadn't figured out who or what had caused the bruises on her ribs but he figured it had only happened a few days before he'd gotten to the town. He knew better than to involve himself in her business, she could handle herself, especially after fucking about with him and their brother growing up. "You've been the favourite since before you were sperm, what the fuck happened?" He snorted at the choice of words. He wouldn't go that far. He was pretty sure Gael had been the golden child until Dante had shown more of a blood thirsty side which his father picked up on and egged on. He'd always looked up to his older brother and enjoyed working with him but he was better off with the money laundering side rather than the collecting debts side of the business. He ran a hand through his hair "I nearly killed a guy in a fight and may have got thrown in jail. . no big deal"
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
"Now who's trying to kill who?" He smirked at the words and only hugged her tighter, his smirk changing to a smile when she returned the hug. He released his arms back to his sides when she pulled away and leant back against the railings, certain his sister wouldn't try to kill him again. "So how many weeks have you been here then? One, two? You say three and I'll give you a better shove...And where's tweedle dee hiding?" He shrugged and gave her one of his cocky grins "Just over a week. . surprised you didn't run in to me sooner." He'd spent most of his time securing a place to live and scouting the town and surrounding cities for potential businesses. He had already approached the owner of the tattoo parlour, offering to buy the place with cash and he'd bit his hand off. He rolled his eyes at the mention of their brother. "Taking my place by dad's side while i'm here" So he'd fucked up and Gael had stepped back up to be their father's right hand man.
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
His feet pounded the ground as he sprinted from one end of the pier to the other to work on his stamina, taking a thirty second break every time he reached an end. Dante glanced at his watch as the seconds counted down until his last one. As soon as the timer hit zero, he felt his muscles tense in anticipation as he leant forward, using his back foot to push off the floor, propelling himself forward as he ran along the edge of the pier, gaining speed with every strike of his feet. Reaching the end, he leant against the railings once again, facing the water as he inhaled deeply to catch is breath. He pulled down his headphones to sit around his neck then turned around to start the walk back to his newly acquired apartment. A sudden flash of black hair rushing towards him caught him by surprise, narrowing his eyes when arms wrapped around his waist in an attempt to push him over the railings. "Qué cojones!"
He planted his heels into the ground, reaching a hand behind him to grip onto the metal in order to secure himself firmly to the floor below. He raised his other hand to Zira's face, pushing his palm against it until she backed off. He knew she'd be pissed to see him but he didn't think she'd try to yeet him off the damn pier. Dante had done a pretty good job of lying low whilst he'd been in town, careful to avoid his sister until he was ready to spring his appearance on her. That was out of the window now. When his sister had released her grip on his waist, he reached his arms forward to snake around her, pulling her into a bear hug - tightening his arms slightly, make it uncomfortable to return the favour. "Missed you too sis"
( translation: "what the fuck!")
26 - smart ass - blood thirsty - impulsive - single
Dante's black trainers struck the wooden planks of the pier as he jogged up the stairs from the pebbled beach below. He'd only been in town for a little over a week and had been using his feet to explore while he waited for his bikes to be shipped over. He'd made it to the beach during yesterday's run but the weather had been shite and he didn't quite make it to the pier so he was back again while it was a rare sunny morning. Compared to the beaches back home, pebbled beaches just didn't cut it. Running on sand was much easier although the instability of the pebbles wouldn't hurt his balance. Besides the beaches, another thing that made him that little bit more home sick was the weather. He missed the sun on his bones every day. As he reached the end of the pier, he leant against the railings and looked out at the water, almost tempted to dive in but he wasn't a fan of frost bite. Rolling his eyes, he turned away from the railings to begin his set of sprints along the length of the pier.
full name • dante gabriel delgado nicknames • delgado, junior, diablo age • 26 birthday • november 5th occupation • works for his father, mma fighter gender • male sexuality • straight
the appearance
face claim• christian prosperini
identifying features• he's covered in tattoos
the personality
likes • arguing, fighting, cupcakes, mma, keeping fit, getting tattoos, dogs, tequila, motorbikes, fast cars, gambling, dislikes • waking up early, police, chick flicks, smoking strengths • brilliant fighter, mma, coercion weaknesses • his family dreams • taking over the family business fears • any of his family dying overall personality • overprotective, blood thirsty, hot headed, loyal, ruthless, selfish, confident, mamma's boy, abrupt, observant, impulsive, aggressive, outspoken, smart ass, assertive, callous, competitive, respectful, sadistic, disciplined, arrogant
the history
father • Manuel Joaquín Delgado - 52 - Musician (band member) / bar owner mother • Daniela Amalia Delgado - 48 - Tattoo artist / bar manager siblings • Zahira Miran Delgado - 23 - Bounty Hunter Gael Mateo Delgado - 28 - works at the family bar important people • isabel herrera - ex fiance & sofia hererra - daughter (unknown) hometown • valencia overall history •
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.