I was born a fighter, having inherited my mother, Hayley's toughness and my father, Klaus' tenacity, something both my parents pointed out when I was a baby. I was a very calm and happy baby, with Freya mentioning how I inherited her paternal family resilience. I am also seemingly very intelligent, as I was able to use my magic to turn Camille's car on and off, saving her from immediate danger, all despite being a baby. As a young child, I was a kind and gentle girl. I had a sweet and innocent persona. I Enjoy helping innocent creatures and I once used my magic to heal a butterfly's broken wing. I once expressed to my father that I was lonely, never having any other kids my own age to play with.

As a teenager, I was stubborn and brave as I was willing to put myself through extreme pain and possible death to get my mother back. Both Klaus and Caroline described me as smart, possibly too smart for my own good, like my father. I did whatever I could to protect my family and always offered to help save those I cared about or considered family, including Marcel. However, when I magically absorbed the Hollow's soul, the constant whispering nearly drove me insane. The only way I could end the madness was by committing acts of violence. With my father's assistance, I took my anger and frustration out on those I deemed guilty. My desire to quell the voices by using violence and magic caused me to accidentally kill an innocent human, which triggered my werewolf curse. I struggled to come to terms with his death and referred to it as something that has stayed with me.

I struggle to forge meaningful connections with other people, and make friends with the other students at the Salvatore School, not only because of my one-of-a-kind supernatural classification, but also because I've already endured a lifetime of grief and heartbreak. To my peers, I seem closed off. I am forgiving to MG when I thought he killed my boyfriend, Landon. Due to my often-disastrous past, I have resigned myself to isolation, considering it the path that will provide the least heartbreak in my life. I see loneliness as less of a burden to bear than my formative experiences of loving so deeply and losing so terribly. However, I have begun to open up more to people, tediously forming friendships and entering a romantic relationship. I am slowly becoming more optimistic that I will be happy.

I was born to a hybrid werewolf/vampire Klaus Mikaelson and a werewolf Hayley Marshall. I was named Hope by my father, who took inspiration from his half-brother Elijah's words about his newborn child being their family's hope. My middle name is Andrea after my mother's birth-name and I take the surname of my father's side. It was May 2nd that I came into this world. As a result of my unique heritage, I am the world's first werewolf-witch-vampire hybrid. I inherited my werewolf gene from both of my parents, while my vampire and witch legacy came from my father who is the Original vampire-werewolf hybrid and the son of the Original Witch. Through my mother's Labonair lineage, I am werewolf royalty.

Shortly after I was born the french quarter coven planned to sacrifice me to the ancestors. My mother who they had kidnapped and had gone into birth had her throat slit, and broke my father's neck to get away with me. My blood healed my mother though, and led my father and Uncle Elijah who had been trying to find me to where I was just in the nick of time rescuing me. Come to find out my grandmother had arranged all of this.

My father and uncle came to realize I would never truly be safe. Like my own mother whose parents had thought they could protect her ended up dying and left her alone in this world. My mother swore not to let me go through any of that. My Aunt Rebekah took me to be raised to be safe, but my grandmother found us. I ended up back with my mother moving around for years, before ending back up in New Orleans and living with my family.

There was also the stuff about the Hollow which I still don't truly understand. It just made me do bad things I didn't want to do to get rid of the voices. Result to violence and it was fine for a while. This was when I triggered my werewolf gene curse killing an innocent on accident. I was only a little girl, but it still haunts me. The hollow was taken out of me by magic and divided between four of my family members who couldn't be around me or around one another after that. That's when my mother took me to the Salvatore Boarding School.

I've lived off and on with my mom and then my dad over my life. Being here at the Salvatore boarding school has anchored me though. Sure I have a hard time fitting in, but I'm trying to make something of it. When I turned fifteen I sold some of my blood to a werewolf who jumped from the tower killing himself. Making him a hybrid Werewolf/Vampire. I was suspended for that. So back to New Orleans I went.

My mother wasn't happy having to make amends with her pack for what I had done. I was grounded, but while on a phone call with my Uncle Kol I realized that causing something would draw my family back to New Orleans. I hadn't seen my father in seven years now since the hollow was taken out of me and put into my father and three of his siblings.

Unfortunately I started a chain of events that turned to tragedy. I did a spell on my mother to get my father to return to New Orleans. Only for my mother to be kidnapped by a vampire called Greta who was unhappy because the boy that I had sold blood to ended up killing a vampire unable to control himself. My mother wouldn't hand over Henry the poor boy who I had sired.

In the meantime a boy from school called Roman who was a vampire came to visit me in New Orleans. He wanted to pay his respects to Henry thinking he was dead. As he had been one of the tormentors of Henry before. He was surprised it seemed to hear that Henry was a vampire. Henry ended up killing someone and was sentenced to the Head Garden, but someone got him out and murdered him.

When my suspension was up I went back to school. My father was looking for my mother, but I also continued to do so. Roman was helping me and we snuck out of the school. In the end he had already known who I was, as he was Greta's son. His sister was with my Uncle Elijah. Roman took me captive, and his mother said that my mother would be set free if a spell was done on me to suppress my werewolf side. Marcel, a vampire who my father had sired, got my Aunt Freya to start the spell, but my father stopped her.

When my father showed up it was his own brother Elijah, whose memories of his family had been taken by Marcel, that attacked him trying to protect his girlfriend's family. Greta's husband had been killed by my father centuries ago and this was a family vendetta against mine. To end it my mother Hayley ripped off Greta's finger with her daylight ring, and threw them out in the sunlight where they instantly burst into fire.

So all I had left was my father after that, but he couldn't be around me because of the hollow inside of him. In the end my Aunt Freya and another witch Vincent came up with a way to remove the hollow and defeat it. So then I was free to be with my father. As well for him to be with his siblings once again. Even with Always and Forever they had stayed apart to protect me from the Hollow. (Changed from the original plot line in the Originals.) They were reunited as a family. Sure there were still the regular ups and down, and no one truly got ever losing my mother.

Everything was going alright till one night when there was an earthquake. None of us remember what we were doing right before, but we woke up in a different reality almost. Ley Lines had changed and nothing was the same. Cut off from the outside world. Not knowing what to expect, it looks like we are going to have to fight to survive along with the others who have appeared in this new reality with us.

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.