I love being the life of the party. Nor do I like the answer no very much. I usually do pretty much what I want to do. Growing up my parents let us do as we pleased to a certain point, letting us learn life lessons along the way. So some I learned the hard way and others the easy way. I am tough yet caring at the same time. I love the thrills I get when having a good time, doing my job and in just about everything. I'm not very creative. I can't even draw a straight line. Guess it's a good thing I don't live on the straight and narrow!

[smear:#757575]Positive Traits:[/smear:#663399:0]
1)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
2)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
3)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses.
4)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
5)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
6)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.

[smear:#663399]Negative Traits:[/smear:#757575:0]
1)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
5)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

Witch persecutions were heavy back in the 16th century in Scotland and Ireland. With different decrees being made against them making hunting them down.The persecutions were mainly in the lowlands so my ancestors living in the highlands were in the height of them. Being up high in the highlands and in the middle of nowhere the covenant was mostly safe. Still when they came closer to them they up and decided to make their way to Ireland. Getting there they quickly discovered it was no better so they set sail to the America they had heard so much about.

Our ancestors came over on the Mayflower landing at Plymouth Harbor on December 16, 1620. Being what they were of course they didn’t stay there, and they bought covered wagons and horses and carried on into the unknown. They didn’t stop until they reached where Kansas is now. Stories passed down through the generations are that they were looking for land like the highlands in Scotland. It took them a few months, and it was hilly land. Not what they were used to, but the land would be good to grow on.

So they set down roots in what they named Dark Haven Kansas. They soon made friends with the native americans who lived there. Even a few of them married into the local tribe so that we carry the blood of them as well as our immigrant ancestors. I guess the rest you could say is history.

The Covenant built what is known as Legacy Ranch in Dark Haven Kansas. What the covenant was called before I’m not for sure, but they became known as the Dark Haven Covenant in the supernatural world. Sure there were non magical people who lived in Dark Haven, and they had no clue about the covenant or other supernatural beings lived here. My Aunt Nyx's mother was a werewolf so she’s half werewolf. So are a few others in our covenant. I have yet to meet a vampire yet, but I’ve heard that they are out there in the world.

My mother was a big buff of the Greek Goddesses and Gods so us kids were named after them. Starting with my older sister Artemis who is three years older than I. My name is Aphrodite, but I go by Tea as my parents affectionately called me. Though in reality Artemis is the one who gave me the name not being able to say my name when I was a baby. She only caught the last syllable so therefore I became known as Tea. I was born on August 29th, and it was a nice warm day. Not too hot or too cold. Just right my father had said. My parents raised us on a Bounty Hunter's salary which sometimes was a lot of money, and other times not that much of a bounty. Which to be honest isn't really a salary it's called a bounty.

Growing up I was fearless, and was always getting myself in predicaments. I always had scrapes and bruises. My parents just let me be, and become my own person. When I was three my little brother Apollo was born. My dad was ecstatic to finally get a boy, but I knew he didn't love Mis and I any less through his actions. When I was six my next little brother was born. Ares was what he was called, and then when I was nine along came the baby Atlas. Another boy for my dad. It made us girls outnumbered, but I loved my baby brothers, and became one of their biggest protectors.

During the summers we would visit Galveston island, and we got to swim in the Gulf of Mexico. Sure you couldn't see the bottom, but that was the fun of it for me. Till I turned ten and was out swimming one day. Now growing up we learned about the tides and stuff. Even rip tides. Those we avoided. The dolphins that we swam with that had become our friends made sure we stayed out of them. One day I was caught by surprise by a riptide, and before I knew it I was about a mile or more out from shore. It didn't help when something bit my leg and dragged me under. The dolphins were there immediately and hitting at whatever had me. It wasn't until I sent a surge of magic into it somehow that it let go of me. When I surfaced it did too from the force of my magic, and I had never seen a bigger shark than that before. Shock set in, but the next thing I knew I was back on the beach with Mis over me yelling my name that sounded like it was coming from far away.

Blackness had taken over, and when I woke up I was at one of the magical hospitals in Texas. Luckily they had been able to save my leg, but I had a gnarly scar from the bite. Needless to say I stayed away from the gulf after that not wanting to swim in it after having seen that Great White Shark. I was lucky to be alive. If it hadn't been for my Dolphin friends I probably wouldn't be here even with my surge of magic.

Growing up I was in 4-H and in the FFA in high school. I was a normal teenager even though I was a witch. I was able to ride before I could walk just like all the others in the Covenant. It came with growing up on a ranch that was a couple of miles outside of Dark Haven. My horse was a black and white paint horse that I called Skippy. I did go out for sports too in Junior high and high school. I loved going to parties too and having fun!

After graduating it was no question of what I would do. Of course I would be going into the family business. Bounty Hunter is what I became. A Drakos bounty hunter following in my parents footsteps and my father's before him. As well as my big sis Mis. Mis and I worked as a team, but sometimes we worked alongside our parents. Another team of bounty hunters was the Silverling boys from New Orleans. Over the years we have butted heads with them quite a few times. It was always the thrill of the hunt to try and beat them to a high profile bounty. Definitely a rivalry. I've been a bounty hunter now for four years. I'm twenty-one and living the life!

So everything was going well. We had a bonfire and shot off fireworks as the countdown ended on New Years Eve. Only the ground started to shake and I had no idea what happened next. When I woke up we were still on the ranch, but one of the boys had gone up on the hill that overlooked Dark Haven, and called us all up. To our shock the Dark Haven as we knew it was gone, and other buildings had appeared as if taking over our town. What was going on we had no idea, but our parents planned on heading to town to find out just where those buildings and people we could see had come from.

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.