WRIGHT, Hera Adley

[hera]

HERA ADLEY WRIGHT !?
'so pack your bags i guess we're better on our own. only for this, i guess i don't mind. stay safe and you'll be fine.'

FULL NAME Hera Adley Wright
NICKNAMES She only goes by Hera.
AGE Nineteen.
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY 17th of October 1993
SPECIES Firetamer
ALLIANCE Neutral.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.

PLAY-BY Cara Delevingne
EYES Very thin almond; blue
HAIR Natural dirty blond; silky thin; midback
BODY TYPE Slim like a model/boy
HEIGHT 5 foot 8 inches
WEIGHT 130 pounds
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Her strong, angled eye brows; thin, pouty lips; and sharp/gaunt face.
STYLE Hera's a complete tomboy/rocker. She loves everything leather - jackets, boots, shorts, it doesn't matter. She prefers t-shirts and jeans to blouses and skirts, and you'll usually find her in snapbacks and beanies once the weather gets chilly. Her favorite (and most worn) articles of clothing are her ancient Van Halen tee, black leather jacket, and black slip-on vans. She usually prefers comfort to fashion, which is why she doesn't like to take the time in the morning to apply a heaping ton of make up. Mascara and a little foundation is generally enough for her.

LIKES

• Being alone
  
• Eating chocolate and other sweets
  
• Making people laugh
  
• Being warm
  
• Autumn weather
  
• Lazy days
  
• Sunshine
  
• Her younger brother (Aiden)
  
• A good horror movie
  
• Cooking
  

DISLIKES

• Her parents
  
• People who want to control her
  
• Hospitals
  
• People who take things for granted
  
• Alcohol and alcoholics
  
• Staying in one place too long
  
• Feeling helpless
  
• School institutions
  
• Wealthy people
  
• Feeling inadequate
  

STRENGTHS

• She'll do anything to protect those she cares about
  
• Resourceful
  
• Able to think on her feet
  
• Doesn't let fear get to her
  

WEAKNESSES

• Irrational
  
• Inherited a nasty temper from her father
  
• Stubborn
  
• Can be controlled by hate, the need for vengeance, etc.
  

HABITS

• She chews on her bottom lip when she's nervous
  
• Her the left corner of her upper lip twitches when she lies
  
• Whenever she feels overwhelmed, she'll take a deep breath and write down her thoughts
  

FEARS

• Her parents finding her
  
• Losing her house and being homeless again
  
• Letting down or losing those she loves
  

DESIRES

• To find something to fight for again
  

SECRETS

• She blames herself for her brother's death and believes she'll face judgement in heaven for it
  

OVERALL
Hera is an example of nature vs. nurture, appealing to the nurture side of the argument. Her environment growing up had a dramatic effect on the development of her personality - because it was traumatic, she has anger and rage issues, as well as intense and sometimes scary mood swings. She eventually ran away with her brother, and because of that event she takes no meal, no home, not even the clothes she wears for granted. She is an extremely grateful person who'll thank you for just noticing her.

She is also very religious because the church fed her and took care of her during her time as a homeless person. That doesn't mean she doesn't sin or plays the holier than thou part, it just means that she finds solace in praying and believing in the God of the Catholics. But, with this said, it should also be noted that Hera doesn't like others looking after her. She doesn't like for her problems to be a weight on another person's shoulders, but she'll always insist that she shares another's problems. She likes to put the needs of another person before her own. She'll also defend someone that she loves until death. After her brother's death, she told herself that she'd never let another person of importance in her life suffer the same fate. However, getting to this point with her is a long, tedious process. Hera has trust issues and, though she'll be friendly towards people who are nice to her, she doesn't usually let them see but a glimpse of who she is or her past. She's not an open book.

All of this said, Hera undoubtedly has a darker side to her. She possesses a deadly temper and when she feels wronged, she'll do whatever she can to get even. She has no qualms about killing when its her life or their's. Once she's made her mind up about something, it'll take nothing less than a full-fledged army to change it.

MOTHER Allison Marie Wright
FATHER Everard Thomas Wright
SIBLINGS Aiden Lawrence Wright (deceased)
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE None.
ETHNICITY American, though of British and Irish ancestry on her mother's side and a little Native American on her father's side.
WEALTH STATUS Very poor
OVERALL
Hera's childhood was one marred by the drug use and alcoholism of her parents in the slums of a city. Both Allison and Everard were teen parents not yet mature enough to take care of a daughter, much less a son four years later. The environment Hera and her younger brother, Aiden, grew up in was hostile to say the least. Their father was a violent drunk who solved his problems by beating his wife until she bled, though she was always high on crystal meth anyways. Once, when her mother was away, her father tried to swing a drunken punch at ten year old Aiden, who was sick with leukemia, but Hera jumped in front of her father's fist instead. She promised Aiden that she would never let anything bad happen to him.

When Hera was eighteen, and Aiden fourteen, their parents finally ran out of funds for Aiden's treatments because of their various addictions. It all boiled down to one night when her father came home drunk as usual and her mother was suffering dramatically from the side effects of her addiction. Aiden had missed a treatment and his condition had shown signs of deterioration, so Hera stepped in and demanded that her parents find a way to give Aiden the treatment he needs. It ended worse than she could have predicted. After much yelling and screaming, her father finally came at her, swinging his arms wildly. He had her against a wall, crushing the life from her, but in her fear, Hera created the fire that would save her life. Though it didn't injure or kill her father, it distracted him and scared him enough to let her go. For Hera, that was the last straw. She was still confused about what had happened as she and Aiden gathered their things, but decided to save those thoughts for another night.

Hera and Aiden's life on the streets was harder than she predicted, but still much better than their life at home. Aiden received treatments for his leukemia where and when he could, and the churches around the city took care of the siblings for the most part. They still had to sleep on sidewalks and in parks, but at least they had blankets and sleepingbags and food in their stomachs. The winter after they ran away proved too much for Aiden. In his weakened condition, because of the radiation treatments, he became very sick with a virus that would have been little more than a cough and sore throat for someone with a normal immune system - for Aiden it was deadly. Hera's last memories of him were of his unceasing coughs that shook his entire body in that sterilized room in the hospital. Through the coughs and raw throat, Aiden made Hera promise that she would get off the streets.

Hera did her best to keep that promise. She began making money through street performances featuring parlor tricks with fire. The crowd favorite was when she stood with flames licking her calves and burning her jeans, though she was completely unscathed. That usually earned her enough in tips to buy two new pairs of jeans to replace the destroyed pair. She also performed odd jobs where she could. With her performance money and odd job money saved up, she had enough to buy a small appartement, though she still lives in extreme poverty.

NAME/ALIAS Halfsunk
AGE 16 (17 in April holla~)
TIME ZONE US Eastern
HOW YOU FOUND US Just looking around
OTHER CHARACTERS None yet.
RP SAMPLE

He was drunk again. Hera could tell just by looking at him. His eyes were half-closed and his movements were slow and clumsy. His fat fist was gripping a bottle of cheap beer rather than his usual poison, whiskey. He grunted as Hera strode across the disgusting living room to where he sat on the stained and food covered sofa, watching some sort of trash on the small family television that she wouldn't have been surprised to hear came from the junkyard. With a cool calm about her, Hera walked right up to the T.V. and turned it off. She crossed her arms and turned to face her father as he rose from the couch.

"Hey, you little piece of shit! What the hell do you think you're doing!" He yelled at her with a menacing glint in his eye. She was used to it. She looked around the room until she found her mother in a corner in the tiny, grease-stained kitchen, twitching and scratching herself while muttering incomprehensibly. Her father yelled again, telling her to look at him. Her blue eyes snapped to his matching ones. A quiet rage filled her.

"Do you know what day it is?" She asked him, her tone icy cool.

"Do I look like I give a damn about the day of the month, Hera?"

"It's the fifth."

"Why should I care?"

"Because today is the day that Aiden should've gone in to receive his treatment! He's dying! Your son is dying and I bet you don't give a damn about that either. Or if you do, you do a good job showing it. You know, by spending all his medical funds on booze and crack." Hera's tone quickly spiked, now showing the rage she felt. Her fists were clenched at her sides and she felt her face grow hot with anger.

"You watch your tone! I'm your father, don't dare talk to me like that!" In his rage, his words began to slur together. He pointed a sloppy finger in her face, which she slapped away violently. As she began to march off, he grabbed her wrist and brought a flat hand to her face, slapping her hard. Hera screamed, and her mother screamed too, though she was probably just mimicking her. Her mother didn't seem to even notice her children anymore.

Her father grabbed at her hair as Hera clawed at his face. He growled as she broke skin with a finger nail, drawing a line of red across his cheek. She liked the way the red glistened on his pale skin, and suddenly all she could see was red. Her father put his strong, drunken hands on her shoulders and pushed her violently down. She heard a loud crack! as her head collided with a wooden coffee table.

The wound throbbed and her head rang, but she could hear her mom screaming somewhere in the distance. Just screaming and screaming and screaming. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blurry vision of her broth under the dinner table sobbing as her father yanked her off of the ground. He threw her against a wall and grabbed at her slim throat with a thick, meaty hand. She could feel him squeezing her esophagus shut as she screamed inaudibly. Her hands clawed at his as her eyes water with tears. Her peripherals were going black, and that was when the adrenaline gave one last push through her body. She slammed both palms against the wall behind her and felt a spark throughout her body. Her palms grew hot as flames sprouted from them and up the wall. She heard her father scream as he released her. She collapse in a heap on the floor, but caught her breath quickly as her father ran to get the fire extinguisher.

Thinking quickly, she grabbed Aiden by the wrist and they ran to their shared room at the back of the single-story house.

"What are we doing?" He asked her, still shaking from witnessing the attack.

"Packing our bags. We're leaving, Aiden. We need to get to the hospital, I might have a concussion. Grab whatever you can carry and whatever money you have saved up."

"How long are we going to be gone?"

"Forever."

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