I'm pretty easy going unless you piss me off. Then I can bite your head off, and the claws come up. Especially if you hurt one of the pups. I know how to hunt since my parents made sure of that teaching me and my siblings. If I find my prey I'm not afraid to take them out either. Especially if they are hunters. An eye for an eye I saw.

[smear:#1ffbed]Positive Traits:[/smear:#fd07d1:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Responsible: Being accountable for one's actions and obligations.
3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
4)Uninhibited: Not restricted or restrained by societal or psychological norms.
5)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
6)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.

[smear:#fd07d1]Negative Traits: [/smear:#1ffbed:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
3)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.
4)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
5)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
6)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.

The day I came into this bright cruel world was a hot sultry day in June. June 9th. Once I was out I wanted back in. Mom said I would cry for hours at a time. It was only in darkness that I would eventually quiet and fall asleep. As soon as a light would come on though I was awake and screaming. Luckily for her that didn't last but the first year of my life.

I'm one of the older kids in the pack, and it was a few years later before my parents had another child. I was three when my little sister was born. I was seven when my baby brother was born. Dad finally got his boy, but I knew he loved us girls still more than anything in this world. Well except for mom and our baby brother. I was definitely a tomboy growing up so I was definitely a daddy's girl. Always playing sports with him, the other boys, and their dads.

I especially couldn't wait to join in on Divergent Security. Learn to kick butt if I had to on the job. We started training in our early teens, but we were only allowed to work in the office area. Which royally sucked. Changing for the first time into a wolf at sixteen was definitely fun! My parents were right there with me as well as my friends that were old enough to change and the other parents. I got to be there when my little sister changed for the first time too. Oh and the second I graduated I was allowed to start working in the actual Security part. Only it was a little boring unless a good fight happened at one of the jobs. Or there was some kind of tension.

My twenty-first year tragedy struck my family and the pack. While out on a run we were attacked by Hunters. My mother and one of the fathers helped get us kids to safety. The other parents unfortunately perished in the battle. We've had nothing but trouble with hunters since. They are like a plague we just can't get rid of. We mourned the loss of dad and the other parents. Never truly getting over it. Mom wasn't really herself anymore either without dad around. My baby brother didn't have dad there either the first time that he changed. It was bittersweet for all of us.

Now our life was changed upside down again on New Years Eve. An earthquake struck. out of the blue. Earthquakes were unheard of in our neck of the woods. So when it was all over and we were waking up. It wasn't to the regular sights or anything. It was in a whole new reality. One that brought new kinds of danger with it as well as the hunters. Now why it had to bring the hunters with us I have no idea. One of these days they will get what is coming to them. First we have to learn how to survive here in this new reality cut off from what all we are used to.

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.