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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It had been a little while since she'd sailed... well, until she'd signed her and her brother up for the doubles race. Once she'd seen it, she'd felt the urge to set sail again, and had jumped back onto the family boat to practice. It came weirdly naturally to her, taking up the mantle on a boat - not as familiar and comfortable to her as riding, but still, it felt similar enough. She had allowed her hair to take the brunt of sea air for the sake of getting things right and taking home the win. She wasn't competitive until suddenly she was, she was a bit of an enigma - but she was absolutely ambitious, and if anything was going to make the parents sit up and take notice of the middle child, it was going to be winning something fancy on the water.
She took the role of Captain without a fight from Archie, and the poor lad didn't have a choice regardless. She yelled out commands above the roar of wind and water, battling the waves as they flew across the top of the ocean. Everything went into hyper focus for her, zeroing in on what she needed and wanted to do, knowing when to tug the ropes, when to let them out, when to duck for the sail as the wind changed position. She wondered if she might owe poor Arch a drink after all this, or some food, or a chance to yell at her in return the way she was hurling instructions at him like a battle axe on a mission. She ran about like the mad woman she felt with him, not one to shout orders and stand there and watch - she was dripping with both sweat and sea water, her hair saturated and blown to bits, even tied back into the topknot she'd done.
Leonie was at the helm as they crossed the line, fully aware of where she was at all times so she could take the most direct path to the end, cutting off as many seconds as she could. "Shit, Leonie! I think we crossed the finish line." Leonie grinned and turned to look at her brother, who's incredulous expression made her give an exhilarated laugh. Okay, so part of the bug she'd got for the sea was from chatting to a handsome guy recently, but there was something to be said for flying across the sea in a boat you were sailing. "Well done, Arch - we did it! Now let's see where we placed."
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She raised a brow at his startled expression, and then the shrug - and her response became a roll of her eyes. Of course he didn't have an opinion on it, it didn't rule his life the way it did hers. She sighed and swallowed her retort, knowing it was unnecessary to continue that line of conversation. Instead, Leonie chased her retort with a sip of her drink, letting Archie enjoy his unlady-like mouthful of wrap. At least she'd caught him red handed about stealing food at night. "Alright, alright. I'll tell mum I'm the gremlin. Maybe this will work in my favor and she will buy more food instead of less." Leonie gave a soft laugh and a shake of her head - naturally, he would hope for that. "If you own up to it, I bet you anything mum will just let you off the hook with a 'growing boy' joke, and definitely get you a fridge full of snacks." Well, maybe not just snacks, he'd still be subject to eating proper food as much as their mother could force him, but still - no slap on the wrist for her favourite child son.
"Oh yeah? Who are they, Leo? Who amongst us right now are spies?" Leonie narrowed her eyes on her brother, the irritating little bugger that he was sometimes. "Not just who.. but what..." she pointedly looked toward his plate, and then at the salt shaker in the middle of the table, and then to the nearest plant pot. "For all I know, you could be one of them too." She said pointedly. If he was going to wind her up, she was going to do it right back to him. "I can go get you another slice of pizza if you want - they have them here." She gave her brother a quick smile and shook her head, "No, honestly I couldn't eat another, I'm full." She lied, so easily she hated how it rolled off her tongue like a truth. "But thanks," she added, olive branch accepted, and the peace returned. Siblings were easy sometimes. Sometimes being the key word.
Her brows rose at his laugh, wondering at what point she'd tickled him in such a way. "I don't know - you're kinda funny to laugh at when you're left hanging." Leonie poked her brother in the ribs - not too hard, but enough to make her point. "You won't think it's funny for long..." She warned, not wanting to be left out on his gossip. "I don't know much about him. His name is Oliver - a year younger than me so secondary student. He doesn't, however, ride horses. I guess he was at the barn to visit friends." She smiled gently and gave a small nod. "Well, he sounds interesting... perhaps you could get him on a horse and teach him to ride?" She suggested - it was a good way to get closer to someone. "Well, if you do want to leave here at any point, I'll make sure to act out." Leo snorted at that and gave Archie a pointed look, "Surely we can just have Frankie do it and save your reputation - as she's so good at it already." Not that she held any bitterness about her sister's behaviour at all.
Leonie had had a pretty productive morning, and was enjoying pleasing herself for the day. She'd gotten a bit of work done early doors, and then decided she was going to get out and soak up some sunshine. She'd shut herself away to get a lot of coursework completed the previous week, which had been fine given the horrendous amount of rain for April they'd received, but she wanted to enjoy the warmth of the sun whilst they had it. It was lucky for her that they could afford to have her horses on full livery, it made life easier even if it did feel like cheating to only need to go up to ride or to brush them if she fancied it. She'd used the time as her excuse to break from the work, but otherwise she'd felt like a caged animal, and today's freedom felt magnificent.
Wandering around the farmer's market with a cup of coffee in hand, she paused to pick up a few items. Though she didn't do the cooking at home, she had no qualms about helping pick up supplies, and besides, who couldn't resist locally grown fresh fruit and vegetables. Leo was sure to pick out only the ripest of apples to gift to her horses later on when she popped up to see them, putting them into a plastic bag and handing over the cash to pay for them. Once settled, she wandered off again, letting her feet and her nose take her wherever she pleased.
She ended up on the docks as the market petered out. The sun reflecting off the calm waves of blue, she wondered what it was like to live the life of a fisherman. Was it a simple one? Out on the ocean for a few weeks, come back with a haul, get drunk, get merry, make money then sail back out again. Sometimes she felt like her life was one giant weight, hanging over her, ready to fall. So much pressure, all the time, from every side, pushing in on her, threatening to crush her. She held it off, she persevered, she worked damn hard.. but sometimes she wondered...
“Oh, hey, welcome in! I must’ve not heard the bell, I hope you weren’t waiting too long. How can I help you?” Leonie gave a little start of surprise, having wandered into a building without her usual presence of mind. Only the fish tackle and bait options gave her a nudge toward the direction of what shop she'd chosen. Why, she didn't quite know. She wasn't into fishing, had never done it in her life, but wasn't that what she wanted? Something different, something quiet? Fishing was meant to be quiet, wasn't it? She blushed faintly and stepped forward, realising she was just standing there, looking somewhat dumbly at this ridiculously good looking guy complete with a sheen of tantalising sweat. Well fuck. "Uhhh hi, sorry... I don't really know how you can help me." What a way to sound even more ridiculous. She rolled her eyes at herself and tried to start over. "Do you do fishing supplies and stuff?" Oh wow, her etiquette coach would be throwing a few books at her right about now.
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Leonie wasn't really one to venture out of 'bounds' so to speak. It wasn't like she had a given radius but there was something of an... expectation... that there were areas in town that Leonie would be expected to ignore. This was sort of on the borderline, and she would use that as her loop hole, should her mother catch her here. It seemed ridiculous to her, to be worrying about what mother would think, given that she was an adult, and that she was at university and old enough to decide her own life. Old habits died hard, and her mother had more of a firm hold on Leo's life than a lot of people's parents did. With the pressures that came with being a Wagner, there were certain rules and regulations you had to abide by so you didn't become an embarrassment to the family - like her sister had. With Frankie well and truly abandoning those rules, it felt like it was all on her shoulders to bare the weight of the Wagner name.
Still, there were some days when she couldn't just sit in her room and study, she needed to let at least one tendril of hair down - if not two. Wow, really pushing the boat out there. Leo had changed out of her trackies and jumper and put on a more respectable attire - a cute cocktail dress and some black heels - and had headed the short distance into town to order a drink. Perhaps she might even have two if she felt like risking it a little. She had to be careful, there was no allowing for drunk and disorderly. The Malbec tasted a little bitter, but she couldn't complain, even if it was that she'd have preferred a beer. Her mother always disapproved of her ordering beer though, and she was in too public a setting and likely to run into someone that knew her. Another ridiculous part of her life. In fact she really craved a cold one, but the wine was as far as she'd allow.
Leonie settled herself in a plush stool chair at the bar. She knew she should probably vacate to a chair or booth in the lounge instead, it was a little unseemingly to be sat up here - a bit like a lady of the night waiting on her next prey - but the seats were comfortable and she didn't plan to stay long. She smiled politely at the bartender as he glanced her way, probably hoping she wouldn't nurse her wine quite so long, but if it was only one she could allow, she was going to enjoy it as long as she could. Leonie let out a little sigh to herself and raised the glass to her lips, taking a small sip and holding the taste of the wine in her mouth, letting the flavour settle on her tongue before she swallowed.
She took one look at Archie's stuffed face and let out an unattractive snort that would have meant a scathing look from her mother. Luckily, she was only in Archie's company and didn't think he'd mind. Boys really couldn't help themselves could they - growing lads and food. It made it hard to imagine her brother in his finery at the dinner table behaving like the nobleman he actually was. "It's a side affect of being a teenage boy," Leonie raised a brow, taking in another piece of pizza. "Why do boys get all the good side effects? All you can eat without gaining a pound." She rolled her eyes, "and women get hormones and gain a pound just looking at a piece of pie." She was teasing him of course, it's not like it was his fault.
"Don't tell Mum, but I have been raiding the pantry when she goes to bed. I'm somehow always hungry." Leonie gasped and put a hand to her chest in horror. "You're the midnight food thief?" She tutted, "You know mum's on the war path about where the snacks have been disappearing. She definitely blames me!" It was no harm though, she thought it was a little amusing but every time her mum mentioned something going missing she always gave Leonie a suss look up and down, as if expecting to see the pounds visibly added on. "Mum's not here to judge us on our savagery, Leo." She gave Archie a look as she finished her pizza slice, gently laying her knife and fork down. "That's what you think... she's got spies everywhere." It was a joke, but knowing her mother she wouldn't put it past her.
She returned his smile, feeling a little tension ease away from her at their gentle back and forth. "I defilingly will as soon as I meet a graphic arts student." She pondered that for a moment, "I doubt they'd be too hard to find around here, especially if you use that charming smile of yours." She pushed her empty plate away, looking longingly at it as if that might make another slice of pizza magically appear. She probably shouldn't have another anyway, best to leave it at one. "Yeah. I suppose so. I just...forget sometimes how I've had it easier compared to you and Frankie." Her lips pursed at the mention of Frankie, a naturally disapproving crease appearing between her eyebrows to think of her sister. "I'd forget too, it's easy to." She shrugged it off, she didn't expect him to understand it all the time - if you didn't live it, you couldn't, and she didn't blame him for it.
Her eyes alighted on her brother as he suddenly studied his wrap and a slow grin blossomed. She'd caught him! Now she was double interested to find out what she'd missed in her brother's life. "Uh...maybe. Not on campus though. I met a guy at the barn. He, quite literally, ran into Mokka's ass." She leant forward in interest. "Okay you can't just leave me hanging like that.. what's his name? His age? Is he a student or working?" Leonie knew the pressures of dating when it came to her and her sister, and who they should or shouldn't touch... but things were a little freerer for her brother - for now anyway, likely not forever. He had to carry on the family name after all. Her brother was not without his own pressures but she was a romantic deep down and she liked to encourage him to be himself whilst he could. "Roots? You're making us sound old and frail. I feel like we don't have to worry about roots yet." She shrugged, "It'd be nice not to have my whole life uprooted again, to just be set in one place." She found it hard to make new friends when they'd be up and away somewhere else again in a short while. She wanted to make a home and have some stability in her life.
She watched him pick up her leftovers without further complaint, hiding another smile at the way he practically devoured the sandwich. "Mum been starving you too or is this some kind of teenage boy side effect?" She joked, waving her fork at the him, motioning the animalistic way he took on the food. "You know, you can ditch the fork and knife." Leonie did grin that time and she shook her head. "Mother would have an absolute fit if I ate like that, you savage." She teased, continuing to persevere with the cutlery all the same. Old habits died hard, and it seemed a bit ridiculous but sometimes she couldn't help but have her mothers voice nibbling in her ear, directing her, even when she was miles away.
Her brother had the kind of smile that made other people smile back, and Leonie was no stranger to his charms. "Even on my worst day? Wow, now that is certainly a compliment." She gave him an award winning smile in return, making sure to finish her mouthful of pizza first. "You can wear it on a badge and everything." Leonie offered, tucking into her pizza whilst she didn't need to speak for the moment. "Nah, don't be. I overstepped." Leonie rolled her eyes at his words and gave him a gently nudge with her elbow. "You're my brother, it's impossible to overstep." With Archie's personality anyway, she was sure in other families comments would absolutely cross the line, but he was a good kid with a kind heart, she didn't think he had it in him to be horrible. Some days she was just a little bit more bitter than normal and she had to be fairer.
"I don't know. It's just a question. You have a whole giant campus to meet people on." She tilted her head as she thought about it, then gave a small shrug. "Nobody that's stuck out to me just yet," She responded in the end, but she hadn't made all that much effort to get out there just yet either in all fairenss. "Does that mean you have?" She asked, a sly smile finding it's way onto her face as she glanced at Archie. He had to have asked that for a reason. "Character? Do you mean quaint? I don't mind though, for the record. Its kinda nice compared to gothic looking Bremen. I think my horses might actually enjoy it too." Leonie laughed, finishing up her slice in only a couple of bites, and then feeling a slice of sadness it had gone so fast. "Quaint? Sure, I guess it is. Hopefully we'll get to settle down with some roots."
Bitter perhaps, but there was days when it just felt a little too much for Leonie. Sometimes she wished she could have had the luck of being youngest, or perhaps back into a time when men trumped women regardless of age. "I'm sure she doesn't mean to starve you per say," She raised a delicate brow and gave him a deliberate look. "Semantics." she simply replied. Call it what you want, it still felt like starvation to Leonie on days she had to watch people wolf down a burger when she was stuck there sucking on celery. "Plus, she can't hear you. You know you can say anything freely with me." The smile she flashed him was genuine. At least on one half of the sibling tree she knew she had someone she could rely on to a point, there was only so much she'd allow herself to admit outside of her mind. She was too obsessed with control to release every little anxious or frustrating tidbit. She couldn't help brandishing the fork with a little more vigour at his look of disappointment, just in case he got another clever idea.
"Really?" She felt the look she gave him needed no extra explanation. "Fine. Fine. I'll be respectful. I'll cover for you by eating your food. Really, you should be thanking me." Leonie laughed at that, "Oh it's all yours, Arch." Gratefully too. At least she wouldn't have to let it go to waste. She wasn't one for wasting food if she could help it. Besides, it wasn't that the food didn't taste good, in all fairness it could definitely be worse. But sometimes grease and fat and sugar was required to make it through the day. Their mother wasn't the only household member to have picked up on how much her brother was now putting away. A growing lad indeed, she'd complained to Leonie a few times that they would surely be eaten out of house and home in a matter of weeks. All in good jest really, she knew her mother enjoyed watching Archie pack it all in. There was a different attitude, however, to seeing Leo doing the same.
"Am I not stellar company? Don't I cancel out Mom?" Leonie rolled her eyes at his playful hurt but smiled too. "Even on your very worst day, you beat mum hands down." She promised, and it wasn't even a lie. Though she did love her mother, her brother trumped. "Huh? Nah, nothing I couldn't handle. Maybe just warn her next time. You are the future after all," Her expression clouded a little at his words and she frowned. "Like I need the reminder." it occupied almost every waking moment of her day, that knowledge, and everything that came with it. She knew she was brooding and she sighed, quickly smoothing over her expression with another small smile. "Sorry," she hadn't meant her words to be a reprimand, Archie was just trying to lighten her up. "Do you like it here then? Have you...met anyone interesting?" She took her a bite of her pizza, revelling in the beauty of it whilst she thought over his question. "Should I have?" she asked, wondering who he had met to ask her something like that. "I do quite like it here though. I think it has ...character." She shrugged, not sure how else to explain it. It was nice, the mix of countryside and town, and she felt like she had somewhat a little smidge of freedom here.
The look on her sister's face told her everything she needed to know. The sister walking in was exactly the same woman that had been forced out the door in the first place. "Leo. Mayb-" Leonie cut him off with a sharp glance. "No, Arch, she-" and then she in turn was cut off by Frankie. "Oh honey, there's nothing to cure." Leonie raised an accompanying eyebrow and looked Frankie over. "So, nothing's changed then. Another waste of people's money and time spent on you for you to throw it all away." She snorted and couldn't help but roll her eyes. Sure, it had been all of thirty seconds, but the manner in which Frankie had arrived spoke volumes to Leonie. She'd learnt nothing and it had all been pointless. As always, the family revolved around the eldest and her needs, and she damned it all to hell. Leonie was getting real sick of the same old record playing whenever Frankie walked into a room.
"So, where is mother dearest?" Leonie pressed her lips together to avoid a torrent of unpleasant words from breaking loose. She had a little more composure than that and she wasn't going to let Frankie waltz in and needle her into being something she wasn't. Fur was already well and truly ruffled and the hackles were up, but she didn't actually want an all out war. "Mom's out," She heard Archie respond, returning to her seat instead to cool off before she boiled over completely. Usually her temper was cool and relatively even but something about her older sister really blew the top off at moments like these. "Wait...did you just...leave? On your own accord?" Leonie sighed and gave a slight shake of her head at her brother's naivety, tucking a wayward piece of hay behind her ear. "Of course she did, Arch. Frankie does what Frankie wants, what's a consequence?" she arched a brow, tilting her chin up in defiance as she awaited the blow in response to her words.
Leonie had tucked herself on the sofa alongside her brother. She'd actually finished her coursework for the week and had a chance to read for pleasure for a change. It wasn't anything particularly exciting, but she'd picked up Outlander after seeing adverts for the TV show and had been surprisingly sucked into the story. She had taken to spending a fair bit of time split between the uni and home, but a lot of it was often alongside her brother. She wasn't sure if it was an unconscious comfort thing - that whilst she was more extrovert than introvert, it was quite a shock to the system to uproot from German to England, to find out your sister had completely lost her shit and gone flying off the rails, and she was finding it easier to adjust by keeping her younger brother in sight. She had one eye on him in general at Uni, wanting to make sure he settled in okay and didn't find any trouble. So far it had been very predictably quaint quiet town life - a few shoulders rubbed the wrong way as they settled in amongst the other rich and fancy, but no drama.
She heard the door at the same time as her brother, her ears - exceptionally attuned to the subtle - pricked to hear the sound of the car. "Leo!" Leo in question, winced and dropped her book with a thud to cover her ears. "Mom's home!" She frowned, "Ouch," She muttered, bending at the waist to retrieve her book from the floor and refind her place, contemplating throwing the 800 page tome at the back of his head. "I'm right here, jerk." Though there was nothing in the insult as she sighed and used a bookmark to place her page, carefully putting the book aside. Considering the layout of the room, he might not have noticed her curl up on the small sofa settled into a little nook beside the expansive and impressive book case. Still, it didn't hurt for him to crane his neck and check before he busted ear drums.
Leonie rose to her feet, with every intention of greeting her mother and offering her a hand with whatever she might be bringing in with her. Only for it not to be their mother after all. Her eyebrows rose, disappearing into the neatly trimmed edges of her bangs, as such was her shock. "Frankie?" It took her a moment to recover from her own shock but Archie's voice confirming that she wasn't losing her mind and was genuinely seeing the person in front of her. "What is it this time?" Rude, she knew, but she couldn't help the words slipping out past her somewhat dodgy mouth to brain filter. "You can't tell me you're cured."
The arrival of her brother should have surprised her, in her own little world as such she was as she relished the hot stringy cheese and grease galore, but if anything she knew it was rather inevitable that he had appeared. She had almost expected him sooner; not because she didn't enjoy his company, but because she knew why he would have been sent. Even here, there was no escaping their mother or their duties - her far reaching fingers had easy grasp of the university campus and it's surrounding area. There was little rest for the wicked, or for those born with the silver spoon in one's mouth. Sometimes she couldn't help but think it was a bitter taste, as much as she had enjoyed stepping up to the task with her older sister's failings.
Her eyes alighted on the damn lunch bag with a small sigh and a well knowing raise of her eyebrows. "You know, Mom thought you were dying of starvation and here I find you with a wonderful slice of pizza." As if to make a point, Leonie cut another slither and folded it into her mouth with a blissful smile, chewing thoroughly and swallowing before she dared to speak. Manners first even amongst family. "Mum would quite happily have me starve if the side effect didn't include 'dying'." She retorted, slipping naturally into German to respond, and then immediately felt guilty for her words and shaking her head at herself. "Feel free to help yourself though," She indicated to the box and withdrew her plate a little from his reach with a knowing look, "the box, not my pizza slice." She warned, raising her cutlery in a fashion that threatened retribution for any attempt to steal her cheat meal from under her nose.
"Although now I see why you choose to eat here instead of at home with me and Mom." Leonie gave an unladylike snort, one of the few places she felt safe to do so without a reproving look from another adult. "Well, it wasn't for the stellar company," she waved to the empty bench around her, taking another bite of pizza. "Was mum upset?" She asked, feeling that familiar surge of guilt once again and battling not to let it win. This was her selfish indulgence, not something she did very often, and she refused to give it in just because mum wanted her to come home to eat protein and rabbit food.
It was only lunch time, but it was actually the end of Leonie's day - and she was glad for it. There was a function on tonight, and whilst she had perfected the art of getting ready in a moment's notice, she much preferred being able to take her time, ensure there was not a hair out of place and that her make up was perfect. She was nothing if not diligent in making sure her appearance was more than just up to par - exceeding expectations as always. It sometimes amused her friends that at uni, she was a jeans and hoodie or jumper kind of girl - it went against the grain, surely, when they caught sight of her at home or around her parents that she wore only designer labels, fabulous ball gowns, prim and proper professional attire when handling the business. Her wardrobe was a collide scope of colours and fashion from one extreme to the other. And if they knew that she wore tracksuit bottoms and ratty jumpers and tops with holes in to the yard, they would have been mortified. Sometimes, it was exhausting having two persona's, but Lee made it work.
She could have gone home to eat, but it was pizza day at the cafeteria and goddamn if she didn't want a slice of grease and cheesey goodness. She rarely ate it, even when she wasn't home she made an effort with her diet. Though she seemed prone to keeping her weight down she was well aware that it didn't take much for her to pack on a few pounds and appearance was everything; she couldn't afford to lose control. Besides, at least when she ate here she didn't get that judgement. She knew her mother meant well, there was no malice in it, it was practicality - but she knew those looks, when Leonie reached for another bloody potato or a piece of chocolate. The glance to her mid section, the knowing eye. She would ignore it and continue anyway, she wasn't that receptive to it, but it was enough to sit at the back of her mind; a reminder.
Leonie settled on a bench in the middle. It was a little too close to the popular crowd for her liking, the type she liked to avoid - not out of fear, but for her own sanity. She despised the bitchiness and the pettiness, and she wasn't here for it. She preferred to avoid it and stick to her own crowd - her to put her head down and pull her weight. She took a swig from her water as she picked up her knife and fork to dig into her slice of pizza; hey she might like the grease but it didn't mean she'd eat like a complete savage.
full name • Leonie Viktoria Wagner nicknames • Leo, Lee (Lee Lee by her brother on occasion) age • Twenty birthday • 11th December occupation • heiress to her Wagner Empire, Showjumper, Business & Accountant Student gender • Female sexuality • Straight
the appearance
face claim• Bethany Joy Lenz
identifying features• Lee has always considered herself quite a plain individual; not ugly, but nothing about her that particularly stands out. At a push, she might claim her smile or the freckles that come out during the summer months.
the personality
likes • taking calculated risks; when they pay off , jumping , being able to implement her knowledge into life , letting her hair down with friends , classical music when she's working on something; helps her focus , researching; likes to know everything she can, including about people , her horse, West , cheering her family on at events , proving someone wrong , solitude on occasion - best way to take a breath and get things straight in her head , social gatherings and functions; thrives in them dislikes • Salad bowls that are full of dressings , 'one saddle fits all' type of riders , relationships; doesn't feel she has the time for them , the beach; sand gets everywhere and the salty air ruins her hair , surprises or being caught unawares , having to wear a mask around her parents , conflict , being judged for her money/status , ignorance; people who would rather not try for the fear of failing, or judge things they don't know , high heels - ouch her feet strengths • always prepared; she's big into research and likes to know everything she can about something , very put together and rarely has a hair out of place; hard to ruffle , organisational skills are ridiculously on par , proficient and accomplished showjumper , has a knack for making risks that pay off; making profits etc , Bilingual - German & English weaknesses • puts a lot of pressure on herself , dressage; she finds it monotonous , admitting defeat; she won't if she can help it , men who can talk the talk , struggles to put a good book down halfway dreams • stepping up to take over the Wagner Empire , competing with the top level showjumpers , making her parents proud , her siblings to have good lives fears • her sister going off the deep end , her parents finding out any of the shit she's gotten up to behind their backs over the years , her horse having life ending injury overall personality • a hard worker and detirmined to boot, she'll knuckle down and make a point of proving herself or finishing something just because someone said it couldn't be done, couple that with a sprinkle of stubborn - because nobody that puts their head down to finish a task can be said to be a push over, she's ambitious and has high standards of herself and of others, has good morals but don't mistake her for straight laced, she'd get even if someone pulled a nasty trick on her, shrewd and has a good judge of character, good at seeing through people's crap and reading between the lines but thinks before she speaks and will mull things over rather than just out a person, can keep a secret and often holds many of her friends and families, has a silver tongue - quite charming and good at smoothing over a situation, can be blunt if she feels that someone needs putting in their place, and demands respect for herself, won't set the bar low for anyone, has a professional and politely firm persona with work and business, always cool and calm in front of her parents, likes to let her hair down with friends and enjoys having a laugh and taking a breath, is actually sweet with those she loves and would go to battle for them, surprisingly trustworthy but family comes first for her
the history
father • Fritz Amery Wagner; 51; CEO to a Major Hotel Business mother • Romy Ida Wagner; 47; Chocolatier & novice Equestrian siblings • Francesca Thalia Wagner, 24, Older Sister, Socialite & Heiress ARCHIBALD BARRON WAGNER ; Nationally Ranked Horse Polo Star; High School Student important people • None hometown • Bremen, Germany overall history • Leonie was born one snowy wintry day in December, the middle child toRomy and Fritz Wagner in Bremen, Germany. The Wagners had numerous reasons for living there, but foremost was the city's rising commercial and industrial commence which was good for their business. In addition, Bremen is also close to many established breeding farms for reputable horse lines given Romy Wagner's hobby activity for equestrianism - a sport she graduated managed to push two of her children successfully into. The Wagners are considered a power family in Bremen, their empire built on commence and factory workers along with their ties to the Liechtenstein family by blood and lineage. They keep their hold on Bremen by always making sure to give back to the community and they put on a show while doing it.
Fritz and Romy have three children together: Francesca, Leonie and then Archie. All of whom they have raised in their own image - their mother having a firmer hand in what their likes and interest would be. In the Wagner's eyes, their eldest turned out to be the disappointment and soon set their sights on their second daughter and Archie for grooming for their empire. Leonie was only too grateful to step up to the mark. She was an ambitious child, and already had a natural talent for picking up social cues and professional mannerisms that would get here everywhere in the business world; alongside a knack for reading people and knowing where to hedge her bets. She allowed herself to be steered in certain directions; her studies, extra curriculum activities, and her hobbies. She knew it was happening, but unlike her siblings she didn't mind, and allowed it to happen. She would actively participate in helping her mother chose her clothes, and worked hard in her lessons of etiquette, dance and music, and she became quite a little light of the party - flitting from person to person, laughing just the right amount, asking just the right questions, flirting just that perfect amount. It might have seemed like a lot, but she actually reveled in it - she liked and got enjoyment out of being good at things, and this was something she was good at.
She found a surprisingly love of horses quite early on - though parted from her younger brother's direction relatively quickly. She had a go with polo and wasn't half bad, but she stuck to helping her brother with practice and turned an eye to showjumping. She was gifted with an old school master named Belios who progressed her from 80cm training tracks right up through to the Newcomers. He was a cracking horse, and Lee loved him dearly, but he was old when he was brought, and as the years ticked by his old injuries began to niggle and he was no longer able to take her any further up the levels. It broke her heart to retire him, but she refused to give him up and begged her parents to let her keep him - but out in pasture. They relented on this occasion, but he was the only horse she was given to retire - the rest were always sold on once she outgrew them, or they were no longer able to provide progress.
As Leonie grew older, the itch to rebel raised it's head. She knew she had to stay in line, and often she actually turned to her younger brother to lament about their impending double lives. She was aware they couldn't put a toe out of line, for risk of causing a problem in the family, but it could be stifling being part of the family - with the weight of expectation and pressure to perform. School became their sanctuary - where they could be themselves, their true selves and express themselves in ways they couldn't do and explore other activities in their lives that didn't revolve around business politics, grand parties, and horses. Lee took pride in her other studies; not related to her parents interests, such as fictional books and fashion. Once she hit that age, she spent her spare evenings going out with friends and bringing strange boys back to her bed. She never dated, never had a boyfriend; she didn't feel she had the time, or the inclination to put in the effort. An itch was scratched and that was enough for her. It was too much and too complicated to bring someone into the construct of her life and the elaborate second personality she put into place around her parents and the business.
Leonie had little idea what her older sister was up to, though she tried to reach out to her and keep in touch as often as she had time. It was quite the surprise- and boy she does hate though- to see her sister plastered over the papers. Even more surprising that due to this they were being shipped out of the entire country and uprooted to England. It was tough - Lee had built herself a good life back home, with a good reputation. She somewhat resented her sister for this public display of a 'cry for help' but had tried to put it past her in an effort to enjoy what little the town has to offer.
the role player
alias • Rumpelstiltskin age • a thousand golden potatoes other characters • minus one
