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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Clayton scrunched up his nose, "Not me personally a lot of the time, I'm usually dressed in a funny green suit so that their actors and poster boys can be green-screened into place. But you might've seen me as and extra in the movie War Horse... its brief though, so I wouldn't waste the time looking."
He laughed and scratched the back of his neck.
"That's impressive, do you take lessons or do you teach yourself?" Kayleigh's eyes glanced upwards to the rider, giving him a smile. "The birds and big dogs aren't a little scary?"
"I took lessons mostly from professionals, but I am also stupid enough to do things solo. Lots of trial and error, lots of hospital trips. Now I'm the one giving lessons," he chuckled and shook his head, "No, at least, I don't believe them to be. There is a certain level of majesty in large birds of prey, and the dogs are worth it in my eyes. They all do so well."
"I do live under a rock though, so if I don't recognize you I do apologize. I keep myself quite busy away from catching up from the latest Hollywood trends."
He waved a hand dismissing the apology, "I'm no Hollywood A-lister, and besides, I like being on the lesser known side of things - keeps the crazies at a respectable distance."
“Yes they are yours and sorry to hear that you have a lot going on in your life.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you Clayton.”
Clayton inclined his head in acknowledgement, contemplating why she was even in front of him. It was odd, at least, to him, to have total strangers beginning to question him. Perhaps that was just the sheer amount of time he spent around animals rather than being an overly social person, but was it meant to be like this? He shrugged either way, letting it go.
"What are you sorry for? Not your doing."
He never understood the needless apologies people gave.
“So if you’re a recent move to how long have you been here for?”
At that he raised a brow, "Almost two months. I've been fighting to get my stuff moved from one place to the next. Who knows how long I am going to be in the area."
"That's interesting! Have you been in any movies? or are the stunts more for social media publicity?"
He looked up and cracked a smile, "All of the above. There's nothing I won't do to be fair."
"Both, actually. I own the tack store in town and I take show jumping lessons with my horse, Boss. I tend to ride at odd times of the day, depending on when the store is short staffed."
He got Jax lunging in loose, easy trot around him, warming him up.
"May I ask why you chose vaulting? It's definitely a discipline that isn't too popular around here."
"I'm coming to discover that the longer I stick around," he mused, "I went for it because of the rush. The thrill brings me back for more, but its also a love for the closeness and trust you have to have with the animal. And that's not just with a horse either, it goes for the other animals I'm known to handle - large birds of prey and many dogs."
“You seem to either be unfriendly or a lot on your mind but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’m Ember just moved here and you are?”
Clayton's eyes opened and immediately fixed themselves upon the speaker. He wasn't aware he'd put out a neon sign for someone to join him. He folded his arms.
He shrugged, raising a brow, "My problems are my own, are they not? I have more than enough going on in my life," he tilted his head slightly, his expression unchanging, "Clayton. Clayton Breckah. I'm also a fairly recent move in."
His phone buzzed again and he fished it out, his near neutral expression changing to a frown as he read over the name. His father, again. Without thinking too much on it, he turned it off completely. The old man didn't know when to quit. He had nothing to say to the old codger, nor was he willing to sit and take the abuse he was likely to be served.
Clay's mind was full of so many different things - appointments, physio therapy, work coming up, training he needed to complete, the bills that were coming in. He moved into the coffee shop without thinking too much about it, trying to give himself some piece of mind by taking a much needed coffee break. It got him away from his computer and the endless pile of forms that sat on his desk.
He walked into the coffee shop before he realized that it was not his usual before shrugging mentally. Oh well. Might as well try a new shop and a new brew since he was here. Walking up to the counter, he made his order before stepping aside. His phone pinged in his back pocket. He took a deep breath before grabbing it and looking at the screen. Of course it was the old man. Of course the arsehole wanted him to come him to help him out with things.
Shaking his head, he stuffed the device back into his pocket. He wasn't in the mood to deal with his father, or his siblings in general. They were all so super obsessed with pleasing the grumpy old bastard, why didn't he get them to do stuff for him?
His name was called out and he went up to get his cup before sitting himself in a chair with a low grunt. They weren't the most comfortable chairs, but he'd live. Sipping on the hot beverage, he shut his eyes, content to let the world melt away in the soft hum of the shop.
Clayton was ecstatic to get back to work with Jax, and it seemed that the gelding was just as eager to go back to work as they jogged out to the outdoor arena. It was just too nice a day to spend it inside. Between his excitement and Jax's high energy, it was just too infectious not to be happy and bouncy.
Going through the arena gate and closing it behind them, Clayton made sure that there wasn't anyone else sharing the space with him before he let the gelding off his lead, hyping him up as he shooed him off for a moment, letting him get the lay of the arena. Setting the lunging gear on the fence, he began taking off his shoes so that he could feel the ground under his own feet. It was standard to wear some form of protection to allow him to have some grip, but he was feeling more daring that normal. Maybe it was the lack of action of late.
Either way, he stretched out against the fence, warming up and shaking out his arms as he went into the arena center whistling to gain Jax's attention as he filtered through his phone for a moment for some music, landing on Legacy and turned up the volume. It was enough to make Jax focus in on him and Clayton laughed.
"You know this work out song hey buddy," he laughed, "Well, come on, let's put on a good show yeah?"
He didn't care if he looked like a fool talking to his horse like he understood what he was saying. He felt there was some connection and understanding behind those deep brown eyes. Jax snorted and jigged a little bit in place.
"That's it!"
Clayton began bouncing side to side, one leg to the next, and within a few moments Jax was keeping time with him. A good little warm up trick.
full name • Clayton Maddox Breckah nicknames • Clay, Maddz age • Twenty-Seven birthday • April 25th occupation • Professional Stuntman / Vaulter gender • Male sexuality • Questioning
the appearance
face claim• Clayton Straker
identifying features• Thick brows, dark eyes
the personality
likes • Mounted Archery, Falconry, Archery in General, Adrenaline Rushes, Heavy Metal, Animals, Parkour/Free Running, Playing Drums and Electric Guitar, Boxing, Acting/Stunt-Replacement, Dancing, Vaulting, Gymnastics dislikes • His Grandfather and Father, Clingy People, Close Minded/Judgemental People, Shitty Coffee, Conflict, Not Doing Something strengths • Great Teacher, Encouraging, Helpful weaknesses • Socially Dumb, No Sense of Personal Space, Extremely Allergic to Shellfish dreams • To Be More than his family expects fears • Failing to break the family cycle, and becoming like his Father overall personality • Clayton is that guy who will do everything he can to help others and open their eyes to new and wonderful things. He's energetic, out-going, lives life to the fullest and never seems to stop. He is a very open individual, and not the slightest bit judgemental. He's out-spoken, honest, a giant softie who loves everyone and is far too forgiving. Ambitious and hard working, however he is socially dumb and can be a little awkward at times.
the history
father • Rhyne Gabriel Breckah, 44, Professional Boxer mother • Aislinn Maren Breckah, 43, Primary School Teacher siblings • Cleo 23, Darcy 22, Reagan 20, George 19 important people • Macgregor Breckah + all the Breckah Clan hometown • Dublin, Ireland overall history • Clay was the first born to Rhyne, and as such much was expected of him from the outset. His father was not always present in his life in the beginning, so he had a close relationship with his mother. She understood him the best, even when his younger siblings came into the picture. She was a good doting mother and did her very best to promote the best out of him. When his sisters started to do dancing and gymnastics, he joined in, seeing no harm through young eyes to be just as active. He loved every minute of it, even joining in school dance groups, though his father was quick to try and shake his enjoyment out from under him and encourage him to box like he did. Wanting to be approved of, he did as his father asked and found boxing enjoyable, but not his first preference.
Throughout school he partook in all sports and was something a natural talent, taking to each new thing without too much effort. Soccer, rugby, baseball, basketball, tennis - it didn't matter, he enjoyed being active. But his true hand came in the form of Archery. It was an instant connection for him, a sport he could never leave alone. He even took up horse riding around the same time as his younger sisters. As he got older, his parents realised that he was an adrenaline junky - going out and doing things that would give him that rush. His grades were good and come high school he was doing really well with good grades. He found his interest in music through school and continued it through out his life.
He discovered his interests over time, pushing his physical limits. Of course it wasn't without its share of accidents - tearing muscles, breaking bones, even dislocating his shoulders. All the same, he recovered with time and plenty of therapy, only for him to go looking for something more. Into college, he decided to study to enter the roll of a stuntman, and even began his career in vaulting at the same time. His was was chaos, constantly moving, but when he told his parents what he was planning on for a career his father showed his true colours. Annoyed at the idea of his son becoming some lowly stuntman saw Rhyne fly into a rage, even going as far as to call his Grandfather who likewise tried to knock Clayton's ideas into the dirt, spewing out the ideals of the family and all these other stupid reasons to obey. How he was disgracing the proud name of Maddox, how he was not honorable, how he was not carrying on the family legacy. It was then that Clayton knew he couldn't be like them, he was far too different, and the way his father and grandfather spoke ill of his Aunt Elaene and Uncle Shaun left a sour taste in his mouth.
He loved his cousins, all of them, even the ones he hadn't met since Shaun had left for England. They were all so very important to him that he knew he had to break out of that circle. At nineteen he moved out of home under the pretense of some kind of talent scouting, but in reality he was getting ready to leave and take his passions elsewhere. It pained him to have to give up his horses, unable to afford bringing them to England, nor his Kestrels that he'd been bonding with. Rehoming them was difficult but he asked his Falconry mentor to take them on and was assured that they would be well looked after.
Continuing his studies, he got his first breaks as a stuntman in England and was able to slip away unnoticed by his family at age twenty-one. When his father finally caught on that he was out of the country, Clay couldn't handle lying anymore and confessed that he couldn't do what Rhyne wanted. Naturally harsh words where thrown at him, but Clay simply blocked his father's number and continued what he was doing.
Clay put in a lot of hard work, building up his bond within the film industry - putting himself up as ready to tackle anything. He found himself a young Friesian gelding and began working with him, getting settled into Mounted Archery - to which he has competed a few times for fun. Between working on film sets for TV shows and the odd extra in movies, Clay has started getting bigger jobs and hopes that he will make it into an actual movie one day, but he's sure that day will come eventually. Now age twenty seven, he's just gotten into Hickstead with the hopes that he might be able to settle in and find a part time job to help when his career is going slow, and has started looking into rejoining Falconry again.
the role player
alias • Blackjac, Jac age • Mid 20s other characters • Too many...