I'm usually easygoing, and understanding. Unless one of the pups put themselves into an unnecessary risk. Then you can probably hear me yelling at them for miles. I hold a resentment to those that killed my parents. I can be pretty vindictive too wanting to get even for what they did. I take my job and the pack seriously. I'm also caring, and loving to those that I love. Especially my mate!

[smear:#20f8d4]Positive Traits:[/smear:#7019e6:0]
1)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity.
2)Ambitious: Driven by the desire to achieve a particular goal.
3)Humble: Not haughty, arrogant, or superior.
4)Industrious: Working with devotion and determination.
5)Cautious: Given to prudent forethought before acting.
6)Supportive: Providing encouragement and assistance to others.

[smear:#7019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#20f8d4:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
5)Resentful: Marked by bitterness.
6)Violent: Using physical force to intimidate, abuse, or cause injury.

It was biting, frigid day when I was born. The roads were too slick for anyone to be out on them. Though most of us were born right here at the pack house anyhow with the other mothers having trained to be midwives. It made it easier in case there was something that came up with one of our births. Especially with being werewolves. We didn't need that little secret getting out. In reality I was the New Years baby that year though. Which got my parents all kinds of freebies.

For six years it was just me and my sister till our baby sisters were born. We grew up here at the pack house with the rest of the pack. So we considered ourselves all family anyhow. Course us kids found all kinds of trouble for use to get into. Sometimes our dad's were right there in the thick of things getting into trouble with us which made it even more fun! Our mothers could be fit to be tied sometimes, but in the end they gave into our fathers. Sometimes joining in with us or just throwing up their hands and leaving us to it.

I started to train to join the pack's business Divergent Security when I turned thirteen. Learning to fight was awesome! I couldn't wait to try my skills out in the field. Unfortunately I got into a few fights at school protecting the others. Luckily I only got suspended one time. Otherwise it was in school suspension. Which royally sucked. I made it through though.

Turning sixteen I couldn't wait to finally change into a wolf. Sure I was a bit nervous who wouldn't be? It was like nothing I had ever dreamed of though, and I loved being in a wolf. Running with the pack. The wind ruffling my fur when I ran. It was an experience that I still love more than anything. Only thing that ever mired the memory of those days was when we were attacked on a run two years ago. The day I lost my parents. A day engraved in my mind for eternity.

I was finally allowed to go on jobs when I turned eighteen with Divergent Security. Some of the jobs may be a bit boring, but there have been a few that were definitely a lot of fun! With our heightened senses it makes it even better. Our senses make it easier to hunt down the hunters and take care of them as well. Just don't tell anyone! Oh when I turned sixteen I asked my best friend out too, and she actually said yes. We've been together ever since which makes seven years now.

So my birthday rang in on a helluva note this year. I don't remember much after the clock struck midnight. Just the earthquake that hit. Which was definitely unusual for around here. When I woke up the next day not in my bed I knew something was off with thing having fallen off shelves. None of us had made it to bed the night before still up partying as much as we could. Waking up was a nightmare though when I stepped outside in the bright sunlight. We definitely weren't in Devil's Lake any longer to my shock. Sure our pack house had come with us, but everything else was like a whole new reality. I rubbed my eyes wondering if I were seeing things, but I wasn't. Seems like we are cut off from the rest of the world. Unfortunately the hunters came too. Now we don't have to just for our survival against them, but a whole new world of things.

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.