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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She had never seen anybody freeze so still. The stranger stopped so abruptly that she thought he might have had a heart attack had he not remained standing up and managed peer from underneath his horse's neck. Wait a second -she knew him! It was Dominik Underwood. Yes, she was a creeper and remembered the names of the riders she saw at the show arenas - especially the ones who got the best of her once or twice - not that they would remember given how little they talked. The young man failed to recognize her, and while it wasn't surprising, Wynnie still couldn't help but to feel a little butt hurt over it. Wasn't she a good enough rider now that people should be remembering how she slayed? Maybe not, since she had yet to own a horse of her own, and relied on the University and it's team to keep her dreams afloat for now.
"Uhmmm....I'm kinda glad it's over," he muttered to her now, scratching his head while he stared at her like she was some sort of weird enigma. Hazel eyes stared back at Dominik as the young woman became convinced that he himself was the enigma, "Why?" she asked. It might be a stupid question though since she heard the stories. Equestrians would make great second rate private eyes since they almost always seemed to pull up exact background details on people they might be competing against or just the person with the flashy horse whom they envied. It had something to do wit his leg most likely, but Wynnie kept her mouth shut. Dominik appeared nothing short of shy, especially when he decided to proceed to ignore her and mount up on his horse.
Hah! Like he could escape her by being shy, "I don't know if you know me, but I'm Wynnie. I ride for Hicksead University." She was probably giving herself too much credit, but hey, might as well live up to the American standard and stereotype, "You're Dominick Underwood, right? That's Cash? I've heard you two are on track for greatness. I think I even heard murmurs of 'olympic rider' many years from now."
Wynnie had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't been paying attention to the subtle sounds of commotion entering the board walk. They were just far off enough that it didn't register in her brain, they were just far off enough that she thought it would be a good idea to get up and take another stroll around because sitting too long - even with her prized hot chocolate - still caused the cold to start to get to her. Pushing herself up, her colorful combat boots alerted everyone to her presence as the young woman strolled on, hot chocolate in hand. And then, the unthinkable happened, the quick sound of thudding steps, the curl of finder around her arm, and then a shove off in a direction.
She had thought that she had known what it was like to see her life flash before her eyes due to the nurmours times that a horse has decided to dump her over a leaf or something else that was stupid. But nothing came close to watching that recycled paper cup of hot chocolate fall slow motion from her hands. Hazel eyes watched in horror it hit the boards, and with one bounce, the lid popped off, and the contents spilled everywhere. It took everything in Wynnie's power to not drop to her knees and scream bloody murder at the sky for this atrocity. So much for nothing ruining her night, she should have knocked on some fucking wood when that thought had entered her mind. Behind her, the young woman could hear some gleeful laughter that was just enough to make her blood boil.
The young woman whipped her head so fast in the direction of which it came, it was shocking that she had not given herself whiplash. Hazel eyes fell on a young man, who she probably only had a year or two on in age, lying on the ground with his head to the sky who had just let out of a laugh like he was having the time of his fucking life. Even weirder, he was only in a t-shirt which she couldn't understand for the life of her. Wynnie marched on over to him now, making her footsteps as menacingly sounding as she could before leaning just slightly over him, enough to earn him the biggest death glare in the world, "What the hell man? You owe me a hot chocolate for that. What the heck where you doing running around like that? The cops after you or something?" Okay, that last part she was being over dramatic, but it was hard to not be. RIP hot chocolate.
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TWENTY ONE . STUDENT . UNIVERSITY TEAM RIDER . CRUSHING ON GRIFFIN SKY KELLER
Every once in a while, Wynter 'Wynnie' Moriarty needed a break from her three favorite places: the barn, school, and the gym. Yes, a crazy idea, but she always felt her life was go-go-go and once in a while, she just needed a place to reset herself and crash, or at least, get away from all of the things that made her life chaotic and fun and just settle down. Which is why she found herself on the beach one very chilly afternoon, hunting down sea shells. Wynnie tried to ignore the fact of how cliché and stupid it seemed as she carried her shoes in one hand, walking barefoot in the sand and stopping every once in a while to bend down and inspect a small shell in the sand. By no means, did she expect she going to find any sort of revolutionary shell, but it was still something to pass the time until it got dark, which unfortunately, seemed to be coming upon her now.
The young woman stopped, glancing towards the ocean and the setting sun. There was a distinct chill that would be coming with the roll of the evening, and yet Wynnie found herself not ready to go back to campus just quite yet. It's not as if she could sit on the beach in the cold dark though. Hazel eyes looked to the Pier now, with its flashy lights and snack stands and cute restaurants. Given the chilly air, she doubt it would be too crowded tonight, and maybe she could find herself something delicious to eat, that would be a nice change compared to the typical school dinner that she had to settle for. With no horse of her own yet, the young woman figured she could spare some of her future equine funds towards something hopefully fried and a nice piping hot mug of chocolate. So she abandoned her shells in the sand, and headed back towards the Pier, as fast as her short frame could carry her.
Once at the bottom of the Pier, she quickly wiped off her feet to free herself of sand before putting her shoes back on. The Pier greeted her with jolly music and bright lights and delectable smells. Already, she could feel everything just warm her body, the night was young and she was in a place where nothing mattered to her and nobody cared about her. Walking along the board walk, hazel eyes took everything in and decided to spoil herself first with a peppermint hot chocolate, and she didn't even care that it wasn't Christmas yet. Sitting down on a bench, she held that paper cup in her hands to warm her up while the peppermint wafted to her nose. A soft sigh escaped her, "Now, this is the life." She muttered now, lifting the drink to her lips and it felt like everything around her just melted away. Nothing was going to ruin this moment. Nothing.
So it was done, the autumn show season was over. Hazel eyes stared over the arenas as she sat on the fencing, gazing out as if the place was her domain. As Wynter Moriarty processed her feelings on this revelations, she could not help but to feel sad. Mainly because sometimes, riding felt like it was her life. But she knew school was important too, and now that she had moved in with Harley, everything seemed to be going better. Still, the end of the season felt bitter sweet, simply because of all of the sweat and dirt that went into it, working with the school horses, and individually showing outside of the team, it had been a learning experience. After all, the young woman knew that she could not rely on the team forever, she had to start forging her own path and her own riding videos if she were to start apprenticing under a top rate horseman or horsewoman.
The other thing that felt nice, as she sat perched on the fence, was how quiet it was at the show ring. There was no chaos, no trucks or trailers, no panicked people or horses. There was nothing but her and the arena, and perhaps the people who were cleaning up in the administrative office. Maybe one or two other people like her thinking that they were at their own kingdom at the end of the season. Wynter couldn't help but to notice that even at dusk, she could still catch figures peeping out at the window at her, no doubt wondering why she was even there and they probably had no desires to leave before she did. Sighing, Wynter figured that might be her sign before they came out here to shoo her away or decide that maybe they needed to call the police on her because she overstayed her welcome. Hopping down now, Wynter cast one more look over the arenas, "Next Spring, I will be back here," she vowed. The young woman had started to head on her way out when she caught sight of someone, "And here I thought I was the only werido mourning the end of the show season," she joked now. She didn't know his name, but Wynter was positive she had seen him at the shows before.
full name • Wynter Alina Moriarty nicknames • Wynnie age • Twenty birthday • August 15 occupation • Being Stretched Thin - University Equestrian Team member, Part Time Receptionist at The Gym, Volunteer at Sparks Kennels gender • Female sexuality • Hetero
the appearance
face claim• Florence Pugh
identifying features• Wynter is a short girl, standing at 5 foot 3 inches, but she often jokes its what helps her get fast times when competing with the Equestrian Team. She is also a little on the broader side, but fit with lean muscle. She keeps her hair dyed light blonde but stylistically always loves to keep her dark roots showing. Her trade mark tends to be her dark eyebrows which she hardly touches to keep them thick. Wynter's eyes are a mixture of dark amber and green, she tends to classify them as hazel. She has THIS tattoo on her thigh.
the personality
likes • Riding, Helping People, The Beach, Weight Lifting Days, Hex Bars, Hiking, Dogs, Horses, Eating Out, Turkey Sandwiches, Personal Bests dislikes • Being Challenged, Fighting with her Friends, Cardio Days, The Treadmill, Gossip Mongering, Elitists, Not getting a chance to eat a snack, People who treat animals poorly or who only see them as things strengths • Extrovert, Handling Animals, Natural Rider, Caring, Making a mean sandwich weaknesses • Competitive, Problem Fixer, Oblivious, Stubborn dreams • Making an Olympic Riding Team fears • Bad Falls, Causing something that could injure a horse overall personality • Wynter is the sort of girl you see every where. When she's not training at the university barn with her team mates, or at class, you can see her at the gym, either doing more training or sitting behind the reception desk. And then if she's not at any of those places, she's playing with or walking shelter dogs or reading to the scardy cats to get them used to humans. She is just everywhere, relaxing is only for the beach. Wynter tends to think that she is great at making friends. She's bold, protective, and kind. Many would classify her as fiercely loyal to her friends and willing to back them up for anything. Unfortunately, Wynter caring too much can also be her down fall. She always wants to solve people's problems, a fixer you would say, and it doesn't always end well and can lead to misunderstandings or fights. In addition, she's also quick to jump to conclusions which can also get her into trouble. To people who don't care for her, Wynter tends to come off as loud, brash, and hot headed, which doesn't always lead to the best first, second, or even third impressions.
the history
father • Lt. Col. Owen Moriarty, 50, US Marines mother • Maggie Steel-Moriarty, 45, Barn Manager in America siblings • ---Moriarty, 17, Sister important people • Layla and Charlie Steel, Grandparents in England; Wendy and Cameron Moriarty; Grandparents in America hometown • London, England (born); San Diego, California & Middleburg, Virginia (Raised) overall history • Wynter's parents met in England, when her father, a marine, was stationed to the United States Embassy in London, England, and her mother a native. They met at a pub, and sparks flew from there. They were both head over heels for each other, and while that lead to accidental baby they named Wynter (based off of her mother's love for the season), it only made their love stronger. When Owen's three years were coming to an end in England, they decided to get married, and Maggie followed her husband back to the United States. For Maggie, the United States was very different as they first ended up in California, with its sunny and warm weather year round and no family to help her raise Wynter or her other daughter. However, she found a great community of military wives.
As Wynter grew, she grew feisty and independent, never afraid of anything and always wanted to try new things. She took well to California living. Always wanting to be at the beach and hang out with her friends at the board walk. To keep grounded, Maggie would make Wynter volunteer at community events for the military families or at a local animal shelter. Unfortunately, both Wynter and her sister also thought that they would be living in California forever. That would not be the case when Owen decided to take a position at the Marine War College, based in Quantico, Virginia which ended up moving them across the United States to the East Coast. While her parents enjoy themselves, Wynter had a harder time adjusting and her sister flat out rebelled.
One day, when Wynter was out walking down one of the roads, she stumbled upon a riding stables and some of their horses out in the pasture. Figuring it was something new to do, Wynter signed up seeing as her mother used to love horse back riding in England. It turns out that Wynter may have inherited her mother's riding skills since it turned out she was a natural. Soon, it became her way of life when she was a tween and teenager. The barn, while small, was full of characters, both equine and human. Wynter made many friends and some rivalries as well. Her mother also began to help out with managing the small barn. Wynter's sister, while she didn't have any love for horses, managed to befriend some of the younger girls and boys at the stables and found them fun to hang out with.
As she grew older, Wynter became obsessed with trying to make the Under Eighteen US Equestrian Team. It unfortunately brought out the worse in her competitiveness and got in the way of some of her friendships. While she did not make it her first two years. And her final year, she got cut from the team much to her dismay after some poor choices. Wynter got a little heated and angry over this, swearing off competitive riding and the US team. She took a year to rediscovery herself outside of horses and the stables, taking up love for the gym and going back to volunteering at shelters. However, she always found horses and riding calling her. Wynter decided to give riding another shot, and went back to it for fun and no compeitions, which did her some good. When she applied to Universities, Wytner was thrilled to end up at Seven Oaks University both because she could go back to a place she never knew and for their elite Equestrian Team. Wynter has been there since for the past two years, making a name for herself and loving life.
the role player
alias • Forever; Ever age • old other characters • Ronan Slade & Molly Mac'Intosh
