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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Regan was fucked. The sound of thunder rolled in and the sky darkened to the point he could feel the drop in temperature. He was stuck out in the pasture, his feet already muddy from the tipped-over water pan he was trying to put back up.
Like always, he began running toward the spot where he knew he could get coverage. The pounding of rain could be heard as a wall of water came his way. Mother nature wasn’t a human. Regan could not outrun her. He could feel the pain of bullets of rain hitting his body with force as the wall of water enveloped him. Feet gave way into the mud, sinking further and further as water puddled in the dry spots.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to get to the barn. Regan was careless of the need for his comfort. The cows began mooing loudly as he found a freshly cleaned area with new hay. He plopped down a cloud of hay dust lifting. Not one to give himself trench foot, Regan quickly removed his shoes and socks, using the hay to brush off extra mud around his ankles and lower shin.
His comfort made him not use his ears, and when a voice called out – Regan froze. Shit. There was no running. “Why don’t you show yourself?” he called out, matching the tone.
Shit, shit. Regan was not prepared for the insanity he had entered. All he wanted was a drink of water and maybe a scrap of bread - but he somehow got himself cornered. Was it a turf thing? He honestly didn't know - but he had no grip anywhere in sight. Sure, he was a decent climber - but he wasn't Spiderman. The back of a city building was more bare than usual. Not even a gutter line.
“Woah now, I don't-” words barely escaped him before Regan felt a force knock into his stomach. He could hear the sound of the day-old bread from the French Restaurant crinkle in its plastic packaging. For once, the food wasn't stolen - but it was given, which made the sound more depressing to Regan.
He was given one more blow in the abdomen before he managed to get himself together, as much as he could at least. Regan wasn't a fighter. He was always the flight type, but he couldn't do that. Not today at least. At least he knew how to hold his hand properly for a fist, but the mentality of a fighter wasn't there. A bystander would see a young man, attempting to hold himself together, while wolves were surrounding him.
Thankfully, the sound of passersby seemed to distract the group - allowing Regan to slither out. But he barely made it past the doorway of another building before a stampede was heard behind him. Shit he groaned, blood staining his tongue from a face hit.
full name • Regan Tori Conti nicknames • Reggie, Tori, cement kid age • 17 birthday • 08/21/2006 occupation • street kid, wannabe chef, parkour extroindinare gender • male sexuality • bisexual
the appearance
face claim• Gavin Casalegno
identifying features• Regan is a tall kid, standing at 6'-2". He has that nice Mediterranean olive skin tone, that makes his piercing eyes stand out even more. His eyes shift between a nice green or blue, depending on the lighting. Regan likes to think they're his best feature. A mop of curly, unmaintained hair sits as the cherry on top. Despite bathing in the creeks, lakes, and even fountains - Regan still reads a bit grimy. Mainly from his time climbing, crawling, and whatever needs to be done to get food.
the personality
likes • adrenaline rush, swimming, farms, cheese of all kinds, freshly picked fruit, dumpster diving dislikes • being caught, being caught in the rain, sitting still for too long strengths • climbing (developed a strong skill for parkour when in the city), theft (is often quite silent, but there are times he's noticed) weaknesses • charcuterie boards (often digs leftovers out from fancy restaurants or grocery stores), old shoes (can't run as fast), cows (finds them funny looking) dreams • to get his shit together, maybe get some culinary lessons fears • getting stuck where no one can find him, missing a ledge and falling overall personality • Regan is a thick-skinned young man, who has known nothing more than the streets. Always on the constant run, he doesn't know how to relax without wondering where his next meal will come from. He's extremely street smart but lacks in the book area - mainly from him avoiding education as long as he has.
He does his best to avoid trouble with any type of turf wars, leading him to the richer areas of town. Which ultimately led him to experience richer foods. Something that can be a bit of his downfall, especially - if a wedding or a big catering event is being cleaned up.
Regan does eventually want to actually get himself together but doesn't know where and how - due to his lack of being able to research anything. Technology is somewhat an alien concept, or knowing what is considered a safe place for his kind.
the history
father • unknown, future: -- -- --, 55 mother • unknown, future: -- -- --, 52 siblings • future: -- -- --, 17 future: -- -- --, 18 future: -- -- --, 20 important people • Rita Conti, Grandma - deceased hometown • Newcastle, UK overall history • Not much is known about Regan, other than that he was raised by his grandmother for a few years before she met her maker from a heart attack. Since then, Regan was placed around before he decided to sneak away at ten. He learned really quickly what the ins and outs of the streets were, from almost getting killed by two gang members, and the streetwalkers offering him something a ten-year-old shouldn’t be offered.
Regan has managed to keep away from the law, except when he was thirteen and was caught breaking into a butcher shop. He was thrown into the car system again, only for him to escape a year later. Regan often moved from city to city after that year in care. The streets of the city led him to know how to scale buildings and run across rooftops like some action movie figure. He didn’t even know the name of what he was doing until he met people who did it professionally. Since learning from those folks, Regan has made some gnarlier escapes.
He didn’t land in Willow Bridge City until a year ago when he was bored with what London offered him. But after almost getting caught up in another weird gang situation, he’s been trying out the Hickstead area. There are not too many places for him to hide as much as he wants, but he’s found this farm on the outskirts.
Regan learned it was a dairy farm, and his indulgence in high-end dairy products was filled. He began swiping expired produce from the bins, and petting the cows when he had the chance. There had been a few close calls, and he was almost caught – as he was lured in by the smell of smoked meats, pickles, and fruit.
Knowing full well, that he shouldn’t stay too long around the property, Regan still likes to visit as often as he can. Mainly for the cows, which have become one of his favorite animals. The only change he’s noticed in the past two months, which makes him wonder if he should move on – is there’s now a plate set out just for him.
the role player
alias • aofie age • younger than my character count other characters • -unravels roll- let's see..
