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𝐖𝐇𝐎 : open to anyone ! ( 2 / 3 )
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 : late morning, early afternoon.
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 : saddle grove park, near the picnic tables.
absurd. that's the word, absurd. the one sullivan has spent the past ten minutes worrying the inside of his left cheek trying to remember. of course, he had no trouble remembering a handful of far more intricate sounding synonyms. ludicrous, for one. preposterous, for another. but none of the counterparts felt as authentic as 'absurd' did. none of them seemed to quite do justice to just how sullivan was feeling: paper coffee cup almost emptied of decaf drip in his right hand, neon orange plastic ball launcher in his left, and wrapped in the blanket of a beautiful summer's day. it all felt rather absurd.
because, well—this time last year, sullivan was still in california. still ruminating over a ladder of blank, spiral-bound blue lines. still trying to ignore the hot breath of his management down the back of his neck. and now here he stands, reloading a soggy, bright blue tennis ball into one of those hand-held ball launchers to toss for a dog—a border collie, an impulse decision—he hasn't even named yet.
"right then. ready, boy?" he draws his arm back, ready to launch the ball once more. but, the dog takes off prematurely, drawn away from the ball by the presence of . . . well, sullivan isn't exactly sure, what. at best, a squirrel? at worst, another person? "shit." he drops the launcher, and whistles, trying to call the dog back. to nobody's surprise ( not even his own ) the dog does not listen, and sullivan is forced to chase after. he scrambles for the leash he'd removed previously to allow for adequate fetch playing, a decision he was seriously beginning to regret.
the pursuit is short, and he finds the dog greeting a poor passer-by with a barrage of sniffs and licks and jumps. suddenly a heat that cannot be attributed to the summer sun spreads to his cheeks, and he goes red. beet, really. mortified. "christ almighty, apologies. a hundred apologies. a thousand, even." he approaches the stranger and gently guides the dog away by the collar, before attaching the leash once more.
sullivan keeps his eyes down, unable to meet the gaze of the stranger. "i hope he didn't hurt you? or startle you? he is . . . well, he's never done that before." technically the truth—sullivan had adopted the dog only a week ago, and the dog hadn't done such a thing during their short time together. "are you all right?"
it had been close to a year since he left the city, and yet both venturing outside his new routine, and having time for himself, remains an unsettling notion to benny. just existing in the park, idle, feels like he's breaking some sort of rule. shouldn't he be filing paperwork, or on an emergency call? he tries to continue his walk, to banish the thought from his mind, but the sensation lingers. so, he takes out the paper bag with his half-eaten chocolate croissant. surely that would help.
a flurry of movement interrupts him, however, and benny stows the pastry, though that has no effect on excited onslaught, "whoa, where'd you come from, huh…?" the words fall out between chuckles, crouching to the dog's eye level, fumbling for a collar or some kind of identification. all he finds are a few licks on the face, which he responds to, in sequence, with 'hey there,' 'thanks,' and 'okay, i think that's enough.' but he need not ponder the answer for too long, another man approaches soon after. the veterinarian rocks onto his heels, stepping back to give dog and owner (he presumes) space to reset,
"no harm done. i'll survive, promise." punctuating the statement with a smile he can only hope is convincing in its nonchalance. he swallows a warning about letting a border collie in particular off-leash. with his eyes fixed on the dog, his already delicate heart softens enough to avoid a disagreement for the time being. "good thing you got here so quick. i might've scooped this guy up and taken 'em home with me." he jokes instead. "are… you good, though? i know can be scary when they take off like that. 'specially if it's never happened before."
look who goes there! is that BENEDICTO "BENNY" DEL ROSARIO? i’ve seen them often around EVERGREEN, which may be because they are a PHYSICAL THERAPIST + VETERINARIAN @ RIVER RUN STABLES. they’ve been in town for EIGHT MONTHS and i’ve known them to be TENACIOUS but also OBSTINATE. for some reason, THE MUTE by RADICAL FACE reminds me of them, as well as A SILLAGE OF FRESHLY-CUT GRASS AND LEATHER, WARMTH AND SOLACE FOUND ONLY IN AN ANIMAL’S COMPANY, A STEADYING HAND IN THE FACE OF UNCERTAINTY.
FULL NAME: benedicto villanueva del rosario. GOES BY: benny. ALSO KNOWN AS: ben, benji (please don't, actually), doc. BIRTHDAY: april 17. AGE: thirty-seven. GENDER: cis man. PRONOUNS: he/him. BIRTHPLACE: makati, metro manila, philippines. HOMETOWN: lexington, kentucky, usa. CURRENT RESIDENCE: a two bedroom, two bathroom house. sparsely decorated, the space is clearly not yet his own. ORIENTATION: bisexual biromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single. RELIGION: atheist, raised catholic. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, spanish, cebuano, japanese.
OCCUPATION: "equine physical therapist" is how he describes himself. more broadly, he's a veterinarian who specializes in equine medicine as well as sports medicine and rehabilitation. EDUCATION: bs in biomedical sciences and minor in zoology, texas a&m university; dvm (equine medicine focus), texas a&m university; diplomate, the american college of veterinary sports medicine and rehabilitation. RÉSUMÉ: internship at cornell equine park, co-owner of a veterinary clinic.
HAIR: a rich dark brown, its wavy texture becomes more apparent when grown out. currently worn fairly short. EYES: dark brown, liable to drift toward whatever interests him before darting back to focus on the task at hand. HEIGHT: 5'11 / 181cm. BUILD: athletic and toned, particularly in his arms. his line of work necessitates muscle mass just as much as knowing how to use physics to his advantage. TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: none (currently). DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: a scar on his right earlobe suspiciously shaped like a closed-up piercing; a worn pair of thick, round-framed glasses that should've had the prescription updated ages ago.
TRAITS: adroit, obstinate, tenacious, independent, reticent. SUN SIGN: aries. PARALLELS: dr. james wilson (house md), luca (the bear), callum ellis (the diplomat). HABITS: adjusting his glasses even though they fit perfectly. HOBBIES & INTERESTS: golf, equitation, trail riding, hiking, gacha games. GOALS: achieve a better work-life balance this time.
PARENTS: ernesto del rosario & arlene villanueva. SIBLINGS: francesca del rosario. SPOUSE / SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): none. CHILDREN: none. EXTENDED FAMILY: here. PETS: rocket (13 year old off-track thoroughbred gelding), cham (7 year old quarter horse mare). one of these days he'll probably adopt a cat or dog.
BACKGROUND:
a perpetual wip
in the philippines, the del rosario name was synonymous with horse racing for generations. benny's father, for example, was a horse trainer—one of the best in the country, really, though his ambitions laid far beyond the philippines. when benny was just two years old, he and his parents immigrated to the states, where his father aspired to train american racehorses. and he found success. still no triple crown race winners to this day, sure, but to have your horses achieve multiple graded stakes wins and appearances has never been a small feat either.
with all that in mind, it was hardly a surprise when benny took a shine to horses as well. he was never so interested in the front-facing jobs in the industry, however. jockeying, owning, training—none interested him. from the beginning, benny was a quiet, introspective type. some called it precocious and gentle, others said he was just shy. but one thing was certain: whenever he found himself in the winner's circle where his father was so proud to stand, benny was liable to be shrinking behind the nearest adult in the ensuing photograph. and oh, how his parents would scold him for it.
benny much preferred shadowing the stablehands, the farriers, and the veterinarians anyway. to see how all their work behind the scenes made those thoroughbreds his father trained so great. each sparked an unquenchable curiosity within him.
above all, though, he loved the horses. they didn't tell him he was being too quiet, that he needed to put himself out there. he could just be himself. he may have (mostly) grown out of his diffidence as he got older, but his deep affection for them remained.
in the lead up to high school graduation, benny's path for himself was clear: a relevant degree for veterinary medicine, then vet school. his father didn't disapprove of the decision, per se, but wondered why benny wouldn't be more concretely in the family business. but benny had learned by then that he and his father would never see eye to eye. ernesto wanted glory, and benny simply did not.
he made it through college and vet school, and really hasn't stopped propelling forward since. through a confluence of circumstances, he was promoted to co-owner of the first clinic that hired him, which was great… until he became burnt out on the administration that required on top of his normal duties.
at the advice of a mentor, he went back to school, shadowing an equine vet in boulder to become certified in sports medicine. his residency eventually brought him to bear creek, which seemed like just the right place to slow down and reevaluate. and he's been there ever since.
HEADCANONS:
rocket (registered with the jockey club as quicksilver jet) was a decent racehorse. he retrained in a number of disciplines after his retirement, but nothing stuck quite like ponying other horses. it's a job he has to this day, helping benny calm nervous patients and transport them safely. as rocket is a gray and somewhat older, he's lost all pigment in his coat, so benny has taken to calling him a "disney princess horse." he's popular with visitors to river run for that reason, but he is definitely not a lesson horse. they are welcome to feed him treats and pet him, though—provided he isn't working.
cham (short for her barn name chambord, registered as miss french martini) is from a long line of cutting horses, once destined to become one herself. but after an accident while training, those ambitions were shelved. now she's a pasture pet, under benny's ownership because he has the knowledge (true), resources (also true), and time (debatable) to maintain her comfort and quality of life. not available for anyone to ride, unfortunately, but a good companion for the other horses (in spite of living up to the "red mare" stereotype).
does not believe he has a particularly strong southern drawl, which might be true, except that his cadence and diction (particularly when he isn't thinking about it), though, are both clear tells. he has been known to ham up the accent for a bit when people find out where he grew up.
finds the whole "doctor del rosario" thing way too formal, and prefers "doc" or, at most, "doctor." in that same vein, he hates being called by his full government name. only his parents can do that!
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