I can be described as anxious, hyperactive, and curious. I'm a notorious bookworm who excels at piecing together clues and figuring out mysteries, such as the fact that Scott had become a Werewolf, the identity of the Kanima's first master, and the fact that a Dark Druid was behind the human sacrifices that were occurring in Beacon Hills. Since becoming aware of the supernatural world, my social and generalized anxiety has only become worse, because I fear having to deal with the loss of any of my friends or family as a result of their supernatural enemies.

Because of this anxiety, I can often become so overwhelmed by trauma that I both physically and verbally lash out at those around me, whether they are friend or foe, as evidenced by me tackling Scott after my father, Noah, was attacked by a Chimera, despite knowing that Scott, too, was in danger from Theo's machinations as well at the exact same time that the Sheriff was hurt, preventing Scott from doing anything to help him due to being trapped in the high school with Mountain Ash.

Despite my anxiety and increasingly violent reactions to bad news, I am a very loyal person who would do anything to protect my loved ones, even if it means giving up my life to do so. This has only increased since I was possessed by the Nogitsune, because the amount of enjoyment that he got out of being powerful and in control made me frightened and ashamed of his darker nature, pushing me to do good to make up for it and to ensure that no one else gets hurt because of my actions, even if it means I have to die to make it so. I am slow to trust people, but once I warm up to them and the person gains my trust, I become very close to them and will do whatever I have to do in order to protect them and ensure their safety, as evidenced by my relationships with Derek Hale, Kira Yukimura, and Liam Dunbar; I was suspicious of them and their motives when I first met them, but, over time, after they proved themselves to be good people who shared the McCall Packs' mission of protecting innocents from supernatural threats, I accepted them as my loved ones and would do anything to help them, just as I would with my father or Scott, the two people I love the most.

I'm like my father, and I enjoy puzzles and act as the lead investigator for the McCall Pack in order to gain information and evidence regarding the threats that we face. For this reason, my intelligence is my greatest strength within the pack and has either given us an advantage or has outright saved them in multiple situations throughout our time together. Despite everything that I have been through, I still show no obvious signs of wanting to become a Werewolf, preferring to maintain my humanity and use my non-supernatural gifts to help the pack protect our hometown.

I was born in 1995 to Noah and Claudia Stilinski, and grew up in Beacon Hills, California. As a child, I was unable to properly say my birth name, Mieczysław (a Polish male given name pronounced mee-chee-swahv); the closest I could get to a correct pronunciation was "Mischief" which became a nickname that my mother began calling me as a result of my naturally mischievous nature.

As a young child, my mother was stricken with frontotemporal dementia. During the time she endured this illness, my mother suffered such horrifying delusions that she was under the impression that I was trying to kill her despite the fact that I was really just an anxious child worried about my mother. According to the memory I had repressed that I experienced in a flashback due to reading The Dread Doctors novel by Gabriel Valuck, my mom even violently attacked me on at least one occasion as a result of her dementia, which caused her to develop a very strong case of paranoia and dissociation.

My mom ultimately died while being treated in the hospital, on an afternoon when I was visiting with her; unfortunately I had to endure the traumatic experience alone due to my dad being caught up dealing with a car accident case, as Noah ultimately decided to stay late to comfort a woman who was dying as a result of the crash.

At my mom's funeral, my father saw how badly I was mourning my mother's death and assured me that I still had him, and our mutual loss caused me to become quite close to my dad to help each other get through my mom’s death together. Afterward, I began to experience anxiety attacks and bouts of sleepwalking, though I eventually grew out of it for a time.

I also seemed to be aware of my father's affinity for whiskey, which occasionally went too far, to the point where he was asked by his fellow employees to cut down on his drinking. This was evidenced by when I defended my father against Special Agent Rafael McCall’s insinuations that my dad had relapsed. When I was old enough to start driving, my father gave him his Jeep, which had belonged to my mother, and which she had wanted me to have once I was old enough to drive it. The first time I took it out for a drive, I went into a ditch, and my father handed me my first roll of duct tape in order to fix it, a method of DIY-repairs that Imaintain to this day.

One night I heard my dad being called out so I snuck out and got Scott heading to the Beacon HIll’s Preserve with Styles as he had heard there was a dead body there. Well half of it. The other half had already been found. We got too close to the sheriff’s department who had been heading towards us, and I ended up getting caught. Scott though was able to get away. This was the night he got bitten and everything changed in our lives.

Our lives delved into the supernatural from then on. Fighting to save Beacon HIlls and our friends from anything that came at us. So much happened that there is too much to tell in one story. We’ve been through hell and back, but we are still fighting. What is happening now though we have no clue. It’s like we are in a different reality. No contact with those left behind. Though somehow all of our loved ones are here with us. Surviving in a whole new world. A whole new kind of trouble that’s coming our way. Together we can hopefully make a difference!

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.