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General Information
Character Name:
Avery Calder Hale
Type of Character:
Child
Age:
11
Date of Birth:
18 February 1911
Blood Status:
Muggleborn
Residence:
Kendal, Westmorland, England
Family:
Avery hails from a sheep-farm family in Northern England. His father is the fifth-generation to own the farm, to later be inherited by his older brother. His family is as follows:
- Father: Ewan Hale
- Mother: Margot (Whitby) Hale
- Older Brother: Calhoun 'Cal' Oliver Hale
- Younger Brother: Leith Alden Hale
Occupation:
Child
Personality & History
Personality:
Avery is at heart, a very inquisitive child. He needs to understand his world and surroundings innately in order for them to make sense to him. He is overly enthusiastic about people and new places, wanting to know everything about them within moments of them crossing his path.
He is, very much, a people person. He is social, often to the extent of being annoying. He asks unending questions when he is excited about someone or something, and will try to ingratiate himself to people with his own knowledge on random things - usually sheep.
While Avery finds fascination in the whimsy of his new world, he is incredibly grounded and logical which sometimes causes him headaches when things don't exactly line up in a logical way. He needs to learn, over time, how to allow things to just be and not always give into the urge to tinker and take everything apart to understand.
Growing up in a tight-knit family that was very involved in their community, Avery is incredibly friendly and outgoing. He's the type of kid that's never met a stranger, however, he tends to lead in with a softer approach before bombarding people with his bigger personality that lies beneath the exterior.
He is not exactly a creative sort, and he doesn't lay about and daydream. Rather, he is a doer. If he wants something to be, he makes it happen. If he wants to do something, he does it. He's not the sort to wait for permission or be told that something is the 'right time'. His work-ethic has made him incredibly independent and he takes things on without having to be told to do so.
Avery doesn’t romanticize hardship. Windburn, mud on boots, early mornings, and practical hands are all part of his DNA. He knows how to be useful. He’s been trusted with responsibility much earlier than many of his peers and praised for not complaining. Which means he’s learned to make himself needed and competent at the same time.
In all this, the kid has a good sense of humor. He's not above silliness, but much of his humor is quiet, dry and often lands before people even realize he's joking. He's very cerebral in that way, and will often be caught laughing at his own jokes before he's even said them out loud.
History:
Avery Calder Hale was born on a snowy morning in February 1911 in his parent's bed in their two-hundred year old farmhouse.
The boy was the second of three, his older brother Cal being only two years older and his younger brother, Leith, arriving the following year.
His parents, Ewan and Margot raised their three boys amongst the muck and grit of their farm, teaching them the importance of a good work ethic. A tight-knit family, the Hales were well-regarded in their small town of Kendal. They were always willing to offer up a helping-hand to any neighbor that needed it, and volunteered often within their church community.
Avery, being the middle-child, could have been easily overlooked between his adventurous and well-humored older brother, and his younger who was often running behind his mother's skirts. Instead, his parents took their job of raising all three of their boys seriously, and Avery never went without attention and love.
Especially close with his father, Avery was often the man's shadow. Usually found sitting atop a railing while his father sheered or tended to an ill sheep, the boy was a constant stream of questions, one after the other, often without pause. His father never scolded him; rather he'd smile and allow his son to jabber on and on, answering each question as he could get a word in edgewise. Ewan understood that Avery was a boy who needed to understand his world, in a way the other two seemed to just accept things as they were.
As the years flew by, Avery and his brothers became more proficient on the farm, able to help their father with the routine chores and duties, and even allowed to oversee the flock out in the meadows with the help of their sheep dogs.
Now, with Hogwarts on the horizon - and a newly-confused family who doesn't understand what all this hocus pocus mumbo jumbo is about - Avery is readying himself for a new world.
One that he's ill-prepared for, but ready to grab by the figurative wool anyway.
Prompt Response:
Boom!
The thunder cracked overhead as Avery stirred from his sleep, the jolt causing a slight tremor in the boy's body.
"Bleedin' Christ!"
Cal was awake too. Avery groaned, sitting up in his bed as his older brother scrambled out of his and rushed across the room to throw open the curtains. "Can't see anything, Cal. It's darker than sin out there." The boy rubbed his eyes, willing the pounding of his heart to slow against the sudden rush of adrenaline that had taken hold with the clap.
With a sigh, Avery pulled himself out of his bed. Bare feet thudded across the old wooden planks as he joined his brother out the window, watching as another streak of lightning shot across the sky.
"The sheep will be scared. Bloody creatures haven't a thought between them except instinct."
"That's not true," Avery mused, balling a fist and wiping it along the window to rid it of the cold condensation. "Chloe has lots of thoughts, I bet. She follows the beat of her own drum. Doesn't even sleep with the herd."
"Yeah because she's stupid," Cal grinned as he turned his eyes to his younger brother. "Smart sheep stay with the flock so they don't get eaten or lost. Watch. One day Chloe will be lambchops for some wolfpack."
"Will not!" Avery argued, shoving his brother slightly with his shoulder, but he returned his grin, looking back out into the dark stormy night. His smile faded slightly as he noticed one of the barns unlatched, its doors flying open with a strong gust of wind. He pointed, grabbing Cal by the sleeve. "Look! The sheep will run out if we don't get those doors closed. Should we tell Dad?"
"Nah," Cal said, turning quickly from the window and grabbing his coat, before throwing Avery's to his. "We can handle it. Come on, hurry!"
Avery hesitated for only a moment, knowing their dad would be upset if something went wrong, but threw on his coat and chased his brother out the room and down the stairs.
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