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, I guess we better work on our new fake IDs huh?” She half smirked and tipped her glass to him. "Sounds like a plan. . I know a great plastic surgeon too." She joked. It was true, the family plastic surgeon could work wonders. She knew deep down that changing their names and appearance wouldn't make their problems disappear. She took another long sip of her drink whilst crossing one knee over the other. “I believe you, an overdosed person wouldn't be moving the way you were. Your lips weren't blue, either." She wasn't surprised her cousin had seen the video that had circulated social media. Her parents had tried to scrub it from the internet but there were still the odd copy floating about and probably always would. Never living it down.
She gave Alexi a soft smile and reached over to squeeze his arm gently. A rare sincere moment from the brunette. "Thank you Alexi, that means a lot." And it did. She appreciated those words. The words she craved her family would say but never would. “God forbid either of us get in a car wreck. The headlines would be…Crash: Drugs or alcohol? Since you know, us having a regular accident at 10 AM sounds too boring.” Francesca let out a little laugh and shook her head. "The media do love to spin a story. . god my mother would probably die of shock this time." Hell there was still a chance the woman would when Frankie turned up at the house unexpected. "This quaint little town is where you've been all this time then?" She asked, curious about her cousins new life.
Her smirk somehow widened at the sight of her brothers slightly confused face while his brain processed her voice. She moved her legs back and forth gently, enjoying the warmth of the heated pool. A soft laugh flowed out of her mouth as the youngest wagner tried to sit up, only to disappear under the water for a moment. "smooth." She joked. She watched his face, trying to gage his reaction to her words, alexi had already told her he'd ran into her brother so it would be interesting to see if he kept it from her. "Did you run into him too?!" She half smirked at the words he blurted out. "Yep." She wouldn't tell him where just yet. She wasn't in the mood for disappointment today. "I saw him at the University last year when I was looking for Leonie - he didn't really seem to be being held against his will like a kidnapped royal. He told me to keep quiet though...What did he say to you?" She snorted at the kidnapped comment that they'd all been fed over the years. It was ridiculous looking at it now. "He ran away, he didn't get kidnapped." She said with a roll of her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders and lifted her sunglasses to rest on top of her head. "We just chatted about being the black sheep of the family"
24 - wild - free spirited - socialite/influencer - single
Francesca had spent the majority of summer avoiding her mother and siblings. Her mother because she could barely stand to look at the woman, and vice versa. Her siblings because she was still annoyed and hurt that they still didn’t believe her story about being spiked. She had enjoyed spending the last few weeks exploring the neighbouring city’s finest bars and getting re-acquainted with her ‘missing’ cousin, who know went by the name of griffin.
The brunette rolled onto her back after basking sun for the past twenty minutes, keen to tan her front whilst the rare day of sunshine lasted. She lifted her sunglasses up briefly and glanced around the quiet pool, thankful there weren’t any kids around today. Her eyes landed on the back of a familiar dark haired male as he floated around the pool. She pulled her glasses back down as she stood up with a smirk and walked over to the pool, standing in her brothers sun for a moment, casting shade over him. ”Did you know alexi is here in this drab little town too?” She asked, sitting down on the edge of the pool so her legs could dangle in the water.
24 - wild - free spirited - socialite/influencer - single
GENDER: female AGE: twenty two D.O.B: 10th june SEXUALITY: pansexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single HOMETOWN: bremen, germany HAIR: long, wavy, brunette EYES: brown HEIGHT: 5ft5 PLAY-BY: lauren sintes
PERSONALITY/LIKES/DISLIKES
Francesca is the definition of a wild child and car crash waiting to happen. She is a very charismatic, confident and sociable girl who loves to party - being known to throw the best in town. She depends way too much on drugs and alcohol, although she isn't addicted - in her opinion. She has a very rebellious nature and will almost always do the opposite of what she is told, especially if the orders have come from her parents.
She's a free spirit who can't and won't be caged. She has impulsive tendencies, often doing things without thinking or caring about the consequences - knowing perfectly well her parents wallets will always bail her out. She is very outspoken and isn't scared to voice her own opinions, often at her parents need to dictate their children's lives. When it comes to her feelings, Frankie is very private, she always has a game face on. She could be having the worst day of her life but would still plaster a smile on her face and pretend like everything is fine.
She prefers to cry behind closed doors, lashing out with a snarky comment if anybody tries to delve deeper. She has her walls up high and well and truly guarded. So much so that even her own family don't know the real her. They only know what she allows them to see. Underneath all of the partying and rebelling is a girl who just wants to be accepted by her family and not seen as the disappointment - which is something she lives up to as it's all she's ever known.
LIKES: drinking, drugs, partying, sleeping, sex, shopping, dressage, dogs, yoga, winding up her parents, reading, being in the know - knowledge is power, certain family functions DISLIKES: her parents, playing by the rules - they’re made to be broken, having her life dictated, hangovers, coming down, paparazzi, her family being disappointed in her, certain family functions, fake friends, relationships STRENGTHS: throwing a great party, working a crowd, dressage, bilingual - german & english FEARS: losing her money, followers or family SECRETS: wishes her parents/siblings wouldn't be disappointed in her
LIFESTYLE
STATUS IN SOCIETY: upper class OCCUPATION: socialite/heiress/influencer WEALTH: richie rich TATTOOS: none SCARS: no DRINK: daily SMOKE: sometimes DRIVE: yes but prefers to be chauffeured HOME: oldaker avenue
FAMILY
FATHER: Fritz Amery Wagner; 51; CEO to a Major Hotel Business MOTHER: Romy Ida Wagner; 47; Chocolatier & novice Equestrian OTHER HALF: single SIBLINGS:LEONIE VIKTORIA WAGNER , ARCHIBALD BARRON WAGNER CHILDREN: none FRIENDS:
Francesca was born on a warm summer's day in June, the oldest child to Romy 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 much to Francesca's relief.
From the day she was born, Francesca had always been a problem child. She would never settle and spent most of her time crying when in her parents arms - most likely sensing how cold they were. As a young child, as soon as she learnt the word 'no' it was her answer to a lot of things - the beginning of her rebellious streak. She spent a lot of her childhood driving the household mad with her energetic outbursts and love of causing havoc. Her younger siblings soon came along, first her sister then her brother and the focus was taken from her to mould their developing minds. The two were more content children, listening to their parents and following their lead, whilst francesca was the complete opposite. She had her own opinions and wasn't afraid to scream the place down to be heard although growing up her parents had the final say and would often force her to wear the right outfits when accompanying them to family outings/functions - almost caging her.
Due to her mother's hobby of all things equestrian, Francesca was thrust onto a horse when she was little and it was one of the only things she actually enjoyed and would willingly do with her mother. She had a natural talent for dressage, finding the discipline calming - which was needed with her whirlwind nature. She thought her mother would enjoy having found some common ground but the woman had to go and ruin it. Seeing her daughters potential, she thrust the child into competing - which she loved to begin with. Her life already revolved around important family functions, having to look or act a certain way, and now she was being forced to be criticised in the one place she felt she had sanctuary. If she didn't win, she was a disappointment. If she did win, she would be critiqued on how she could do better in the future. It was a lose, lose situation and the pressure got too much. She had a huge argument with her mother about leaving the competing scene behind and just riding for pleasure like she used to but the woman didn't want to see her potential go to waste and in spite, sold her horse without caring that in doing so would shatter her daughter's heart.
Fifteen and at the height of her emotions, Francesca finally cracked. She could no longer live up to her parents expectations and have her life dictated anymore. Her rebellious nature reared its head once more and this time it couldn't be caged. She would live up to how her parents saw her - a disappointment. She began going to parties and acting out in school, soon finding their to be no ramifications to her behaviour which only enticed her to up the ante every time to see how far she could push it. Her parents had deep pockets that donated very generously to the school which was dangerous with a girl who wanted to burn the world. She would answer back to her teachers, disrupt lessons and bring alcohol onto the premises to drink with her friends. She unfortunately never got the chance to be expelled as her parents removed her to stop any further embarrassment. She spent her last couple of years of school being home-schooled, trying to hide her away.
As soon as she hit eighteen, she had access to her trust fund and she was pleasantly surprised with the doors money could open. Of course she was used to the rich and lavish lifestyle her parents had brought her up with, but she'd never had access to an unlimited supply of money that she could use however she wanted. Now that her siblings were older and happily fulfilling their duty of being their parent's robots - being groomed to take over the family empire, she was left to her own devices and boy did she enjoy it. Francesca spent her days shopping, jet setting, living the lavish lifestyle and partying - heavily depending on alcohol & drugs,.
She made good use of her father's hotel connections, hopping from city to city spending nights in penthouses and suites whilst bringing a different suitor back to her bed every other night. Through the years she amassed a large following on social media which enabled her to make her own money by hosting parties/events and charging to be a guest appearance at any other events. Over the years she has spent a lot of time in the press (mostly bad) from being blackout drunk in clubs, being caught dancing on tables, doing drugs, etc. You name it, she's probably done it. She will always make the effort to come back home and attend important family functions/parties. Mostly to leave her parents on edge as to whether she will embarrass them or not.
Everything came to a head recently when she was at a club one night. She drank her usual drinks and consumed her favourite drugs but somebody spiked her. The night became a blur and she made a fool out of herself, wildly dancing on tables, falling over - unable to stand on her own feet and possibly flashing other partygoers. She somehow managed to make it home to where her family were hosting an important function filled aristocratic friends and important investors. She stumbled in much to her parents horror/embarrassment and collapsed in front of everyone from a suspected drug overdose. Ashamed and not wanting the family name being tainted by the media, as soon as she was out of hospital, she and her siblings were shipped over to England while their father did damage control. As soon as they got to england, her mother checked her into rehab, ignoring her protests of how she was spiked and didn't overdose on purpose but the woman wouldn't listen, giving more fuel to her anger towards her parents.
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24 - wild - free spirited - socialite/influencer - single
“Possibly, but then I’d have to pay off more to make sure the story looked legit.” She half smirked and gave a light shrug of her shoulders. ”Fair enough.” She responded, taking another sip of her drink. “Yeah? It’s like they forget that we’ve been seen almost everywhere.”She snorted and nodded in agreement. ”I know right. . Mother clearly thinks the rest of the world don’t have access to social media or magazines.” She said, rolling her eyes. “How are your siblings handling it?” She let out a long sigh and pressed her lips into a grim line. ”I haven’t seen them since we left but I imagine they currently hate me more than usual.” She guessed. She wasn’t ready to face them yet either. “And how are you doing? Other than so-called running away.” She supressed a laugh and looked at her cousin. ”Well if you didn’t see from the news, I apparently overdosed, made a show of the family and was shipped off to rehab, where I’ve just escaped from after two weeks of hell.” She smiled. ”I was spiked but nobody believes me.” She said bitterly before finishing her drink.
She kept her body angled towards her cousin, making it clear that she would be trying to make conversation whether he was in the mood to or not. It had been a long time since she had seen him and she was keen to get the gossip. “Is that what they still believe?” She smirked at his response and shrugged her shoulders half-heartedly. ”Believe, I doubt it but still spinning that story to the public, very much so.” Her aunt and uncle probably thought their beloved son had been kidnapped at first but with their power and resources, she very much doubted they still did but still kept the story going to save face with the public. It wouldn’t be a good look if it was public knowledge the future prince had done a runner.
She didn’t blame him though; she’d turned her own life into a car crash to avoid the responsibilities of her own family legacy. If they’d thrown an arranged marriage on top of that, she probably would have run away too. “I’d rather wish they thought I was dead, so they would stop looking.” She took another drink of her vodka and gave him a sympathetic look. ”Well you could always fake it, buy a death certificate or something” She suggested. “I guess I could ask the same for you, as well. I hear your siblings were dragged quite far, too.” She gave a roll of her eyes and half huffed in annoyance. ”My mother’s over reacting as usual. Trying to avoid people talking by moving the three of us here, out of the wealthy public eye.” She snorted. Her mother was clearly forgetting how well known her daughter was and moving to a small town in another country would not keep her name out of the press.
Francesca sat in the back of a taxi as she made the shorty journey from town to the new family property. She had managed to swindle some money for a cab from her long lost cousin which saved her from having to use her legs as transportation. Running into her cousin had been a coincidence but now she was wondering if her parents had an inkling he had been living there. It would definitely be something to bring up with her siblings. As the car pulled into the driveway, she took a good look at the house for the first time. It wasn't as extravagant as their house back home in Germany but it would do. When the car rolled to a stop, she sighed, half wishing she had brought a drink with her to ease her nervous stomach. She really wasn't in the mood to be yelled at by her mother with the whole 'you're a disappointment who brings shame on this family' spiel. She'd heard it a thousand times before. It may have been the truth but she was tired of hearing it.
Frankie paid the driver and got out of the car, heading up to the large front door. It had only been two weeks. She could do this. She had gone months without seeing her family but this time was different. The last time she'd seen her siblings, she had passed out in front of them, almost dying. Her parents hadn't let them visit while she had been in hospital then the second she had landed in England, she had been sent straight to rehab. She rested a hand on the door handle, suddenly feeling like a little girl again. But just like back then, there wouldn't be anyone to comfort her now.
She inhaled deeply, giving herself a mental pep talk in order to plaster on her usual façade. The personality made for the outside world to protect her surprisingly fragile mind. Frankie pushed open the door, taking in the well decorated hallway - of course her mother had gotten the place up to standards before they'd arrived. She heard the voices of her siblings as she closed the door behind her. "Frankie?" She turned back around to see her brother, smirking a little at the gobsmacked look on his face. "Now now Archibald, didn't mother ever tell you it's rude to stare?" She chastised jokingly. "What is it this time?" She heard the voice of her sister and just about stopped her eyes from rolling. Well it seemed like all the wagner children lost their manners when mummy wasn't home. "You can't tell me you're cured." She curled her lips into a slight smirk. "Oh honey, there's nothing to cure." She said, taking off her sunglasses. "So, where is mother dearest?"
Francesca removed her black gucci sunglasses and placed them down on the bar in front of her whilst crossing one leg over the other. Her eyes roamed over the brunette behind the bar as she got to work making her drink, half smirking as she was caught and winked at in return. Maybe this tiny town wouldn't be so bad. She heard somebody walk past behind her and glanced over as the male sat down, not paying him much attention until she heard him speak. “I’ll have a mule please.” A voice she hadn't heard in a long time but one she would recognise anywhere. She half smirked, picking up her things to move to the seat next to him. "Abend Alexi." she greeted, her hand wrapping around the glass that was placed down in front of her. "Thanks. .he's paying." She smiled, watching as the other woman got to work on her cousins drink. She took a sip of her drink, savouring the taste for a moment before turning slightly in her chair to face the male. "So this is where you disappeared to. . so you weren't kidnapped then cuz?" She asked, half smirking at the stupid rumour his parents believed.
White trainers stepped off of the bus in the new hell hole she would be calling home. The brunette would never be caught dead on public transport but desperate times called for desperate measures. After upheaving the family from Germany to a tiny town in England, her mother had shipped her straight off to rehab. Yes she may have overdosed, made a fool out of herself then collapsed. .but she didn’t have a problem – she was spiked. Francesca knew her limits when it came to alcohol and drugs; she knew what she could take with what and what drugs to never mix.
She had lasted a little under two weeks at rehab. After kicking off didn’t work, she played the long game, going along with all the mandatory shit they expected patients to do until she seized her opportunity and escaped this morning. She had spent most of the day trying to figure out how to get to the damn town. Her mother had taken her phone and debit/credit cards away before sending her to the facility which left her with no money to take a taxi. She had fortunately found twenty euros in her coat pocket and upon playing dumb with the bus driver and pretending there was a language barrier, he had reluctantly taken the money and given her change in the right currency.
Francesca was definitely not ready to find the location of their new house and face the impending wrath of her mother – who no doubt would know by now that she had checked herself out so she walked through the high street of the town of Hickstead until she came across the club which just so happened to be open. Smiling, the girl headed inside and went straight over to the bar, taking a seat as she took off her coat, placing it on her lap. ”I’ll have a vodka tonic please.”
full name • francesca thalia wagner nicknames • frankie, chessy, chesca, age • 24 birthday • 10th june occupation • socialite/influencer/heiress gender • female sexuality • pansexual
the appearance
face claim• lauren sintes
identifying features• deep chocolate brown eyes, long brunette hair that will either be styled straight or beach waves, full pale pink lips. always has a phone in her hand.
the personality
likes • drinking, drugs, partying, sleeping, sex, shopping, dressage, dogs, yoga, winding up her parents, reading, being in the know - knowledge is power, certain family functions dislikes • her parents, playing by the rules - they’re made to be broken, having her life dictated, hangovers, coming down, paparazzi, her family being disappointed in her, certain family functions, fake friends, relationships strengths • throwing a great party working a crowd dressage bilingual - german & english weaknesses • impulsive addiction issues dreams • for her parents to not be disappointed in her fears • losing her money, followers or family overall personality • Francesca is the definition of a wild child and car crash waiting to happen. She is a very charismatic, confident and sociable girl who loves to party - being known to throw the best in town. She depends way too much on drugs and alcohol, although she isn't addicted - in her opinion. She has a very rebellious nature and will almost always do the opposite of what she is told, especially if the orders have come from her parents.
She's a free spirit who can't and won't be caged. She has impulsive tendencies, often doing things without thinking or caring about the consequences - knowing perfectly well her parents wallets will always bail her out. She is very outspoken and isn't scared to voice her own opinions, often at her parents need to dictate their children's lives. When it comes to her feelings, Frankie is very private, she always has a game face on. She could be having the worst day of her life but would still plaster a smile on her face and pretend like everything is fine.
She prefers to cry behind closed doors, lashing out with a snarky comment if anybody tries to delve deeper. She has her walls up high and well and truly guarded. So much so that even her own family don't know the real her. They only know what she allows them to see. Underneath all of the partying and rebelling is a girl who just wants to be accepted by her family and not seen as the disappointment - which is something she lives up to as it's all she's ever known.
the history
father • Fritz Amery Wagner; 51; CEO to a Major Hotel Business mother • Romy Ida Wagner; 47; Chocolatier & novice Equestrian siblings • LEONIE VIKTORIA WAGNER ; Heiress, Showjumper, Business & Accountant Student ARCHIBALD BARRON WAGNER ; Nationally Ranked Horse Polo Star; High School Student important people • none hometown • Bremen, Germany overall history • Francesca was born on a warm summer's day in June, the oldest child to Romy 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 much to Francesca's relief.
From the day she was born, Francesca had always been a problem child. She would never settle and spent most of her time crying when in her parents arms - most likely sensing how cold they were. As a young child, as soon as she learnt the word 'no' it was her answer to a lot of things - the beginning of her rebellious streak. She spent a lot of her childhood driving the household mad with her energetic outbursts and love of causing havoc. Her younger siblings soon came along, first her sister then her brother and the focus was taken from her to mould their developing minds. The two were more content children, listening to their parents and following their lead, whilst francesca was the complete opposite. She had her own opinions and wasn't afraid to scream the place down to be heard although growing up her parents had the final say and would often force her to wear the right outfits when accompanying them to family outings/functions - almost caging her.
Due to her mother's hobby of all things equestrian, Francesca was thrust onto a horse when she was little and it was one of the only things she actually enjoyed and would willingly do with her mother. She had a natural talent for dressage, finding the discipline calming - which was needed with her whirlwind nature. She thought her mother would enjoy having found some common ground but the woman had to go and ruin it. Seeing her daughters potential, she thrust the child into competing - which she loved to begin with. Her life already revolved around important family functions, having to look or act a certain way, and now she was being forced to be criticised in the one place she felt she had sanctuary. If she didn't win, she was a disappointment. If she did win, she would be critiqued on how she could do better in the future. It was a lose, lose situation and the pressure got too much. She had a huge argument with her mother about leaving the competing scene behind and just riding for pleasure like she used to but the woman didn't want to see her potential go to waste and in spite, sold her horse without caring that in doing so would shatter her daughter's heart.
Fifteen and at the height of her emotions, Francesca finally cracked. She could no longer live up to her parents expectations and have her life dictated anymore. Her rebellious nature reared its head once more and this time it couldn't be caged. She would live up to how her parents saw her - a disappointment. She began going to parties and acting out in school, soon finding their to be no ramifications to her behaviour which only enticed her to up the ante every time to see how far she could push it. Her parents had deep pockets that donated very generously to the school which was dangerous with a girl who wanted to burn the world. She would answer back to her teachers, disrupt lessons and bring alcohol onto the premises to drink with her friends. She unfortunately never got the chance to be expelled as her parents removed her to stop any further embarrassment. She spent her last couple of years of school being home-schooled, trying to hide her away.
As soon as she hit eighteen, she had access to her trust fund and she was pleasantly surprised with the doors money could open. Of course she was used to the rich and lavish lifestyle her parents had brought her up with, but she'd never had access to an unlimited supply of money that she could use however she wanted. Now that her siblings were older and happily fulfilling their duty of being their parent's robots - being groomed to take over the family empire, she was left to her own devices and boy did she enjoy it. Francesca spent her days shopping, jet setting, living the lavish lifestyle and partying - heavily depending on alcohol & drugs,.
She made good use of her father's hotel connections, hopping from city to city spending nights in penthouses and suites whilst bringing a different suitor back to her bed every other night. Through the years she amassed a large following on social media which enabled her to make her own money by hosting parties/events and charging to be a guest appearance at any other events. Over the years she has spent a lot of time in the press (mostly bad) from being blackout drunk in clubs, being caught dancing on tables, doing drugs, etc. You name it, she's probably done it. She will always make the effort to come back home and attend important family functions/parties. Mostly to leave her parents on edge as to whether she will embarrass them or not.
Everything came to a head recently when she was at a club one night. She drank her usual drinks and consumed her favourite drugs but somebody spiked her. The night became a blur and she made a fool out of herself, wildly dancing on tables, falling over - unable to stand on her own feet and possibly flashing other partygoers. She somehow managed to make it home to where her family were hosting an important function filled aristocratic friends and important investors. She stumbled in much to her parents horror/embarrassment and collapsed in front of everyone from a suspected drug overdose. Ashamed and not wanting the family name being tainted by the media, as soon as she was out of hospital, she and her siblings were shipped over to England while their father did damage control. As soon as they got to england, her mother checked her into rehab, ignoring her protests of how she was spiked and didn't overdose on purpose but the woman wouldn't listen, giving more fuel to her anger towards her parents.
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