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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Stephen didn't know why but he was almost annoyed that his younger brother seemed completely unperturbed by the fact that he had just walked into the kitchen with a bat to beat the crap out of someone, "What were you going to do with that?” Nash wondered lazily, nodding at the bat, "Whack the gremlins with it?” Green eyes narrowed at his second youngest baby brother, 'Little shit,' he thought to himself, allowing the bat to drop now and relax by his side, "I was actually," Stephen replied now, hardly missing a beat, "Is this why you don't eat with us now? Prefer to eat at midnight?" Truth be told, the young man wouldn't be surprised if his brother informed him that he didn't want to sit at the table with their motley crew.
It was strange how different dinner had came to be, and Stephen had only just walked back into it. But there was no Mom, no Derek, and, well, their Dad and Jace were a hit or miss on whether they decided to attend, nad if they did, well, it was 50/50 on behavior with Stephen, Linc, and Creven all just sitting there awkwardly deciding on what to do. Maybe Nash Breckah really was the smartest one out of them all - deciding that dinner time was when everyone else was dead asleep to the world.
It wasn't long before a faint grumble under his brother's breath confirmed as such. He wanted to eat alone, although Stephen was figuring that had to be something new. A post dead mother thing. Granted, Stephen had been gone for two years while at Oxford, and he had never bothered to come home, deciding to stay in London and do his own thing - barista through the summer before returning to school. Living that starving journalism student life. His thoughts were interrupted by Nash's outburst though: "I don’t need you to defend me!" Stephen arched an eyebrow at that one, and his look must have said it all as Nash hastily added on, "We can just blame the gremlins? I bet gremlins are nicer than the rest of the lot that lives here.”
Green eyes stared at him now, "I mean, I have always wanted a mogwai." The young man made his way over to the kitchen island now, sliding into a seat next to Nash and discarding the bat against it, "Yeah, we can blame the gremlins." He confirmed. Stephen thought for a moment before continuing on, "What do you mean that gremlins are nicer than the lot that lives here? You can't possibly mean all of us." Knowing Nash and how dramatic he could be - theater kid after all, and people say Stephen was the 'artsy' one - he was probably referring to everyone in this house, but Stephen found it rather ridiculous to lump Crev and Linc into that grouping. Still, he knew he had to hear Nash's reasoning, he was the older brother after all, what good did it to be to an older brother and just ignore his younger brother's feelings without getting to the bottom of it?
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Stephen woke with a start and an angry back when he realized that he had somehow managed to doze off in his desk chair. Green eyes blinked rapidly, trying to wake himself up before glancing at his phone, the blue light almost making him wanting to hiss and retreat. His gaze began to focus as he read the time, "Midnight?" he asked himself stupidly. Fuck waking up then, he better just shrug off his jacket and crash into bed. At least he had managed to change into longue wear before dosing off while reading. Coming home was really making him feel utterly old at the age of twenty - probably because Stephen felt like his family exhausted him more than hanging out with people at Oxford. There was never a break when it came to the Breckahs.
People say blood is thicker than water, and that may be the case when it came to family, but there was a lot on that plate. Between their mother dying, Mav's horse accident, and then their dad going off the deep end, and now with Jace acting out, it felt like there was a never an end to the drama unlike their finances - which was another story all together. But now Stephen had a plan to take the money issue at least, and while their father still drank, it almost seemed like he was willing to go back to the boxing gym now to coach. Or maybe that was wishful thinking. He got up now, and was about to flop on his bed when a sound caught his attention. The young man paused now, craning his head just slightly, listening.
Someone was in the house. Logically, it was probably one of his brothers. Illogically, it was some dumbass who broke into the house. Bristling at the thought, Stephen grabbed a bat by his door, a relic of the past, and quietly creeped down the stairs to the main floor. He gave pause at the bottom, listening again for the sounds. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. Immediately, Stephen's mind wandered to Gremlins and how you weren't suppose to feed Mogwai after midnight. Fuck. What if it was gremlins? He shook his head, clearly the grogginess was still affecting him. Tightening his hands on the bat, the young man raised it now and bolted into the kitchen ready to defend the house and the food.
And then he came face to face with none other than his fifteen year old brother, Nash, who was already mouthing off without a clue in the world with who was behind him, "Whoever it is, yes I've finished all the milk and no, I really don’t care if anyone needs it for breakfast tomorrow morning." Stephen stared at him for a moment before stupidly saying, "You're not a gremlin," below lowering his bat, sighing. Shit, he really did get himself riled up. Guess a lack of sleep really does have an affect on the mind. More importantly though, "So, you skip out on dinner so that you can have a bowl of cereal at midnight? Geez, I sense the brotherly love. If anyone brings up the mysterious lack of milk in six hours, I'm not defending you."
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Was it just him or did his dad seem a little slow on he uptake that Jace had knocked him out cold and they should probably go to the Emergency Room. Stephen waited as his father slowly but surely acknowledged that just maybe, one of the middle Breckah kids, managed to wipe the floor with their old man followed up by the guess that the gash on his noggin was something three or four inches. The young man nearly grimace, "While I can confirm that, the gash isn't exactly what I am worried about." No, Stephen was more worried about a concussion. The sort of thing that old man athletes like his dad didn't believe in but were a legit cause for concern. Plus, if his dad still wanted to mope around, this would just make that desire grow by tenfold.
And then came the other comment, "No. Let the mangy bastard get hit by a car at this point." A frown sat on Stephen's lips, trying to think of something to defend his brother with. But truth was, it was hard to find a justifiable defense for something like this, and this wasn't the time to go about questioning how his dad decided to handle the situation with Jace either, "I'm sure you don't really mean that." Was all he offered now as response, good ole Stephen back to being the family referee for the older crowd. Granted, Nash had been getting awfully feisty lately as well, so no doubt he'd be dealing with snippy comments from the younger crowd as well. He would make a mental note to text Derek later about this, while he hated to annoy his older brother with these family dynamics, Stephen still valued his opinion.
Green eyes watched his father's unsteady movements and he actually took a few steps towards him to help before naturally, Shaun was waving him off like it was nothing and barking orders, "Grab my wallet, put fifty on the bench, leave a note. I'll go purely to save arguments. Plus, I don't think you'd want to try super-gluing it back together." He made a face, "Well, glad we can save time on the arguments." He muttered bitterly to himself as he did what he was told. The young man soon shuffled after his father, keeping his wallet with him and feeling grateful that he never bothered to put the car keys back in the dish, "Dad, you you need help? You can lean on me. I swear I can support your weight without an issue."
The more the silence hung in the air and the longer it took for his dad to answer him, the more the worry started to set in. Stephen didn't even bother to hide it from his face, his dad could give him a lecture about being a man and showing no emotion later. Their eyes locked, and thankfully Shaun Breckah seemed to have recongition on his face that he was indeed talking to his son. A small little sigh of relief internally went off in the young male's head. And then, his dad spoke, "I um... I fell. Jace and I fought... Told him not to go out... I don't remember much else."
Stephen hoped the lack of memory was from being knocked out verses a full on concussion, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. He couldn't help but to frown an the answer though, "Jace wiped the floor with you?" Okay, perhaps that wasn't the best thing to ask his dad, who usually could be a prideful person, but it was hard not to. It was all sorts of concerning, the fact that Jace would act out like that and the fact that age was catching up to their father now that he could be taken out like that. Stephen remembered only a mere few years ago when it had been nearly impossible to get a shot on their dad. That was besides the point right now though as his dad muttered, "Probably should go get it checked."
Breckah men, exasperating as always, "No Dad. There's no 'probably', we need to get you checked out. We need to make sure Jace didn't give you a concussion. On top of that, that is a heck of a lot of blood on the ground that I assume it's yours." Hopefully, the silence of the house meant that all of his younger brothers were off hanging out with their friends and probably wouldn't need to eat. Cause dinner wasn't happening tonight, unless he left the 40 bucks in his wallet for them. There was also the elephant in the room that needed to be asked, "What do you want me to do about Jace? Do I need to call the cops or anything?" Truthfully, he hoped no. The young male wasn't sure what was going on with his brother, something had happened in those two years he had been off living in Oxford, since he wasn't himself. Yeah, Stephen remembered Jace being aggravating, and unlike the rest of his brothers, he put up with a lot from the seventeen year old.
But he also knew that two years ago, Jace was decking their father out cold and leaving him in a pool of blood. Jace had just been a hyper annoying kid, "Come on. Let's get you to the ER. I have a feeling we might be there for a while." Too bad there was nobody to take bets with on whether or not he'd actually get his dad out the door once he mentioned the word 'ER'.
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TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Well, at least nobody had completely wiped the floor with me, Stephen thought to himself as he left the specialty gym and headed towards his car. Given that there seemed to be a theme of his brothers punching a lot of things lately, Stephen Breckah started hitting the matt again to get himself reacquainted with fighting. Oxford had left him rusty, but thankfully, krav maga had proven to be like riding a bike and the whole 'best offense is good defense' kicked right in. He was 50/50 in his spars this evening, and no doubt in a few more weeks, it would be like he had never quit. Naturally, he had to roll off some comments about how a son of the great Shaun Breckah didn't do true MMA, naturally those had been the meatheads who he had wiped the floor with. And they say hand to hand is dead.
As he turned on the car, green eyes looked to the dashboard clock and noted the time, "Shit," he muttered. Hadn't his dad said something about family dinner earlier today? Or maybe it was in text. Or maybe he was making it up just because the time suggested it should be family dinner time. The thought of a normal family dinner actually made Stephen roll his eyes as he put the keys in the ignition, turned the car and headed home. It had certainly been a show of two weeks with all of his brothers and his dad, the young male uncertain of what the biggest surprise being. Maybe Keith in scrubs, since Stephen reckoned all of the emotional blow up's was from being grilled that men don't show emotion. Funny how it took going to college to realize that the lifestyle that translated in the Breckah Household didn't work so well out in the real world. Maybe that's why Keith had his scrubs. He couldn't help but to worry about his brothers, all of them, even Jace. Although he knew he couldn't admit that, expressing such feelings might cause them to flee in the other direction.
Pulling up to the driveway, he noticed the lights were on. Someone must be home then, likely his Shaun Breckah. The young male honestly didn't think his dad left the house very often and it sounded like his friends made house calls. Getting out, he shut the car door behind him and head towards the house to find the door unlocked. Green eyes stared at the door for a moment before stepping inside, "Hello?" Nothing. The only sound in the house appeared to be his stomach growling, angry that he denied it a protien shake and a burger. Well, at least he could fix one of those things, deciding to toss the eerie silence aside for now. He could think while he ate. Heading to the kitchen, Stephen pushed the swinging door open and stopped dead in his tracks. There was his dad, leaning heavily against the counter and he looked rough, sporting a rather good dent in his head with dried blood, "Dad?" His gaze soon followed his dad's to the fucking large pool of blood on the ground. It was dark, so it had started to dry up and congeal. Once again, Stephen's gaze moved back to his dad, "Do you need to go to the hospital? Also, what the heck happened?"
full name • Stephen Atticus Breckah nicknames • N/A - He'd probably secretly curse anybody who called him anything else age • twenty birthday • August 4 occupation • Student; Brother Protector; Living Home Organizer gender • Male sexuality • Bisexual - though he feels like there is no time in the world for dating
the appearance
face claim• Cole Sprouse
identifying features• Stephan is of average height, standing exactly at 5 foot 10. He's neither skinny or ripped, falling into the average there as well. He works out just enough to get himself by. With a mop of black hair and blue eyes, he blends into the Breckah clan well. For some reason, Stephan can always be seen wearing a beanie, no matter the time of day nor the season. He also typically fashioned himself in a leather jacket and never is one much for style, and appears to mostly switch between black and grey t-shirts. In the rare occasions that he is shirtless, one might catch a glismpe of this TATTOO on his back.
the personality
likes • Dogs, scratch made hot chocolate, university, his beanie, his brothers, studying, quiet spaces, grilled cheese, being alone, blondes, investigative stories, Grappling dislikes • Alcohol, fighting with his family, any grade below a B-, People picking on his brothers, Being interrupted, Stupid nicknames, Cardio, MMA - he'll do it to humor his father, but he is more of a defensive fighter strengths • Crunching Numbers, Looking out for People, Defense weaknesses • Food - particularly diner food, Reserved, His dad, His brothers dreams • To become a journalist; being able to leave the house for good because he knows it can function without him fears • His father accidently killing himself with alcohol poisoning; Some stupid misunderstanding landing a sibling in jail overall personality • Despite coming from a big family, Stephan ended up being an introvert. It came to him quite naturally in a loud household. Being in the middle of the brood of children, with a lot of big personalities and in fighting, Stephan found it easier to be quiet, aloof, and distant. It kept him out of trouble, and truth be told, he felt utterly content and peaceful when he was away from all of the chaos. However, that does not mean that Stephan should be underestimated, for he has both a quick wit and never hesitates when it comes to decision making. In addition, Stephan seems to be intuitive by nature, something that was cultivated over time and developed full force when his two older brothers left. Looking after his younger brothers and watching their grieving dad has also managed to help Stephan hone a perceptive nature when it comes to people, something that he hopes to fully unlock should he ever become an investigative journalist. In addition, Stephen managed to cultivate a whole lot of patience over the years, and is not easily goaded into argument. His patience excels when taking care of his father now or when he's helping out his brothers. Admittingly, Jace can still get the best of him sometimes, but it takes a lot. Nonetheless, Stephen cares deeply for all of his brothers, even when they don't always return.
the history
father • Shaun Gavin Breckah , 43, Boxing Coach mother • Tracy Breckah [deceased] siblings • KEITH JONAH BRECKAH , 23, Nurse DEREK DANIEL BRECKAH , 22, Bouncer MAVERICK THOMAS BRECKAH , 19, Horse Exerciser Jace Christian Breckah , 17, Student LINCOLN HARVEY BRECKAH , 16, Student -- Paul, 15, Student CREVEN PATRICK BRECKAH , 14, Student important people • - hometown • Birmingham, England [Born]; Hickstead, England [Raised] overall history • Likely unexpected and born third child to Shaun and Tracey Breckah, Stephen never got a small taste of his family's home, Ireland. He ended up being born in Birmingham. He managed to escape the cramped confides that his older brothers had been born into, and his parents hidden fights. Instead, he appeared to get the best of it. The decent apartment, a stay at home mom, a father who traveled a lot for work, but when Shaun was home, he doting upon all three of his sons. At the time, Stephen enjoyed being the youngest son from what he could remember. But that would soon change with another brother. And then he was no longer the youngest. Before long, the apartment they lived in felt cramped, and now either one or both of his parents seemed to be missing due to long hours. And while he never heard a peep, young Stephen was certain that something was going on with his parents despite the plaster of happy faces they often put on around him and his brothers.
Stephen never felt happy despite his parents efforts, mainly because soon he was no longer the youngest child and squarely in the middle now. Even though he was still young, it felt impossibly hard to get the attention of either of his parents. And his elder brothers at that age didn't seem to want their annoying kid brother tagging along. The apartment would always get loud with each new scream, each wailing blow out of a tantrum, or squabble between brothers. Stephen always tried to be good, which got him lost in the chaos. He finally gave up on vying for his parents and older brothers, deciding he would go and hide off to do his own thing. It was then he discovered that perhaps the peace and quiet wasn't so terrible, in fact, it was welcoming.
At six kids, the Breckahs found that they needed to move out of their apartment, and Tracey managed to influence the move to Hickstead, England with a quaint home with a backyard. It turned out to be everyone's dream. Stephen, despite his quiet nature, felt like he was truly thriving in Hickstead. He found himself more involved with school and writing, he became obsessed with reading and watching the news, not to mention, he would secretly binge watch investigative news from all over the world. Of course, being a Breckah, or at least Shaun Breckah's son, also meant that he eventually would be taught on how to fight, much to his mother dismay. Even Tracy tried to keep him from the lessons at first, but Stephen kept going, knowing that going would do him more good then trying to wheedle his way out of it.
To his surprise, Stephen found that he was actually quite good at fighting, or at least, he was quite good to a degree. He was light on his feet and good at avoiding the aim of the punches, although he never took to offense completely. Attacking just was not his thing, although if it came down to it, he was excellent at getting into a grapple and quick to produce the submissions. It was handy to have, either around his father or many of his brothers. Even every once in a while, he would need it in school since bullies thought they could take him on although it would end him up in the principle office and a disappointed Tracey. So he did his best to avoid it when he could. The rough and tumble of adolescence and teenage years made living in the Breckah household interesting, with testing their boundaries with their parents. Stephen soon figured it out that his Shaun had taken to just being the punisher while Tracey was the lover, so he mainly tried to stay out of his father's way. During high school, he even got into the school's newspaper to take a crack at his journalism skills and got a side gig at the movie theater to help out his parents with money.
As the years went by, everything seemed to be going well for the Breckah family, despite the occasional fights. Stephen had also noticed a change with his brother Jace, like he wasn't quite himself anymore and always seemed to be instigating things with their father and the rest of them, even Stephen, much to annoyance but he always did his best to not snap at his younger brother. Despite some of the other Breckah men insisting that's just how Jace is going to be or it was a phase, he felt like there was more to it. As he graduated high school, Stephen felt like he was in the home stretch of his life. No longer was he constraint by socio politics of high school, and actually managed to get into the journalism program at University of Oxford on full scholarship, leaving home behind for the first time.
The two years into Oxford seemed to fly by, and Stephen was enjoying himself. While he still kept his quiet and aloof nature, he truly flourished there in school. However, he would soon be called home by tragedy. First he heard news of his brother, Maverick, ending up in the hospital due to an equestrian accident. He dropped everything to go home to visit him in the hospital. And then, their mother died in a car accident. At the funeral, Stephen began to observe the cracks happening, ripping faster than when they were together. Stephen told himself there was nothing he could do, he had to finish Oxford. However, no sooner did he leave did he heard that Jace laughed at their mother dying, and everything imploded. Keith was in Willow City now, Derek moved out but helped from a healthy distance. Their father took took heavy drinking, and now poor Maverick was burning through his savings for the house and the food bills, not to mention wrangling the younger brothers. He had even heard that at one point, Link became convinced that he had been the one to cause the car crash prior to autotopsty coming back to reveal it had been a heart attack.
As much as he wanted to graduate from Oxford, Stephen knew that he couldn't leave Maverick behind to deal with that home life. He couldn't leave any of his brothers behind or his dad to rot away like he was doing. He would feel too guilty remaining off in his own world. So, he dropped out, much to the protest of his university counselor and his favorite professor. Stephen could only hope that bridges were not permanently burned and returned to Hickstead to move back in with his family. He enrolled at local university to continue his studies at a lesser pace and even got his old job back at the movie theater just to get cash in on the table, although he's currently on the hunt for something with a fatter paycheck.
