[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/0I6VdNU.png[/img][sup][h1][sub][i][color=#b7f617]Hero [color=white]"[/color]O[color=white]"[/color] Hallcrest[color=white]-[/color]Wyrm[/color][/i][/sub][/h1][/sup]
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[indent][sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#b7f617]blood status[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Muggle born [/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#b7f617]age[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]11 [b] | [/b] October 2 [b] | [/b] Libra[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#b7f617]gender[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Cis female[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#b7f617]personality[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Hero's father, Alexander, is the great nephew of gas and oil tycoon Charles Hallcrest. Alexander is a quiet, gentle man. Not the sort to enjoy the spotlight. Luckily for him, his branch of the family is far enough removed from the wealth and power of the "Hallcrest Legacy" that their heads don't hang heavy with the weight of the name's reputation, despite remaining close enough to the name to receive yearly invitations to the standard Hallcrest gatherings.

Alexander's wife, Tabitha, expresses her distaste for Hallcrest get-togethers rather vocally – incessantly, even. She's never been a fan of being looked down on, a trait all of her children seem to have inherited.

Hero herself is the penultimate child in a series of seven; despite being muggle-born, she's hardly the only magical child of the lot. Hero's eldest sister, Helen, was the first magical person born to the Hallcrest-Wyrm clan. She's a Hogwarts alum, a Hufflepuff; she graduated three years ago. Hero's six year old sister, Iris, has expressed latent magical abilities to her parents' twane jubilation and exasperation. And of course, there's Andrew.

In 2013, a fire swept through the Hallcrest summer estate. The Hallcrest-Wyrm family was lucky enough to escape with a broken leg and first degree burns distributed haphazardly among them; Alexander's sister, Amanda Worth, was not. She and her husband died in the Hillcrest Estate fire; Hero's parents lept at the chance to adopt their nephew. The Hallcrest-Wyrm brood grew to eight, where it now stands.

Andrew and Hero were born on the same day, and expressed magical aptitude around the same time. Their acceptance letters arrived by way of a single owl. More than once,they've gotten into schoolyard brawls – most of the time in the name of defending the other. A name like Wyrm doesn't tend to do you favors on the jungle-gym. Being the downy, blond orphan-boy doesn't make you much of anything, save a target.

Andrew and Hero spent most of their childhood together, even before Andrew's adoption. They whisper their secrets and hopes and dreams and nightmares into each other's ears – tell each other the things they wouldn't be able to say to themselves. The things they wouldn't be able to admit to or realize without someone to hold their hands. Before their letters came, they'd spend whole nights in their room, talking about the future. What they wanted to be when they grew up. [i]Who[/i] they wanted to be. Hero has a certain penchant for asking big questions – one that's well matched by Andrew's eagerness to find big answers.
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[b][i]Protective [/i][/b] | [color=#b7f617]"If she ever touches you again, I'll gut her where she stands. I promise."[/color]
[indent][indent]Hero will fiercely defend the things and people she thinks of as hers – the things of hers that matter. She can probably count the things she cares about on one hand. Her family – especially her brother, her mobility, her owl, and her wand. She would gut gods to keep those safe, would that she could as an eleven year old girl.

To Hero's mind, life isn't worth living if you can't defend what you care about. She can't see any point in [i]being[/i] if you can't keep the things you live for safe.
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[b][i]Judgemental [/i][/b] | [color=#b7f617]"I never said he was a bad teacher. I just said his lessons were rubbish, and his voice made it hard to even pay attention."[/color]
[indent][indent]Hero's the type of person to decide what she thinks about someone or something all but instantly. No sooner does something occur to her than it informs her opinion. Who's worth her time, her effort, her company. Who's worth listening to. Who's worth trusting. Hero's got an opinion about everything, even if she doesn't often feel compelled to share them with the rest of the class.
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[b][i]Rebellious [/i][/b] | [color=#b7f617]"Of course we have to do it after curfew. There'd be no point to it otherwise; do you think before you talk?"[/color]
[indent][indent]Hero's not a fan of the phrase "because I said so." More often than not, being told not to do something is the thing that tips her over the fence and into actually doing it. She's good at acting out. At being loud. In a family of ten, sometimes breaking mum's favorite mirror is the only way to get attention.
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[i][b]Curious [/b][/i] | [color=#b7f617]"Yes, the explosion was worth it. Don't worry, my eyebrows'll  grow back... eventually. Probably."[/color]
[indent][indent]Hero drags Andrew along on flights of fancy and her imagination-indulgences just as often as he does her. Between the two of them, they're insatiable, constantly asking why, and how, and when. Although it hasn't killed them yet, Hero and Andrew's curiosity has definitely maimed the cat.

More than once, Hero's returned from evening adventures at cliffs along the beach with her bike handles bowed, the wheels bent, and her helmet cracked. Andrew's always helped her hide her wounds; she's always helped him hide his.
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[b][i]Reliable, Dogged & Grudging [/i][/b] | [color=#b7f617]"Let me spell it out, then: I don't care how [i]sorry[/i] you are."[/color]
[indent][indent]Hero means what she says, and she doesn't say lightly. She holds herself and "her word" in high regard; she can't [i]imagine[/i] how anyone wouldn't take the things they commit to as seriously as she does. And, when people don't abide her high standards? When she's let down, or when she's fooled? There's an acrid little vindictive streak wedged deep down in the pit of her stomach, just waiting to be loosed.[/indent][/indent] [/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#b7f617]appearance[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Hero is tall for eleven, but not as tall as her six older sisters were at her age. She's got dirty blond hair, thin, dark eyebrows, and a round face. She's shed most of her childish-roundness in favor for the gangly, alien and frog-like limbs of prepubescent adolescents. She has a straight nose, set in the level middle of her face. Her grin is crooked at best, and lips are perpetually chapped; you'll rarely see her without chapstick or lip balm within arms' reach.

Her palms and knees are tough and calloused – scarred from years of refusing to wear padding on bikes and jeans while trekking over rocks.

Hero's not terribly concerned with her outfits making sense. She wears what she likes, because she likes how it looks. Not always on her, but in general. She spends her allowances at a thrift shop a few miles away from her home – the result of which is as eye-assaulting as it is... [i]interesting[/i] to look at.

Her hair's usually pulled back and away from her face, in a ponytail or a bun. Really, Hero needs glasses. She even has glasses; she refuses to wear them.

She loves skirts; she [i]adores[/i] costume jewelry. There are weeks she'll bike back home from the thrift shop with a box of whatever they haven't been able to sell. Eye gouging teals, vomit neon-greens, pinks bright enough to come with a warning label. The bolder, the brighter, the more "well-loved," the more Hero's likely to wear it.

By and far her most treasured article of clothing is her home made necklace. Wrapping twine braided into a chain as its lace, the clasp a knot –charmed by her sister to keep from breaking– that leads to a pearl of blue, wave-worn glass, itself glued to a particularly shiny black rock. The necklace winds up nestling into her collarbone. Andrew made it for her when they were in second grade. She hasn't taken it off since, save to lengthen the twine.

Hero made Andrew a necklace with the same wrapping twine, the same knot clasp. Hers was set with a tiny bone glued to a Heineken bottle cap – the edges filed for the sake of his delicate skin.[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#b7f617]wand material[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent][center]Cherry [b] | [/b] 14 1/4 inches [b] | [/b] Dragon Heartstring [b] | [/b] Swishy[/center]
Hero discovered her wand behind Ollivander's shop counter, while he was distracted with the outburst from what would be her brother's wand. No sooner did Hero lay her hands on the wand's case than she fell in love with it. Despite Ollivander's reluctance to part with the cherry and dragon heartstring wand, Hero's apparent and immediate bond with the thing earned her the right to [i]try[/i] championing it. 

The wand's magic packs a punch that Hero's always delighted to see. Despite being difficult to control, Hero's flourishing spells partner well with the wand's core and the flexibility of its wood. The wand seems to have opinions of its own about how it ought to be used – it's not unusual to hear Hero chastising it behind closed doors, for "having a shit attitude".

The wand itself isn't as ornate as Hero had hoped. The wood spirals and darkens the closer it gets to the handle. The handle was set with a black opal, which has since been pried off and affixed to a bracelet.[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#b7f617]boggart[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Amanda Worth's crooked body: her shin torn open by its own bone, her mouth unhinged, screaming, as she's swallowed by flames.
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[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#b7f617]other[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][list][*] Hero's aspirations before reciving her acceptance letter were always in line with becoming a firefighter. Although she hasn't totally tabled that dream, it's certainly on the back-burner now that magic's on the table.
[*] Hero's athletic, and not afraid to throw a punch. She's scrapy, and not altogether the greatest tactician in the world; she can hold her own.
[*] Hero's favorite sibling, after Andrew, is probably Helen, not [i]just[/i] because of the magic she lets Hero see every time she visits, she swears.
[*] Despite half of it coming from big money, the Hallcrest-Wyrm family isn't particularly wealthy. They're middle class, at best. Alexander works as a teacher for a Catholic school 30 minutes into the city. Tabitha is an ER nurse, and mostly works nights.
[*] Hero's named her wand Lady Barkblossom Woodsworth IV, Esq. Most of the time Hero just calls her Lady.[/list][/indent][/indent]