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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For once, he and Harlow were on the same page on something. Their parents were the perfect power couple in public – like they were oh so ever trained to be. But home life was interesting, to say the least. Harlow was still the perfect child – but it was evident she was feeling the lack of attention. Weirdly, he felt bad for her.
He tapped a finger on his chin. “No staff had said anything, and I know they don’t know anything since Mom and Dad are secretive about it. Or the staff are too scared to speak.” Wendell stood up from the stool he was on and stretched his arms. “Cary would probably know, but I’m sure you may need to bribe him with something. They say the most silent ones know.”
Of course, Harlow would get up into it all. Granted, it appeared all the siblings of the Alenko household knew something was up. At least, it was something that Wendell could agree with Harlow on. He didn’t know how much of an advantage of emotional warfare he would get by getting Harlow to suspect things. But Wendell also didn’t want to give it all away. Mainly because he had the ears of the staff.
“I just know their arguments have gotten longer and more frequent,” he replied. “I overheard Dad on the phone a few weeks ago, something about hiding something. No idea what, but once he saw me approaching – he quickly hung up. So, something is going on, and I have no idea what.” It was seventy-five percent true. Wendell truly did not know what was happening, but the only twenty-five percent was he did know more than he was letting on.
“Did you notice anything else weird from them?” Wendell was curious to see if his sister would respond, or just tell him that she wasn’t spilling. But she started it after all
“Like what? Harlot?” he teased back. Wendell didn’t know why, but despite not being a big fan of Harlow, he liked the banter that came with her. It was a game between all of them, to see who would crunch their nose first at an insult or something like it.
His fingers gracefully typed away at the computer for a few more minutes. He did have a job to do after all. “Yes, but Dad insisted we keep an eye on these..what he says…common folk.” Granted, none of the people who entered the hotel were common folk. There were a lot of upper-echelon people. People with big pockets and bigger egos. The common folk were the employees. At least there was no leniency with them, in his father’s eyes. However, Wendell tended to override a bit behind the scenes.
Wendell clicked around a bit more on his mouse and shrugged. It was probably true, his parents being distracted. There were a lot of heated discussions. His parents were trying to hide it, but despite the massive house – things could still be heard.
The face he gave her was non-emotional, as he shrugged again. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just don’t get in the way of the paying clientele.”
Wendell looked at the massive ticking grandfather clock in the main lobby, almost hypnotized by the large pendulum. Work had been going well, something that he found enjoyable. While he didn’t do much, he was learning a lot of new programs. Things that would benefit him in the long run. Plus, it was giving him a reason to siphon money to an account that his family knew nothing about. It’s not like his parents didn’t have any offshore accounts themselves.
As he was finishing up organizing some room keys that were dropped off earlier that morning, Wendell picked up the chaos of one of his sister’s returns. He briefly looked up and did the most massive eye-roll possible in his brain.
Heels loudly clicked towards him. She still doesn’t know how to walk in heels, he thought to himself. Fucking thunder foot.
“Hello, Harlsburg. I’m getting paid by Dad, so it still counts as getting an equal amount of allowance…you like to burn a hole through. The parents are in the lounge. I’m sure Mother would love to see all the new outfits you purchased,” he responded, noting all the massive bags staff were struggling to carry in. He would treat them to some coffee later. And not the lobby coffee.
full name • Wendell Henry Alenko nicknames • Wendy Boy, Henry (often introduces himself as this name) age • Sixteen birthday • December 25, 2007 occupation • rider, student, hotel worker gender • male sexuality • bisexual
the appearance
face claim• Joshua Bassett
identifying features• Wendell stands at a tall, and somewhat lanky 6’-1/4” (yes, that quarter is important because his father insists it is). Unlike his older sister, Harlow, Wendell enjoys what she calls peasant clothing. Thrifting? All about it. His hair is always in a puff of brown curls, adding to his family's failed appearance. But if Wendell wants to, he will happily put some more curl-defining treatment. There are often times his mother insists he straighten his hair because his curls could make him look…like a bastard. Even though his aunt has curls.
the personality
likes • thrifting, long walks, playing piano, not being at his house, thunderstorms, sailing, camping, spicy foods, treating his staff to fun days out dislikes • his parents, his oldest sister (not like she knows he exists anyway), spending a lot of money, winter, high maintenance people strengths • dressage (because God forbid there’s more than one jumper in the family), street smart, piano, nature smart weaknesses • chili pepper chocolate (can be almost bribed with it), his middle sister, saying no to any reason to not be home, baking (attempted a few times, but decided it wasn’t for him) dreams • finally move out, go to school in some sort of science field, travel the world fears • his parents keeping him completely captive overall personality • Wendell is a young man who holds onto a lot of family trauma. But he’s smart enough to not have it eaten at him. If anything, it fuels him to keep going – playing his life like a game of chess. He’s learned how to work both sides of the coin, something his parents haven’t quite picked up on yet. Wendelle can play the perfect boy, but will happily, albeit secretly, undo the threads of the Alenko family. Mainly, because his mother desires him to carry the family line, and Wendell will quite happily use this info to get what he wants. For a child they kind of ignore them, they can manipulate them when needed.
With his friends, he’s quite chatty – often a humble young man. There are times that his privilege appears, but he acknowledges that he has it. If anything, Wendell is making sure he rides it out until he gets whatever measly (but still a massive amount) of inheritance. Even though he squirrels his money, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want a slice of the bigger financial pie.
Other than most of his household, he views people as his equals, often chatting with people his family will often ignore. It has gained him a slew of street smarts, so in case his parents do officially cut him off – he can survive.
the history
father • Jason Kai Alenko, 56 - Hotel Mogul mother • Jana Lumi Alenko, 55 - Hotel Mogul siblings • HARLOW FREYA ALENKO , 22 - sister sleep paralysis demon -- -- Alenko, 19 - sister Unknown half-sibling possible, future saviour important people • Dr. Melora Stafford, 54 - Aunt hometown • Hickstead, UK overall history • Wendell was welcomed into the world, where it was already known he would be forgotten. Born on Christmas Day, Wendell’s birth was never celebrated, at least not by his parents and older sister. Growing up? What’s worse than a nightmare? He was taught early on that everyone is against you and you needed to slit their throats. It was as if there was a certain level of paranoia that shrouded the children of the Alenko household. One could say…a family version of the Hunger Games.
Wendell was thankfully young enough that it didn’t change him too much. But he did witness it between Harlow and the middle sister. The amount of screaming, and strands of hair being pulled. If he remembered correctly, someone needed surgery on an ear lobe from a grabbed earring. If it wasn’t over a boy, a pedigree horse, it could be over a simple eyeglance. Or the simple accusation of someone using the other's perfume.
He never partook in the battlefield, something his father deemed weak. But Wendell was secretly plotting in the background. A silent observer, he knew what his parents asked of him, and he learned the game of chess they played. But that didn’t mean he didn’t form an alliance with the second oldest. It was a hidden one, for the most part. But they did play it up, often resulting in Harlow getting some strong words at one point in her life.
While not hiding in plain sight in the family mansion, Wendell can be found at his mother’s sister’s house. Still a mansion, it was tamer. It wasn’t as white marble sterile. It actually felt like life. There, he learned a lot about the world -knowledge he would use to begin manipulating his parents.
Wendell honed his skills in piano, sailing, and dressage. Three attributes that equaled a well-cultured man in parents’ eyes. Hobbies of a rich man’s son, one could say. He convinced his mother to send him to classes that discussed science and nature because it would be useful for future hotels. However, he was getting more involved towards his goal of botany and environmental science. His camping trips were to help scout out the land, but it was to spend time with his middle sister and his aunt. Where nature healed them a bit.
He's a solid equestrian, and pushes himself when needed - but it isn’t his whole personality. Wendell happily rides at Blue Acres, only competing when he feels the need. It keeps his parents off his neck for the most part. He doesn’t like to spend his own money that he earned while working at one of the resorts but will happily find a reason to spend his parents’ money.
the role player
alias • aofie age • bee-doooo other characters • who knows anymore
