I can be quite mysterious. You won't get anything out of me if I don't want it to be out and about. I love anything intriguing and dangerous. I put my life on the line everyday in my line of work, and it's something I get goosebumps doing cause I love it! It takes a bit to anger me, but if you do better be ready for the worst nightmare of your life! I am a Werewolf after all. Easiest way to anger me is by messing with my family. I can play a part very well when I'm on a job.

[smear:#dc143c]Positive Traits:[/smear:#696969:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
3)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details.
4)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
5)Flirtatious: Inclined to provocative teasing and suggestive attention.
6)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear

[smear:#696969]Negative Traits: [/smear:#dc143c:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
4)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Devious: Characterized by subtlety and trickery; not straightforward.
6)Manipulative: Attempting to influence the behavior of others for one's own benefit.

The day I was born it wasn't too hot yet, nor was it cold either. It was a mild day in other words for May 9th. Born on the Bayou sorta. I was born here in New Orleans in the heart of it. The French Quarter is the city’s historic heart, famous for its vibrant nightlife and colorful buildings with cast-iron balconies. Crowd-pleasing Bourbon Street features jazz clubs, Cajun eateries and raucous bars serving potent cocktails. Quieter streets lead to the French Market, with gourmet food and local crafts, and to Jackson Square where street performers entertain in front of soaring St. Louis Cathedral. Often called the Crown Jewel of New Orleans, and it's also known as the Vieux Carre. Born to werewolves Alcide and Valentina LeDoux. I was their surprise baby. As my older siblings Thorn, Candy, Kayla and Xander were already teenagers.

As I grew up and learned to read I was always buried in some new adventure. Once I read about something I had to try it. Which probably gave my parents premature grey hair. Though actually neither of them have grey hair. Both still have their natural black. Joining me in my adventures were Cai and Cris who were a year older than me. Guess it comes with being werewolves and we age slowly and gracefully. I was only six when my first nephew Orion was born. To his horror now I still show my pictures of him as my doll when he was a baby. Same with Valerian and some more of my nephews and nieces. That is till I grew out of dolls. Orion and Val hate that I dressed them in my doll dresses. Even if they had been babies. They've tried to destroy the evidence, but I have the proofs and too many copied off. Not to mention they are hidden very well!

I adored each of my nieces and nephews and after I got a job when I was a teenager I would shower them with gifts. Not that I had to work as I definitely came from old money, and was well taken care of. I wanted to find my own way. Though I still got lost in my books and dreamed of more. After I graduated I followed those dreams. Becoming an international spy and well sought after. Though through my many different aliases. I never really joined any agency as I wanted to keep my identity secret. It was a way to keep my family protected. If my true identity were to get out that would put my family in jeopardy. It was also to keep my abilities as a werewolf and a witch secret too.

My last assignment brought me home to New Orleans. Of course I had visited my family over the last twelve years as much as I wanted. Always bringing home souvenirs for my family from wherever I had been in the world. As I have traveled about every place imaginable. My family thinks I just love being abroad and traveling not knowing the truth which also protects them. This time though my job was hitting way to close to my family. The hit was my own brother Thorn. I didn't know who he had pissed off this time, and wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I knew I wasn't going to spy on him or take him out. Not in anyway shape or form. I got back in time for New Years in New Orleans, but I was going to wait to talk to my brother the next day.

Only I never got that chance as when midnight hit New Orleans was struck with an unprecedented earthquake. I was at a party at the pack's bar and grill Sanctuary when it hit. Experiencing earthquakes in my travels this was new, and the hardest I had ever been in. When I came to it was like the next day. Getting up and making my way outside I gaped as we definitely weren't in the heart of New Orleans any more. This was a whole new place. Something made out of what happened the night before. I tried calling contacts in my phone, but there must have been no cell towers anymore. We were cut off from the rest of the world. With others who had been uprooted and sent her as well. Guess my life as I had known it was over, but a whole new adventure awaited in this new reality. Who knew what was going to come at 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.