I can be quiet unless I'm with my friends and family. They can get me talking. I'm outgoing, and love my job. It doesn't feel like a job at all. I love being outdoors and going camping, fishing, hiking and anything really that deals with the outdoors. I love being a werewolf, just hate the hunters that hunt my family and pack. I like to read as well.

[smear:#eea406]Positive:[/smear:#19e6de:0]
1)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
2)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
3)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
4)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
5)Nature-Focused: Preferring natural resources over artificial ones; being strongly attuned to nature.
6)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others.

[smear:#194ae6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#9419e6:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
4)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
6)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences.

It was a hot humid day when I was born. At least the air conditioner worked at home where mom had me and each of my siblings before me and after. Going to a hospital it would be kinda hard to explain while my mother healed fast if something were to happen with us being werewolves. My older siblings that welcomed me home were four year old Spike and two year old Hazel. For two years I was the youngest till my sister Reina was born. It was another three years before my parents had Briar. They had thought they were done so it was a shock when mom realized she was pregnant.

We grew up with the rest of the pack/covenant here at Divergent headquarters. With as many kids that were born to the pack there were never really any dull moments. Somehow we always found ways to get into trouble. I was usually quiet though as with as many kids as there were it was hard to get a word in edgewise. Though when they did get me to talking I did talk. I definitely didn't get verbose. I never felt unwanted or anything by the others. I fit in well with everyone!

I was told I was a stubborn toddler, and would throw temper tantrums if I didn't get to do something that I wanted to. That I was into everything and anything. There was one time I wanted a cookie, and climbed up on the cupboard. Crawling across I knocked off a freshly baked cake, a sack of flower that formed a cloud in the kitchen for awhile, and a few eggs that had been left on the counter. When I finally got my cookies, I slipped off the counter hitting my head. I got up leaving a trail of blood behind me as I slipped and slid through the mess on the floor. When mom came back from wherever she had been she let out a scream seeing the trail of blood which brought the other adults running. When they found me I was sitting on my bed happily eating the handful of cookies that I had swiped.

I'm sure there was other stuff that I did that made mom want to pull her hair out, but that was the one most talked about. I was the middle child, and the youngest boy so I was sorta spoiled I guess in ways, but in other ways not. As I grew older I did well in school, but stayed with my friends from the pack. Once in awhile I would get picked on, but my older brother and the other boys would be there in a heartbeat to stop things, and make sure that it didn't happen again.

When I turned sixteen I changed into a wolf for the first time. It was more than exhilarating, and I loved it. Running alongside my older siblings, parents and the rest of the pack that was over sixteen. I started to really look forward to the runs under the full moon. When there was a blizzard though we were stuck inside which royally sucked! It was a few years later that tragedy struck our pack. Hunters attacked us when we were out running, and both of my parents along with most of the other parents died defending us younger ones as we got away. Hours later when we went back in human form we found our parents laying there dead in the blood stained snow.

It's been two years but I still have nightmares about that night. My siblings and I have become closer was about the only good thing that came of it. The whole pack that is left I feel has become stronger and closer because of our tragedy. Those of us over eighteen threw ourselves into Divergent keeping it going and strong. A way to honor our fallen parents. We are still being hunted by the hunters, and have to watch our backs. It's not easy, but we are getting by.

On New Years Eve our lives were drastically changed again when there was something like an earthquake, and when we awoke later we were in almost a different reality. Cut off from anyone else. Or were we the only ones left? None of us know, but with hunters having been brought here too, and demons showing up by the hordes we are going to have to fight for our survival.

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.