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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The men were still side eyeing her, like they were mulling over if they wanted to go through the trouble of hitting a girl, if it was part of their standards or not. Truthfully, Perdita dared them too, she practically egged them with her eyes. The woman was ready to be underestimated, ready to be taken advantage of just so she could bruise and bloody her knuckles. Sure, perhaps it was cheating, unlike these men, she still had her wits about her - not drunk off of rage and testosterone and booze. It would be unfair, but Perdita didn't really care about what was fair anymore, not since everything had been taken away.
Their eyes stared to her before fleeting around, to each other, to the shadows. The latter did not go unnoticed by Perdita. A frown graced her lips, wondering what was up when a brooding voice stepped up behind her: "It's on the house." Everyone shuffled away, fast, like prey who stumbled upon a predator. Glancing towards the voice now, the bar had parted ways for a man, "And another, just to show my hospitality." Her frown turned into a smirk, chocolate brown eyes staring at the suited man. He was different from the rest of his lot, his command held the room. Tall, dark, and handsome. Stupidly handsome with the type of broodiness that she'd want to take to bed with her. An Alpha male, king of this land and not to be taken advantage of. Well, Perdita Delgado-Vaughn certainly loved a challenge.
She moved forward now, like a lioness closing in on a gazelle, graceful stalking as she moved up to the bar now, "Someone knows how to command a room," Perdita purred now, leading up against the bar. She motioned for the bar tender to slid her that shot. It wasn't long before it soon appeared in front of her, her brown eyes looking back to the stranger, "And while I appreciate the gesture, I could have taken care of myself." Her fingers grasped the shot glass now, picking it up before kicking back the drink in one swift motion, "My name's Perdita. Do I get to keep your company for the night or is this a hit and run?"
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
She had clearly forgotten what Zahira had been like over the years of them not talking. It was actually rather annoying, but in this moment, beggars couldn't be choosers. The woman couldn't exactly remember why the cousin before her was considered a black sheep, probably just the fact that she left to go do her own thing, "I prefer you over Dante and Gael." Perdita replied flatly, brown eyes looking past her cousin now to take in the tiny apartment. Didn't look like she had put much decoration into it, but if she was a bounty hunter supposedly, Zahira was probably always on the run - or on guard, by that knife she was holding. The two of them studied each other, and the other young woman made no move to hide that judgement behind her eyes. Perdita could only imagine.
"Excellent." At least there would be whiskey and black coffee, if nothing else, to temper this moment between them, or perhaps the next twenty four hours. There was still a chance that Zahira could reject her, the bond between them was not that strong, and it has become clear that family wasn't always a loyalty. Guess her little cousin played the same way that her half brothers did. Perdita watched as the young woman peered into the hallway before closing her eyes, earning an eyeroll while her back was still turned. She followed after Zahira now, proving once more to be out of touch with the young woman: "Did that make you feel less guilty?" Well - she walked right into that one, "No. Not guilty. Just...annoyed I picked the wrong side of family."
Following her to the kitchen, it looked slightly more alive if not chaotic. The knife was away now, put back into its block and Perdita made no comment. She simply leaned against a small kitchen table now, watching Zahira work her way around between taking out mugs and flipping on a kettle. Then the confirmation came: her baby cousin was bounty hunting, and it had nothing to do with the family. No wonder she considered herself a black sheep, Manuel Delgado probably hadn't been too happy about that, but if memory served her, he also babied Zahira because she was, well, a girl, and no girl ever likes that, "Ah....pays well?" Might as well ask. Brown eyes watched as the whiskey was poured and stirred, then the coffee, and then finally, the mug was handed to her followed by 'the question': "So, you clearly didn't come for a coffee and catch up, what are you expecting from this social call?"
A sigh escaped Perdita, it was bound to come up sooner rather than later, "Good thing you handed me this mug," she said now, as she took a huge sip, before continuing on,"Apparently I wasn't my father's daughter - so I lost my hold on the Ortega family." The woman took another generous sip now, "I need a couch to stay on for a bit."
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
Perdita Delgado-Vaughn couldn't believe it even when her brown eyes laid upon the scene. In some derelict building, there was a fight going on before her - a cage match, and there was a substantial crowd. The cheers and jeers were loud, bouncing off the walls. It was shocking the vibrating didn't send the police coming, but perhaps, given the part of town, nobody was here to call. She hadn't been expecting to find this place, the location supposedly changes each night they schedule, yet here she was, at Willow Bridge's Underground Fight Club for lack of a better word. Guess they didn't get the rule about how no one talks about Fight Club.
There were all sorts of people here it looked like, and all sorts of fighters ranging from tattoo and bulky to lean and scrappy. One thing she noticed though, all fighters were men. Woman were just there to cheer. It made her roll her eyes, mainly to herself. Perdita had come here alone, sans either of her three cousins. That was fine. They were still warming up to her, and she didn't feel like pushing it nor felt like walking a verbal tight rope. It felt like that was all what Perdita did as of late, watch her mouth, and it was really starting to bother her. How had she sunken so fucking low since losing it all in Valencia?
Angry now at the thought, she clocked a make shift bar off to the side - serving only god knows what, but that didn't matter. She slinked her way through the crowd, going unnoticed as eyes were too busy on the cage match inside. Making her way to the bar now, Perdita waved down the bar tended and got herself a shot of whiskey. The burn was an ugly reminder. She finished, placing the small glass down with such anger and asked for another. The young woman turned her back now, watching the fight before someone slammed into her, "Hey! Watch it!" Her snap was angry, bitchy. Her temper flared more as she made eye contact with some drunken idiot who thought he could get lucky. He never got a chance. One step in, and she already sidestepped, swing her elbow up high to clock him in the temple before her hand slammed his skull down into the bar, knocking him out.
She watched in satisfaction as body crumbled to the ground, the crowd around them going quiet as she looked up now, "Is any one else going to interrupt my drink?" And just like that, everything went back to normal. Or, as normal as what could be for the situation. Yet, Perdita still felt eyes boring into her from somewhere, and as she took a sip of her shot now, she waited to see if they would make themselves known.
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
As soon as the snort escaped Zahira Delgado - Perdita knew she had made a mistaken and came to the wrong cousin: "You think I'm here because I'm daddy's left ear right now?" Ah, typical Zahira and her bitchy replies. Granted, the older woman knew she should have expected that. It was not surprising to hear the younger woman add on that she and her father were not on speaking terms after her earlier outburst. "My mistake. I went where I was told, and you were first on my list." If matters were different, Perdita might have gotten bitchy right back, but she didn't really have options right now - and for the moment, the Delgados were family that she trusted. Clearly though, the woman would have to brush up on that family drama too since apparently she walked into it.
Brown eyes watched the younger woman now as she informed her of her plight, studying her for any insight into what Zahira may be thinking. She was very good, however, of not letting anything on and appeared to be rather careful with her word choice. A simple and basic 'i see' to fill the void of a reaction. At least her puppy comment got her a reaction, as finally, the young woman stepped back: "By all means, but I'm guessing you're in need for something a bit harder than caffeine." For the first time since knocking on that apartment door, Perdita smiled, "I mix whiskey and black coffee, but I am happy to just take the whiskey or whatever else you may have," she replied now, taking a step forward and crossing into the threshold, "Sounds like I'm not the only one who needs a drink...I'm sorry...that I've been out of touch with you."
Despite their age difference, she still remembered faint childhood memories on the beach with Zahira, along with her siblings Dante and Gael, whom she was closer with in age. Besides, in this world, women had to look out for each other, something that Perdita had neglected to do with Zahira despite being true family, "So, what are you doing in this dinky little town, anyway?" She asked, before nodding towards the back of the apartment now, showing Zahira that she could lead the way - if she trusted Perdita to walk behind her at least.
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
When Grey had pointed out that life wasn't exactly simple when one had a bounty on their head, the vaguest of memories popped into her head. That's right, there had been a bounty on him. In all of the bewilderment to discover that she had half siblings thanks to her real father, and then the excitement of figuring out where one was, the rest of the information had been chucked out of her brain, "Oh, right. Well, I'm not a bounty hunter." But her cousin was. Best to not bring that up, not today at least. Her mouth did twist in thought though, wondering if Zahira somehow had the connections to make that disappear. Note to self, Perdita thought.
It was funny listening to Grey bitch to her now about his own half of the family, given that he had displayed a complete disinterest in her own bitching. Whatever, she could let him bitch about his father and Sarah. Perhaps what bothered her more was that she hadn't figured out their whereabouts even though it had been so simple - per Grey that is, "So, what you're saying is don't bother." Perdita didn't know what to think of that, it was rather annoying to discover that the other half of her genetics came from a drunken gutter rat and that her adoptive father had been truly the best of everything. A frown sat on her face, "What did my mother see in him then..." It was more for her own musings than Grey's, he'd just say something insulting.
Rounding back on dark histories though, a sigh escaped her, "Well, that's disappointing. I thought that since you were so connected, well, I guess no longer, but I thought our father would have been the same way." So, the woman was going to be on her own unless she could sway Grey. Chocolate brown eyes stared at the man across from her, looking utterly indifferent to her. It was frustrating, how differently they were treating this situation. Perdita had lost everything, while Grey had lost nothing as far as she was concerned, "Well, good thing I found you first then and not them." What did he have to loose though? Surely not this truck and trailer.
She noticed how his brow raised at her offer to help, and he went on to explain his business. And then mentioned how he still had ten horses to do. Perdita kept her face mutual, shit, that was not the type of work she was offering to help with. But damnit, she wasn't going to back down now, especially if this was an attempt to get to know him, "I can help," Perdita reiterated stubbornly, "How hard can it be to hold a horse for you?"
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
He really liked to go for the whole cold and callous look, she would give him that. Perdita supposed it was a look that had served her half brother well during his time in London. It did however, make her ponder, if that look was permanently glued to his face, then how on earth could he carry on simple relationships such as friendship or even romance? To her, Grey did nothing more then give the impression he just hated everyone and everything, to include her. Along with that, he voiced his own opinion that he didn't care what she felt. Dark brown eyes rolled, "Really? You're the one who was ready to brandish a knife earlier in our conversation." And yet, Perdita was certain that she knew what his answer would be: I don't care.
To Grey's credit, he shockingly let her rant to her little heart's content without any interruption but perhaps it was simply because he found her childish verses actually caring. Somehow, the young woman was willing to believe it was the former. It was beginning to dawn on Perdita that maybe there was a reason that Sarah Vaughn was hard to find - because clearly, they all were crazy. And then came the follow up question: Why? Why was she here? Perdita supposed that that was the million dollar question, because truth be told, she was certain either. Yes, she was curious, it was hard to not be. There was a whole half a family that she never knew about, not really, and after the 'adopted' half for a lack of better word, turned out to be a piece of power hungry shits, then perhaps she thought, the Vaughns would be different.
Yet, it was becoming clearer and clear, that they, or at least, Grey Vaugh, would be just as unwelcoming to her as her own Ortega half siblings. Grey wasn't done with his questions though, or his attempts, to possibly make her feel like shit. Dark brown eyes narrowed as he continued to talk, ignoring that constricting feeling coming up in her throat and the burning feeling in her eyes. She would not cry. Mobsters don't cry. Only the weak cried and showed any emotion other than anger. Vulnerability was earned, and Grey clearly didn't have it earned. He didn't want it either. The man simply wanted to chase her off, just like the Ortegas did to her out of Spain. Maybe it was good that the Delgados come through to her because her cousins might just be the only ones who truly end up being her family.
She crossed her arms, and leaned her shoulder into the wall, casually standing there to avoid feeling rigid, even though her body wanted to fight it. Breathe in, breathe out, "You're right," Perdita said flatly, "I did loose everything. My mother and adopted father have been dead for a while. But my half siblings pushed me out, so I have nothing to go back to." Other than to reclaim an Empire, but that was a long game, and that might be on the back burner until she could figure her shit out. Perdita carried on, "As for Sarah, I couldn't find her. You were the easiest to track down, simple as that." But why did she want him? Deep down, was it that she wanted to be loved instead of feared? The young woman didn't know, and that was a question she didn't want to deal with right now, "As for...Aiden...I don't know." It felt too silly to call someone else 'father' when he hadn't wanted to deal with her and her mother.
At least he agreed to the DNA test, if nothing else, Perdita wanted to prove a point to his stubborn ass. But it was curious how he told her that he had stuff to do. The young woman cocked her head, "Stuff to do? What kind of stuff?" Surely, it was stuff that he deemed none of her business, and Perdita was already prepared to have that thrown back in her face, "Maybe I can help you..."
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
Perdita heard the muttering from beyond the door in front of her. It would appear that she may have awaken her cousin, which came to no surprise. While she could not make out of the words of the young woman, it was clear that she was not happen with having her rest disturbed. Well, tough luck for her. Given her circumstances, it was hard to have any sort of sympathy at the moment. Perdita felt her impatience grow by the minute - what on earth was she doing in there? Putting on make up? Finally though, she heard footsteps right on the other side of the door and decided to make herself known. The woman let her words hang in the air, and sure enough, the bolts to the door unlocked and reviled her cousin: one Zahira Miran Delgado.
A perfectly manicured eyebrow arched as she stared at the knife in her cousin's hand. Zahira grasp on it appeared relaxed, but still retained enough tension to go into action. Well, what a way to great a family member. Perdita supposed it was called for though, it was hard to trust outsiders to an immediate family, and its not as if she herself had the most trusting of personality or record. "Perd?" Zahira eyebrows were raised as well, "What the fuck are you doing here?" The question could not help but to make her scowl. Why was it that everyone seemed so surprised and caught off guard to see her? It was getting really annoying at this rate. Perdita cocked her head now, "Did your parents not tell you?" After all, it was Zahira's very parents that informed her of where her cousins were, "I...I lost my hold on the Ortega Family." The bitterness in her voice was sharp enough to cut through a piece of wood, "One of my brothers is in control...one of my...half brothers." God, even saying it out loud only made her bitterness grow, "Can I come inside? Or are you going to keep me out here like some beaten puppy?"
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
"Accent means shit. And if a hammer isn't enough, I can make arrangements otherwise." She rolled his eyes, if he was attempting to scare her, he'd have to try harder than that. While she was no longer the head of her family, she hadn't gotten there by being afraid of some men and their threats, "Ooooo, am I suppose to be afraid?" If he can mouth off to her along with bitch and moan, then the woman felt like that she should be allowed the same rules then in this relationship - whatever it may be. It was so annoying how unimpressed he looked with her, and it just made Perdita all the more infuriated. It reminded her of all the looks back in Valencia - like she was some girl to not be taken seriously. Joke was all on them though, since Perdita had gotten the last laugh.
Until she didn't.
Just like now. Dark brown eyes watched Grey as he barely looked through her package and her annoyance simply skyrocketed which was annoying, since she had to keep it in check. Her anger would get her no where with him, that much was clear. Her half brother appeared to be just as stubborn as she was, which was proven to be an annoyance in itself. Didn't he get the memo that only she was allowed to be like this? Guess not though as he spoke to her again, "And why should I believe this?" he grunted at her, "A stack of love letters in a man's writing I don't recognize, a birth certificate that could be forged. The photos don't mean much to me, that is not a man I recognize. So, give me proof. Actual proof. Not this." Oh my god, she wanted to ring his fucking thick tattooed neck, or better yet, take a garrote. And he wasn't even done with her yet.
Perdita watched as he leaned back, acting like he was the coolest fucking kid on the block. It was beginning to feel like he was speaking to her as if she were nothing more than a mere child, "You know, this is all amazingly coincidental - given how hard I buried myself, how much time I have put into avoiding contact from people. So you've had to dig and reach out to people I couldn't trust with a fucking paper clip. The fact you nailed me here means people talked, and that means trouble." Maybe this is why dear Sarah was utterly impossible to find, because she didn't want to talk to her brother again because he was utterly annoying.
She threw her hands up, feigning annoyance and exasperation over this whole situation. It made her feel like that stupid emoji. The young woman couldn't get over how she told him that she was his sister and all what he wanted to obsess over right now was that she apparently pulled off the impossible of finding him. Perdita didn't get what the big ordeal was to him, "Well, that was your fucking problem, Grey. If you didn't trust them with a paper clip, then maybe you should have killed them." She cocked her head now, feeling that bitchy attitude rising more within her, "It's not my fucking fault you sucked at disappearing. And if you really want cold hard proof, that we can go to a hospital and do a DNA test. I got nothing to hide." She crossed her arms now, "We can even go now, because quite frankly, I have all the time in the world."
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
Dark eyes noticed how as soon as she mentioned that she had thought someone lived in that sorry excuse for a trailer did something pass through the man's eyes. All of that fun and games attitude seemed to vanish from him, and Perdita felt her own senses crackle as he bent down to touch his boot and calf. Her eyes narrowed, a move she knew well, and immediately she felt her guard go up. The woman cursed herself for not packing heat, feeling stupid now considering what had been dug on on Grey Vaugh and the contacts she had maimed in her quest to find him. If this was him, that is. As cold blue eyes glared at her now, Perdita decidedly aimed her own cold, sour expression at him, "With the number of women I work for that look like you, dressed to the nines, I wouldn't put it past you. And if I'm wrong, whatever."
Ughs. How rude. Her head pulled back a little, taken aback from the attack on her attire, "Whatever." She muttered under her breath, starting to get annoyed. This Guiri was beginning to piss her off, but ironically enough, it had been Perdita who had finally struck a nerve by mentioning, apparently, his name, "I am Grey Vaughn, and I don't know who the fuck you are coming here or what business you have with me, but clearly it's not related to my work. And if those dead-end fuckers from London sent you, I will break your knees and get rid of you - I haven't lost my taste for blood. So what do you want? Hmm? Spit it out." The woman bristled at his threat, her fists clenching tightly as she glared at him. Her half brother was a fucking dick and acting like a jack rabbit cracked up on drugs while caught in a snare. This was so annoying, being talked down to like this. In Spain, she'd had ended people for lesser insults and now here she was trying to reason.
"Do I look and sound like I'm from London?" she spat back, "And I can assure you, it will take a lot more than a fucking hammer to end me." Wait, the woman realized that she had to reason here, not set off. But it was so annoying. She didn't want to back down, not from this motherfucker. And yet, Perdita relented. Her fists relaxed and she held up her hands in defeat, but it was hard to keep that bitchy attitude off of her face, "Listen Grey, I believe we're getting off on the wrong foot," her hand moved to her bag slowly now, "I'm pulling out paperwork. Do. Not. Fucking. Do. Anything. There's no need for a brawl to start out here. I'd hate to get you fired from this place." That was a lie, she'd fucking relish it right now. Her hands gripped the heavy stack and pulled it out before tossing on the work bench.
Dark brown eyes glared at the stack bitterly, neatly wrapped up with twine. Her birth cert - the real one - all of the corresponding letters between their father and her mother, one to two photographs, and then the rejected letters that daddy dearest had no longer answered to her mother. Time for someone's world to be wrecked just like her's was. Her gaze flickered back to his cold blue ones, her own anger rifling through her, "My name is Perdita Delgado-Vaughn," she said now, "And James Aiden Vaughn is my biological father." Fuck you, Gray, "So that makes you my half brother." Check and mate.
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
What the fuck. Why wasn't this door opening up? And just like that, a voice came from behind her along with the loud bang of something dropping: "You always knock on the back of trailers?" Perdita whipped around fast, coming face to face with a man, who maybe had a year or two on her as far as age went. He had a brow raised, staring at her like she was one of the stupidest people on the planet. Her temper flared under the surface, "I thought someone lived in there." Saying it out loud made the reality of how stupid this was sink in though and now she was pissed that her half brother decided to be a hobo and make her knock on stupid horse trailers.
Chocolate brown eyes watched him suspiciously now as he moved and went to work, lowering the ramp of the trailer before he picked up his stuff and headed inside. She stared after him incredulously. This cannot be fucking Grey Vaughn. Unfortunately in the back of her mind, Perdita could kinda see some smidgen of a resemblance between the two of them. But she wouldn't jump to conclusions yet without that name leaving his lips. The young woman waltzed around the corner now to see him putting down some various torture devices on the bench located inside now. She cocked her head curiously at them, wondering what they could be used for before he asked her a question, "So, what are you looking for - regular trim, correction, therapeutic?"
Now it was her turn to arch an eyebrow, "What?" Her gaze moved to the instruments again, and it suddenly dawned on her that they were not human torture devices, they were used on horses. The very animal that lived on the premise, "Do I look like I ride one of those furry beasts?" She asked impatiently now. This was not going how she imagined at all and then it suddenly occurred to her that if this was Grey Vaughn, he must have been kept in the dark as well. What father was going to admit that he had an affair with a woman linked to a violent Mobster family? Normally, Perdita could outmaster and outwait the best of people, patience was usually her thing. Unfortunately, given that her world had been upended, she wanted to wreck someone else's life like her's had, "Are you Grey Vaugh?" she asked now, "Or if not, where is he? I know he lives here."
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
Perdita hoped that her Aunt and Uncle had warned her cousins that she was now in the town of Hickstead or else they were about to have a very rude awakening. Her plane had arrived at 7 in the morning, having taken a red eye from London last night. The young woman was angery, mainly at herself, for getting so sloppy and figuring that she had everything figured out back home. She was also angry at her dead mother - which in itself - felt a little disrespectful but since it wasn't the month of November, Perdita didn't give a fuck. Her mother's stupidity for undying love had been what had gotten her on a one way ticket to fucking Hickstead, England of all places. The young woman was certain that on the drive from the airport that she had counted more sheep and horses then she did people.
It was hard to believe that there were even Delgados in this place of the world - it just seemed so...quiet. Plain. Boring. But there had to be something to the city if Manuel and Daniela had sent BOTH Zahira and Dante here. Not only would Perdita have them, but she managed to pinpoint down one of her half siblings on her birth father's side and ironically enough, they too were located in this godforsaken town. There was also the issue of a job, something that the young woman didn't bother thinking about yet. With her resume nothing but murder, threatening, gun slinging, and charcuterie board sampling, it struck Perdita that finding something here might be a little hard - especially if she required work that wasn't peasant manual labor.
The cab dropped her off outside of Woodbain Flats now, she gave the money without thanking him and headed out on her way. She took the lift up to the third floor where conveniently both of her cousins lived. Not together, but next door to each other, given by the apartment numbers that had been passed to her. The young woman hauled her bags down the hallway before stopping outside of 038 and 039. Chocolate brown eyes narrowed, deciding between the two before side stepping to the left and picking 039. Perdita had never been one for feelings, but given her situation, if she somehow was going to magically feel something, she rather bare it to Zahira over Dante. Chicks before Dicks. Not bothering to check the time, she pounded on the door now and for good measure incase there was a loaded gun on the otherside of that door, she barked, "Zahira! It's Perdita!"
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
It took a lot of research, ugly threats, and coffee, but the young woman had finally figured out where one of her half siblings lived. She was still trying to get her head wrapped around the idea of having half siblings, well, unknown half siblings. Ones that were not poisoned against her and looking for a fight or a knife to stab her in the back with. The briefest thought of Santiago and Nino brought a bitter taste to Perdita Delgado-Orte-wait, no, Perdita Delgado-Vaughn, that's what she was called now. How close they had been when they were younger, but people sowed ugly thoughts into their minds and corrupted them against her. Perhaps if they hadn't been so stupid, she would have never made her moves to take over the family. Maybe she could have sat in the back like a good little supporter. Voicing the idea out loud sounded stupid, things would have still repeated.
Besides, that wasn't what mattered now. What mattered was that she was stuck in this little horse & sheep town with her cousins. And while they were aware of her, this brother was not and Perdita aimed to change that. The Vaughns were a mystery to her - she only had letters to go off of from her mother to her apparent father. Reading all of those letters, everything made sense as to why so many in the Ortega were against her. Not only was she the product of a cheating wife, she was the product of someone who wasn't even from Spain. The nerve. Shaking her head, she cleared her thoughts as her vehicle approached Blue Arces Stables. She needed a clear mind for this, Perdita knew she was about to swing a sledge hammer into Grey Vaughn's world and the young woman was determined to not be thrown out of it.
Stepping out of her car, brown chocolate eyes looked around before spotting what she needed. A car and trailer - the young woman was certain that it was an animal trailer retrofitted to accommodate a human. It was so strange and a frown couldn't help but to set on her face. This was the kind of offspring her birth father generated? Ignoring the curious looks she was getting, Perdita marched across the yard now and stopped outside of the trailer, at least the human looking part of it, and impatiently rapped her knuckles on the door. Her face bore a determined, willful look - it was time to meet this Grey Vaughn.
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full name • Perdita Fortuna Delgado-Vaugh - Formerly Delgado-Ortega nicknames • 'The Huntress'; 'Gun Slinger Perdy'; Outsider; False Ortega age • Twenty Nine birthday • January 14 occupation • Unemployed - Will Be Harassing Cousins or Half Brother about work gender • Female sexuality • Exploring
the appearance
face claim• Jeanine Mason
identifying features• Standing at exactly 5 foot 4 inches, Perdita is considered average height or small by certain people's standards. She has a muscular frame, that always seems tight with tension, along with curves that she is very much proud of and likes to show off. She has wavy dark hair that falls just below her chest and light brown eyes, that are often done up with eyeliner and mascara. She has this tattoo on her right upper thigh; this tattoo on her right shoulder & back half, and this tattoo on her left side ribcage.
the personality
likes • Black Coffee, Early Mornings, Bara Bread, Spreads - jams, marmalades, & chutney,; Farm Raised Butter & Cheese, Revolvers, Target Practice, Fresh Fruit, Black Dogs, Folkore - Traditional Spain and Mexican, Getting Even dislikes • The Ortegas, Light Nights, Bad Fruit, Needy People, People getting away with things, the United Kingdom's Gun Laws - she's not getting no cert from the Police, People talking bad about her deceased mother, Hard Labor strengths • Sharp Shooter, Tactician weaknesses • A Good Breakfast Spread, Stubborn People Infuriate Her, Hot Headed dreams • Reclaiming or Ending the Ortega Clan fears • Dying before getting Revenge overall personality • Perdita has a dangerous reputation for one to not be trifled with. She grew up in a household where her siblings and cousins on her father's side were always questioning her lineage and whether or not she was a true Ortega, making her hot headed and a rather aggressive. Despite this though, she managed to be raised into a true tactician who always makes quick and concrete plans before executing an action verses charging into a situation. If given the chance, Perdita is a proven leader among a group of people with no direction. She is considered an adventurer and power hungry, which was displayed when she took over the Ortega Clan after the death of her mother and Jorge Ortega. Perdita does not like to be questioned about anything, and often gets aggravated when she meets people as stubborn as her - making her a hypocrite - for she is allowed to be stubborn but other people are not. Life has made her hard and she is decidedly against making relationships outside of those of her new family connections in the Delgados and Grey Vaughn, considering such things a weakness to be exploited by her enemies. Perdita learned the hard way to not trust every one and despite her best efforts, she had not been successful in playing the Valencia's underground of Game of Thrones. She is an expert markswoman - earning her some dangerous nicknames in her home country of Spain, and dislikes heavy labor - which will may come to a shock now that she's living in Hickstead.
the history
father • James Aiden Vaughn, Fifty-Five, Unemployed - Birth Father; Jorge Carlos Ortega, Deceased - Adoptive Father mother • Melagra Alejandra Delgado, Deceased siblings • Grey Irah Vaughn , 31, Farrier at Blue Acres, Half Brother on Birth Father's Side Sarah Vaugh, Twenty-Nine, Unknown, Half Sister on Birth Father's Side Santiago Ortega, 32, Leader of the Ortega Family, Half Brother - via her mother and Jorge Ortega Nino Ortega, 30, Member of Ortega Underground, Half Brother - via her mother and Jorge Ortega important people • DANTE GABRIEL DELGADO - cousin ZAHIRA MIRAN DELGADO - cousin hometown • Valencia, Spain overall history • Perdita's story started before she was born, when her mother, Melagra of the Delgado Clan, foolishly fell in love with Aiden Vaughn in her travels despite the fact that she had been married off to the son of the prominent Ortega family to secure alliances. And while Jorge Ortega had been nice and charming, he hadn't been charismatic like Aiden Vaugh. Unfortunately for Melagra, she was the other woman. Their trist went on for a while until she became pregnant, and demanded Aiden leave his family and she would leave Jorge, and they would run off together. But Aiden denied her, and Melagra resigned herself to a broken heart and learn to love Jorge. She successfully managed to pass off her pregnancy as the result of her Ortega husband despite her fairer skin.
Despite fooling Jorge though and Melagra had been good to hide any evidence, others of the Ortega Clan never quite accepted the lie. Perdita was the only child to have a hypenated name - the stress put on that she was both Ortega and Delgado. Extended family members questioned it, people closed to the Ortegas questioned it, and slowly, whispered ears in the young Ortega Brothers as well - for they were young enough to be manipulated behind their father's back. And while she was not the first born, she was third in line, the threat of her questionable lineage was there. The whispers behind her back often upset Perdita, for she was too young to understand family politics and her brothers teasing was ever so annoying. Despite this, she was her parents daughter through and through and they took pride in the young woman. They spoiled her, doted upon her, took her to the firing range, and at fifteen, started to include her into the family business. They harnessed her rage and anger into something deadly over the years - making her sharp, decisive, firm, and above all dangerous. Any whispers about her heritage became mute and people who questioned her it mysteriously vanished.
Perdita did her best to balance the life of a normal girl and that of the daughter of one of the ruling families of the criminal underground, but it proved to be hard. Things took a turn for the worse when her parents - Jorge and Melagra died under mysterious circumstances in a terrible car accident. The hidden message there - it was no accident. Perdita wanted to get to the bottom of it, while her oldest brother - Santiago, just wanted to take over. So she did the unthinkable - she did the power play to snatch the ruling role from him and took over the family business through a fast moving plan of deceit, cunning, and use of her revolvers. She had the backing from her mother's side, and Perdita spared those - to include her brothers - who swore allegiance to her. Perdita did her best with handling the family, she tried to be like her father. Jorge ruled with love and an undertone of understanding that he should never be trifled with. Unfortunately for Perdita, marred by her questionable lineage, found that she could not afford that.
If they would not love her, they would fear her and be beaten into loving her. So she did. At age twenty four, she was the sole ruler of the Ortega Clan and carried out their business. With the backing of the Delgados and her brothers - she was unstoppable along with her parents wills. Perdita had no qualms on how to run the family and how to deal with people. She still yearned for that love and acceptance though, and as people caught on to this, they played to that desire. They too - can play the long game. Seven years later, that game finally came to an end. Between mishandlings and ill-placed trust, Perdita's throne was rocked by the truth. Melagra Delgado had been good about covering her tracks - or so she thought, but being young and stupid and full of wistful romance without being caught can make a person stupid.
Letters were somehow unearthed. Letters to Aiden Vaughn that were returned. Jorge himself had kept secret his own musings that Perdita was not his, but the alliance between the Orgetas and Delgados was too strong to cast issues on the subject and divorce. And so Perdita's brothers and their supporters soon betrayed their sister, cast her out and kill her like the false Ortega that she was. Although while you can cut off the wolf's head, it still had the power to bite back. Perdita managed to escape with her life, fleeing with those godforsaken letters and questioning her mother's stupidity. How could she love a man so much to still risk writing to him, demanding to be reunited and to be with his daughter? She had to leave Spain, the Delgados would not harbor her there, but two took sympathy: Manuel and Daniela Delgado. They had sent two of their children to England - her cousins Zahira and Dante Delgado. She was advised to find them and leave Spain behind for good.
So against her wishes, Perdita left and found herself in England, but sadly not London, but some tiny community known as Hickstead. By doing further research though, Perdita discovered that England didn't just hold her cousins, but her half siblings on her birth father's side as well. While she was keen to exact her revenge, Perdita knew that reclaiming an empire is not something to be rushed. So instead, she will pass her time making new bonds with her cousins and perhaps a newly discovered half sibling or two. Perdita Fortuna Delgado-Ortega was dead. Perdita Fortuna Delgado-Vaughn was born.
the role player
alias • forever age • n/a other characters • the herd
