I am usually pretty easy going, but I don't take shit from anyone. Some of the pack learned that the hard way, and I definitely earned their respect. I was born fighting, and I'll always be a fighter. I put the pack and my families needs above my own. I definitely won't go down without a fight.

[smear:#e62e19]Positive Traits:[/smear:#dcbd4d:0]
1)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
2)Diplomatic: Skilled at handling people while respecting their needs.
3)Perceptive: Showing intuitive observation and insight.
4)Adaptable: Showing flexibility and versatility regardless of the situation
5)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
6)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity.

[smear:#dcbd4d]Negative Traits: [/smear:#e62e19:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome. My younger brothers are always dragging me into something, and I have to admit I do enjoy it.
3)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood. I'm a wolf what do you expect...
4)Violent: Using physical force to intimidate, abuse, or cause injury. Especially so when protecting my territory from Rogue Wolves.
5)Melodramatic: Overly emotional; exhibiting overblown responses to situations or stimuli, often to create drama or draw attention. I love being this way to my kids when they blow something out of proportion. Or one of the pack.
6)Possessive: Needing to own (a thing) or dominate (a subject). When it comes to my territory definitely!

In the heart of the Vieux Carre is where we are located. Vieux Carré Historic District is a National Historic Landmark located in New Orleans, LA in the area generally bounded by Esplanade Ave. to the north, the Mississippi River to the east, Canal St., Decatur St., and Iberville St. to the south, and Basin S., St. Louis St., and North Rampart St. to the west. Vieux Carre literally means old square. It is also known as the French Quarter, and it is the oldest neighborhood in the city of New Orleans.

I was born in the hottest month that New Orleans has. July. The ninth of July. Mom must have suffered through the fourth of July as big as she was with me. Yeah I've seen the pictures! She had three toddlers running around two that she had to keep up with. Thorn who was three, Candy was two and Kayla would have been around one. So that made two boys and two girls for them.

We must have been a wild lot growing up and it's a wonder our parents weren't totally grey. Being werewolves though probably kept them from turning grey. I found when I was growing up that I loved to spend time in the kitchen with my mother and grandmother when they were baking. I spent a lot of time in the kitchens with her, but yet still found time to spend with my best friend Bronwyn. In the mornings I'd be up by five to help do the baking when I was in grade school. I loved the smell of bread cooking. There was nothing like the taste of fresh bread when it came out of the oven.

I was the baby of the family till I was twelve and my mom had a surprise baby. Wasn't surprising with a couple of the other mothers having had surprise babies when they thought they were done. My baby sister Laura Beth was born. I thought she was adorable, and when she grew older I was always sneaking a treat to her now and then. Even with her I was still the baby boy, and mom didn't let me forget that!

I learned to make all kinds of desserts. My father found it a little odd that I was interested in this, but he let me be as I was happy. That was all that mattered to him. By the time I was thirteen I'd beat my grandmother done, and get started myself on the baking. I was an early riser, and usually in bed early at the night. So when I turned sixteen I found myself in the kitchen every morning and helping with the baking. Then go to school, and help out in the afternoons for a few hours. I'd have evenings off since I worked during the mornings so I could get my homework done and whatever else I wanted to do.

Turning sixteen also meant changing for the first time into my wolf. On the nights of a full moon I'd find it a little hard to get up the next morning to bake, but I still did. That was the time I started falling asleep in my classes, and getting into trouble at school. Once Bronwyn and I both changed we realized we were mates. I was more than excited about that. We'd always been close, and I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. After marrying we brought four beautiful children into this world. Ryker, Atticus and Soren who are twins, and our baby girl Isadora. Our lives were perfect. I was now the full time baker and have been for years now. Once in awhile my mother would join me in getting the baked good ready for sanctuary.

New Years Eve Party was still in full swing. I had danced the evening away with my wife enjoying ourselves. I counted down with everyone else, and then kissed my wife at the stroke of midnight welcoming in the new year. When the earth started to shake I just kept kissing Bronwyn thinking it was an earth shattering kiss. That is till I heard people screaming, and I broke the kiss holding Bronwyn to me in confusion. Next thing I knew I was waking up as were the others. Heading outside I was more than shocked seeing that we definitely weren't in New Orleans any longer. Where we were I had no clue, and I didn't think it was good at all! Others had been brought here to wherever here was, and were just as shocked as we were.

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.