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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Brad wasn’t particulary interested in a date night, but he knew he couldn’t avoid Steph. Grief was a wretched beast and it had only been a month or so since the passing of dad. Life felt like it was stuck in molasses. If work wasn’t hybrid, who knows what he be up to right now. Probably put on more weight, or lost it – since taking care of himself was the last on his mind. His mom was taking it extremely hard, which wasn’t unexpected. Losing your life partner was a horrid thing to anyone.
He showered after work and dressed as nicely as he could. Steph at least gave him a reason to look nice and go out, which always made things better. He met her in the lobby and graciously accepted her hug, before giving her a tender kiss on the head.
“Hi,” he smiled, taking her in. “Hmmm you are correct on that,” Brad chuckled. “I guess I should’ve done a bit more research before I showed up….I’m always down for an action or comedy. Maybe The Best Christmas Pageant? Could use some early holiday fun!”
The site of death lingered around the Matthew house. Brad didn’t know if it was the grief, or it was the reality that made the air feel stale. Almost hard to breath in without the feeling of dryness or the need to choke. He passed, peacefully, thank God. The bloke put up a good fight until the very end. Brad was sad that his father died, but thankfully his mother with there for his last few breaths. She broke the news when Brad and Tiff came in the early morning for prework breakfast and coffee. Safe to say that no one went to work that day.
Their father insisted his body be donated for science, which their mother had a hard time dealing with. Maybe it was the tradition of having an urn or a casket being lowered. If it hadn’t been in the will, Brad knew his mother would probably ignore his last wish. In the end, the family planted his favorite tree, an Elderberry on the property over his favorite bench.
After the service, everyone gathered at the main house. Food was laid out, with dad’s favorite meals and drinks. As well as plenty of alcohol and other family friendly things. Brad watched as his sister slipped away, wishing he had the chance as well. He gave her a minute before grabbing two plates of food and using the extra key to get into her personal space.
“I’m not making you go,” he said, holding up the two plates he had made a mountain that balanced with ribs, corn casserole, sweet potatoes, and dinner rolls. “I unfortunately couldn’t bring the rum and cokes.” Brad placed the plates down on her table before taking a seat. “I wasn’t expecting as many people to show up,” he admitted.
[attr="class","brad-text"]He shook his head. “No, I’m not waiting for someone, so feel free to take up some space. Might keep the creeps away,” he teased. But he sensed that Steph was as tired as he was. He didn’t know if it was emotional or physical. Either way, he was sure he would find out soon enough.
“I got the adult children’s meal. But what can I get you? You look like you need a stiff drink and a full belly.” Maybe they were in a similar boat of having to fill the void. Brad didn’t know how much Steph needed to vent, or if she would want to listen to his problems. But he opted to at least get something in front of her before prying. Or maybe she would offer the information herself.
[attr="class","brad-text"]Brad looked at the cocktail in front of him. Even though it had been a few months since his breaking up with Tempe, he was still a bit in the dumps about it. He didn’t know why, and maybe it was because it felt like he had something – but his ego got in the way. Brad had dated a few people here and there since, but it always ended up in a pile of shit. It was very rare that it was the ladies’ problem, but Brad just did not fully know what he wanted.
The large cube of ice crackling in his baller glass brought him out of the mind loop he was in. Soft jazz of the lounge played in the background, as Brad took another sip of his drink. His eyes looked over the menu again, wondering if he wanted to be an adult or a child. There was nothing wrong with chicken fingers and fries, right? Eh, he wasn’t here to impress anyone.
Brad waved down a server and out in an order of the fried chicken finger and fry basket, along with a side of coleslaw. It felt a bit off, eating it at the lounge, but it was there for the people who couldn’t handle the other dishes. At least Brad knew where the chicken was coming from, at least.
Fingers drummed on the bar top, as he began staring in the distance. But another sound broke him out again. He looked over to see a familiar face. “Oh, hey,” he smiled.
full name • Bradley Oscar Matthew nicknames • Bomber, Brad age • 33 birthday • July 4, 1989 occupation • Aviation Mechanic, former Naval Pilot gender • male (he/him) sexuality • bi-sexual
the appearance
face claim• Miles Teller
identifying features• sports a mustache sometimes, has a somewhat large nose
the personality
likes • aviation, taking things apart, engineering, being near water , fly fishing, Hawai'ian shirts dislikes • milk chocolate, hot coco made with water, sugar free items (allergic to aspartame), asparagus strengths • aviation mechanics, strong swimmer, good listener weaknesses • getting enough sleep, slight coffee addiction dreams • his dad to pass peacefully in case he doesn't get better fears • superstitions (esp the Bermuda triangle and broken mirrors) overall personality • Bradley is a stay on the path kind of guy. He doesn't stray too far unless it's necessary, as he finds comfort in knowing what's ahead. It's part of the fact he can't control his father's cancer, and he needs more structure in his life outside of his father's sickness.
This doesn't mean Bradley doesn't let loose sometimes. When he's in the mood to party, he'll have a few drinks and enjoy himself. But when he's in a very serious mood and concentrated - Brad can get a bit snippy. He doesn't like being disturbed when working on a hard project or his fly fishing lures.
the history
father • Peter, 65, retired - battling prostate cancer mother • Angela, 64, retired siblings • Tiffany, sister, 29 - nurse important people • STEPHANIE REBECCA KING hometown • Orlando, FL overall history • Bradley was born in Orlando, to Peter and Angela – both Naval officers. Peter was a pilot and Angela was a nurse. Growing up, the Navy was all Brad knew. While his parents didn’t force their children to get into the service, it was an option. Wanting to follow his father’s steps – Bradley joined when was of age. His sister, Tiffany – became a nurse, but didn’t join the service.
Ten years into Brad’s service, Peter was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer – which was caught early enough to begin treatment. Unfortunately, cancer spread faster – despite early treatment. Not wanting to leave his family through such times and wanting to be by his father’s side when the time was near – Brad was honorably discharged after twelve years of service.
Wanting to retire in peace, Peter moved the family to his great grandmother’s village. He already had dual citizenship – allowing some better medical care in the UK without any issues.
Bradley moved into his parent’s guest house to be closer. His sister, Tiffany also moved – wanting to be close and to provide care if needed.
Brad found work at the Hickstead Airport to help support him and his parents. He thankfully had his friend, Stephanie in the area as well – who has become his steady rock when needed. Bradley has slowly been trying to adjust to Hickstead, even though it had been a few years. He misses the bustle of the city – but does his best to get out and about when he can.
the role player
alias • aofie age • natural gas other characters • some rainbow sprinkles that fell off your ice cream
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