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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well at least his father would admit that he deserved it. had he been anyone else he might have smiled, but he was rex caufield and sometimes it was hard to drag those out of him. dog, dog he could always smile at because he wasn't people. it confused him sometimes to but who was he to argue with his personality at twenty two years old. he glanced down at the dog as he shoved his head into his lap and he dropped his hand down to scratch his ears affectionately. dogs he could understand, they were simple and when you knew what to look for they were better communicators that people were, he didn't have trouble working out what they wanted from him. it was always so simple.
"i'll fix it before i give it to you." he said as he looked back at the painting, seeing all the flaws in the strokes, the colours and the details that might seem miniscule to others, but to him they stuck out like sore thumbs. he fought the urge to roll his eyes when his dad pointed out that he was being to hard on himself. honestly he thought the opposite, if he hadn't been in a rush to get the picture out, it would have been better. "how else am i supposed to improve." he stated, almost matter of factly as he forced himself to put down the brush. in past times he would have just kept painting and ignoring his father's prescence, especially when he'd been a teenager, but things had improved slightly since then and there was effort on both sides.
when the pizza was mentioned, rex looked at his watch and actually couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. he'd had a few days off work and had been painting some pieces to sell at the local market, he'd skipped dinner last night because he'd been inspired and when he'd woken up this morning he'd come straight to his studio, so the odds were it was at least a full day. it happened more than he'd ever admit to his dad, because he couldn't imagine that kasey would be happy about it, not that rex would really listen, but there was no point stressing his dad out about it. "i haven't lived at home in a while and you remembered." he was almost touched by that. he stood up from his stool, hearing his back crack as he straightened it after hours of being hunched over. "did they still look at you like you were insane?"
had he not been focusing on what he was doing, he'd have rolled his eyes at his father's remark about the door being locked. he'd been forever forgetting to lock the door of their home when he'd lived there. he didn't know why, it just never seemed to be big on the priority list and he was sure there was a few nights here he'd gone to sleep without it being locked. did it bother him? not really. was it ideal? not really. but he wasn't about to let his dad know he cared about it, or think that he was right. so he did what he could in the moment and he ignored it. he was too focused on the painting in front of him to come up with something witty enough for his liking, the inspiration to paint taking all of his brain power in that moment.
he could smell the pizza before his father walked into the room but he didn't have time to tell his dad that he wasn't all that hungry before he heard the pause in his dad's words and the surprise was just enough to pull his attention away from the painting of dog and he turned to look at his dad. he just raised a brow when the obvious question was asked and he looked pointedly between dog and the painting before looking back at his dad again as if to say, really? but he didn't. he shook his head a little at his father's praise of the painting and he turned back to it, using the brush in his hands to make a few more strokes. "it's rushed and rough looking." he said critically but he'd never been one to think his work was as good as other peoples, he could always find faults. "but he's a good model." he said with a smile as he looked down at dog.
how he'd ended up watching his father's dog, unironically called dog, for the day was beyond him. he didn't mind really, the company was nice and it wasn't like the animal expected rex to sit down and have a full on conversation with him. he'd just been company while rex had been in his studio painting. the spare bedroom in his apartment had become his studio the moment he'd moved in. he'd set it up before he'd set anything else up, he'd been sleeping on a sleeping bag in his room for weeks before he'd been bothered to build the furniture that had been sitting in boxes since he'd moved in. but his studio, that had been set up the moment he'd gotten the keys. painting was his escape, the way he dealt with the world and what he could spend hours upon hours doing without breaking. not so much the painting he did for his day job, painting walls for a real living and then painting to make art on the side. it worked for him but sometimes it wasn't all that great for him, he'd actually gone days without really eating before while he'd been in the middle of letting his creative juices flow, it wasn't always healthy but to him it was always worth it.
he'd been in his studio when his dad had dropped dog off that morning and it's where he was when there was a knock at the door. the dog got up from his spot at rex's feet and barreled out of the room with the deepest of barks. rex hardly noticed it though, so engrossed in what he was painting. he'd finished the portrait he'd been working on this morning and he'd moved onto painting dog, having stared at the sun shining through on him through the window at one point and it was burned into his brain and it would be until he got it out on the canvas. he moved the brush across the material, his strokes careful, quick and precise as he added the details to the picture while dog continued to bark at the closed door. he let his focus drift enough from what he was doing to call back out behind him. "it's open!" he hadn't remembered to lock the door that morning when he'd closed the door on his father when he'd left, needing to get back into his studio.
full name • rex noah caufield. nicknames • just rex. (rexy roo, when he was younger by his mum.) age • twenty two. birthday • may 17th. occupation • painter. (houses, buildings & murals etc) gender • male. sexuality • heterosexual.
the appearance
face claim• colin ford
identifying features• rex has had to get used to being tall and lanky and knowing there isn't much he can do about it. he spent his teenage years doing his best to try and bulk up a little but it never amounted to much. he's strong and fit and he guesses that's good enough, though it's taken him a little while to come to terms with it. he keeps his hair slightly grown and he doesn't do much to tame it, it's usually mused because he runs his hands through it constantly.
the personality
likes • the smell of paint, the simpsons, dogs, horses, tomato sauce, pizza without cheese, wrestling, running, early mornings, the smell of frost. dislikes • holidays such as christmas & easter, barbeque sauce, cats, birds, deep water, bad paint jobs, glitter, very long days, science fiction movies. strengths • precision with a paint brush, quoting movies. weaknesses • travel sickness. dreams • to own his own business one day. fears • deep water & birds. overall personality • like his father, rex doesn't always give the greatest first impression. he's aloof and he doesn't really do small talk, he'd rather not talk to anyone at all if all they have to talk about is the weather, that doesn't sit well with him. he's always got his head buried in a sketchbook and it takes an interesting person to lift his attention from it, usually only his father and his sister can. he's creative and as curious as they come and he can often find himself getting lost in the new things he learns. he doesn't always want to do what he's learning about but the process of discovery and learning has always been oddly comforting to him.
the history
father • KASEY EMERSON CAUFIELD , 52, mechanic. mother • morgan drake-caufield, deceased. siblings • --- caufield, 18, sister. important people • an aunt and uncle. hometown • san antonio, texas. overall history • for the first few years of rex's life, it was as one would expect it to be. well almost, apart from the fact his mother was in the military and was regularly gone from their lives, home long enough to spoil them and gone far longer than it took to miss her. rex grew up with a younger sister who he mostly liked, though he never really let her know it because he is his father's son incarnate. he was a happy enough child, but he was never overly affectionate, and he wasn't a touch person, though he still isn't. but life was good, he had parents who loved him, and he had everything he needed to thrive, and he was settled. until they weren't. the news came when he was eight. his mother had been killed while away from home.
it shattered whatever sense of home and stability rex had. his once happy life was gone, knowing that his mother would never come home. that he'd never get to see her smiling face through the crowd at the airport again, he'd never get to listen to the stories she used to tell again, and he'd never have her standing in his doorway telling him she loved him again. it wasn't long after his mother died that he was uprooted from the only home he'd ever known to move across the ocean to england, because his father couldn't deal with the memories of his mother everywhere they went. rex thought differently, he didn't want to move. he wanted to stay where he could see his mother everywhere, though the second they landed in england, it felt like she was gone from him.
he fought against staying in the town for about a year. arguing with his father over it, taking his frustrations out on his sister when he could and generally doing everything, he could not to settle into the town that was his father's refuge. it took over a year for him to start accepting that this was it, they weren't going anywhere, and he was stuck in this town. he never really embraced the town, though he did make friends eventually. though it was hard with his head always in his notebook, it had been his escape for so many years now, he felt incomplete without it in his hands. he was always going to leave hickstead, there was always a plan formulating in his head and he was always trying to work out the plan to go. until one day he found himself forgetting.
he's not twenty two and he hasn't left yet, though vacations would be nice. he's still the same as he always has been, he's not interested in close connection, touchy feeling affection and he's certainly been described as aloof. but he's got a handful of people he knows he can rely on, he gets on a lot better with his sister now and he's even willing to say his father, though he still holds certain grudges against him, he can't help it, family life is a lot smoother than it was when he was a kid, that's for sure.
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