I can be a romantic at heart, and I wear my heart on my sleeve. Just don't tell anybody! I'm carefree and light spirited. I love to study things and find out how they tick. I always try to see the good in others. My laughter is contagious and others are drawn in by it. I am definitely a daddy's girl growing up a tomboy. Blue is my favorite color.

[smear:#09fcf1]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619a5:0]
1)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details.
2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
3)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
4)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
5)Curious: Marked by the desire to investigate and learn.
6)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.

[smear:#e619a5]Negative Traits: [/smear:#09fcf1:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

There must have been a cloud of doom hanging over New Orleans the day I was born. A hot humid day on August 1st. Mom had been in labor for hours already. It should have been an easy birth as I was her fourth child. She had already given birth to three healthy boys. Though I was told there were complications with my two brothers right before me. This was her most difficult birthing, and everything that could go wrong did. She'd been advised after my brother before me that she shouldn't have anymore, but she wanted a girl. Well she got me, but only lived for a few minutes after I came into this world. She got to hold me I was told and say her goodbyes to my father and brothers as there was nothing nobody could do for her. She'd lost too much blood and magic wasn't working to try to heal her any longer. She didn't have the strength to change into a werewolf to try and heal.

It was my dad who raised me along with his sister's help. My aunts Candy and Kayla. Though they both had children of their own my age they were still there to help my dad who was still reeling from the loss of my mother. I grew pretty fast and wasn't too bad of a baby they said. Once I learned to crawl and then walk I was a very curious baby. Always getting into something that I shouldn't be. I was definitely daddy's girl though! Somehow I had my dad and brothers wrapped around my little fingers. Valerian was the eldest and he was seven years older than me. Remi was next and he was three years older than me. My brother Maxim is only a year older than me, and we are pretty close. I was definitely a tomboy with how many brothers I had and cousins. Sure I had girl cousins, but I usually didn't stray too far from my older brothers.

My friends were those in the covenant. Which a lot of them were my cousins, but we stayed within the covenant and the pack. Not all of the covenant is a werewolf, but there are a lot of us. Growing up I knew I was a werewolf and I couldn't wait for the day I would change for the first time. It was shortly after my birthday. Which my birthday is a bittersweet day for all of us knowing my mother died having me. Sometimes I wonder how my father doesn't hate me or my brothers that remember my mother. I've seen pictures of her, and she was beautiful. From what I've been told she had a heart of gold, and loved her family more than anything. That she had wanted me more than anything, and it was heartbreaking to me that she only got to hold me for a few minutes, before she died.

My day to change came, and I loved it. Well not the nervousness and anticipation of waiting that day. Once I was running free on four paws it was breathtaking. Under the full moon. I howled at the full moon with my brothers, father, and the rest of the pack. It is an experience that I will never forget. Even with it five months ago that first time is still vivid in my mind and in my dreams. I did realize I had a bit more of a temper now, and especially around that time of the month. Which was embarrassing for me with only my dad and brothers. Luckily my aunts had been there to explain to me that I wasn't dying, and what to expect and needed. I'm lucky to have my aunts!

New Years Eve we were all having fun in the game room upstairs in the living quarters at sanctuary. After we'd had to leave the bar that is. The countdown began, and we barely had time to celebrate when the whole building started to shake. Valerian and Remi were still at work down in the Bar and Grill, but Maxim and I were upstairs with the other teenagers. It felt like an earthquake, but that didn't seem possible. I must have blacked out or something because when I was waking up I found myself on the floor beside Maxim who had made his way to me during the earthquake. There was light coming in the windows. As the others woke up we went out on the balcony and looked down in shock realizing that we weren't in New Orleans anymore. Where we were was a whole new landscape. Other people were coming out of other buildings looking around in shock as well. Somehow I think we have a fight ahead of us, and we have no idea what is coming!

Jordan was grinning, and he started to say something, but got a weird look on his face as he was definitely thinking now. Images of the food were coming to mind, but he couldn’t for the life of him think of the names of the establishments the food was at. Now that he thought about it parts of it were blurry, but for the memory of the food and how it tasted. Thinking some more he let out a laugh. “Now that I think about it I can tell you the foods, but not the places.” He smirked as he chuckled a little more. “Cause we usually hit them after our pub run even though we eat a bunch while at the pub.” He was trying to piece together where they went after their pub run. He knew his wallet was usually empty the mornings after. The bar tab was only paid once a month so it hadn’t all been spent there either. “Well there is a Shepherd's pie to die for, at one of the places. Another has some excellent Applewood smoked BBQ Ribs. Oh there’s the lemon-herbed chicken that seems to melt in your mouth. There’s a sticky toffee pudding somewhere too that blows your mind.” He stopped to think some more about the food. “Josh always gets the steak and Kidney pie somewhere that’s in a bread bowl. I hate the kidney part though.” He admitted, but if it was something she liked. “Oh there’s Cornish pasties that are awesome, uhh somewhere too.” He furrowed his brow knowing they had to be here in Diagon Alley somewhere. He knew if he looked he’d recognize the place, but he still couldn’t think of the names of the places. “Hey you should join us for a pub night sometimes! Almost every one there is a Quidditch player or in the business of Quidditch. It’s not very well known in the community though to be honest. It’s been around for years though, cause my dad and his buddies used to hang out there. He’s the one who told us about it.” He grinned at her.

Jordan laughed hearing her and shook his head. He had more than his share of Quidditch things. He didn’t think he had better admit that though. Especially when he kept adding to it. Though the place where he and his brothers lived was more than big enough for it. Their friends were always crashing at their place. “Never know when something new might come in handy.” Was all he said to that. He grinned widely at her. “No definitely no lover. The youngest of the Matheson’s. Drew and Angel. Angel has her own Quidditch gear and clothes, but ours just seem to disappear and show up later with her either carrying it or wearing it. Since that’s been happening since she was little we are used to it now, and just replace it.” He shrugged since it was nothing new to him, and would probably still be happening when they were old and gray. “She’s not spoiled either. She works for what she gets the same as us boys. If she’s not thinking about Quidditch she has animals flocking to her.” He knew that could get a little overwhelming at times. He pointed over at the bookshelf in the far corner when she asked about the books. “There’s a whole section of books over there.” He grinned at her wondering if she had a one track mind when she came in here. He definitely didn’t. “Or you could come over and check out our library, and borrow some books.” He offered. He could spend hours in this store, and go back looking again seeing something he had missed the first time. Which sometimes wasn’t a good thing cause if it was something cool he’d pick it up for his siblings too. With how much he picked up he had bags full which was hard to get home then. Trying to apparate with that much stuff was unbearable. After losing some of his stuff one time he started taking the knight bus home.

“Follow me darling.” Jordan grinned when she asked about the gloves. He led her over to the gear section and pointed out the display of gloves that they had that was pretty impressive of the new brand Ollie’s Gloves. There were practically every color you could imagine there. “Ollie is a friend of mine. When he comes up with something new he has me and some others try his stuff out. After I try them out if they're good then I send whatever it is to Angel to try out at Hogwarts. If it’s not ready I let Ollie know for sure, and he works on it till he perfects it.” He explained to her. Sometimes it was a lot of fun trying out whatever Ollie came out. Other times it was disastrous. His brother Gregory had ended up at St Mungo's after one of those incidents. His mother had sent him more than one angry howler over that one. What was great was she had sent them to Ollie too telling him he better get his head on straight! “What’s awesome about these gloves too is that they come in one size, but they form to your hands after you put them on. So they are perfect then!” He said handing his items he had picked up to the clerk who came over to take them from him so he could pick up more if he wanted to. He hadn’t even noticed the girl checking him out and giving him a come hither smile.