Jordan Camden

[~*Silver Bullet*~]

Name: Jordan Lynn Camden
Age | B-day: 25 | January 12, 1984
Position: Demolisher
Town: NYC

Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'9"
Face: Jessica Biel

History:
Jordan was born to a nice enough family in a small town near Detroit, MI. She had a couple older brothers who were both about two years older than her--Justin and Jared--and eventually five years down the road a younger sister named Jeny. She always felt like the outcast in the family. It was she who usually got into trouble, not her brothers or sisters. She never could seem to do anything right in her then-childish mind. Her mom and dad expected her to do well in school, but it seemed her mind wasn't focused enough for it. Her grades simply were abysmal to her parents (though, to Jordan, a C+ wasn't all that bad unless she wanted to go to college..Besides, she would have all high school to make up for it).

But, her mind was always too busy elsewhere. One could say her head was usually in the clouds...or more accurately, her nose always in a book. Her favorite genre? Horror, really, though when her mother complained, she'd go read something like The Babysitter's Club or The Boxcar Children. Apparently reading about things like Vampires, Werewolves, and other things deemed mythical wasn't acceptable in her mother's eyes. Her father, on the other hand, could care less so long as she'd done her homework and had it checked over. Of course, the day she entered her freshman year, she became rather sophomoric and resistant about that, refused to have it looked over--claimed they were trying to baby her. She was big stuff, after all--until she realized she was on the bottom of the proverbial totem pole again.

High school really cut back on her reading time, which she hated. Her mother insisted they get her a tutor for every single subject she got a low grade on after the first progress report came out, and she was expected to shape up or ship out. Funny how that turned things around. She didn't much care to have to have tutoring and then spend all those hours afterward on homework. Having next to zilch for potentially pleasurable activity was frustrating. Grades began to improve drastically, which only resulted in gloating from her mom about how she always knew she was a smart kid. The tutoring stopped after the first semester, and she kept her grades up to avoid that hell again.

She floated through tenth grade relatively easily. She was sort of more the kid who hung in the background (though certainly not shy or afraid to speak) with one or two best friends and secretly crushed on the football quarterback or that handsome new kid or that hunky senior despite knowing she could have none of them. That all seemed to change come junior year. She still remained in the background for the most part until it came time for the winter dance. That hunky senior happened to notice her. It was too good to be true...really, but she accepted, hoping beyond hope that he wasn't just going to make a fool out of her. Junior year was, after all, already living hell with the teachers trying to kill them with homework.

Guy turned out to be a jerk. Jordan left the dance early and didn't want to call her mom to come pick her up. (After all, that would mean admitting that she had made a poor choice and at least a slight lecture from her mom, and she really didn't feel up to that at that point in time.) So, she made her way along the sidewalk, tightly wrapping her coat around her as she walked in the below freezing weather. Her face stung from the cold. Stupid pride wouldn't have her call before, but now it was the fact that she knew she would be dead meat if she called her mom being this far already from the school. She'd practically be begging for them to take her car keys away and computer and music and door lock and books and anything else she could possibly miss.

She decided the weather was enough warrant to make her way through some shortcuts that weren't the best in the world, but she wanted to get out of these shoes and out of the cold. She should have just called her mom or dad or Justin. Yeah, Justin. She'd call him now. So, she stopped, walking off to the side of the road, shivering as she began to work to bring the highlighted bar down to Justin's cell number, forgetting to keep her eyes open for any threats because of the cold and concentrating on the phone. Some creature entered the alley she was in and before she knew it, the thing had jumped her, and she froze, dropping her cell as she struggled to get the large, furry animal away from her. Her heart racing as she managed to get away unscathed, she let out a scream as she saw what it was, everything she'd read in horror stories came back to her.

No way. She was losing her mind now. She'd got too cold and sat down somewhere and fallen asleep, was dying, and this was just her brain's way of making that fact painstakingly obvious. But, she knew it was real. The pain was real. The fear was real. She had to get away. So, she began to back away before turning to run even though she was in heels and could barely feel her feet. But there had to be somewhere nearby that she could run into and hide in. Just as she stumbled out of the alley, a cop car drive by and she rushed over, flailing her arms wildly to get his attention. She rushed over and got into the back, telling him frantically to drive away and told him her address. She was too frazzled to think about how it would seem to arrive home with a cop, but sounded better than walking home with a something that reminded me of a werewolf out and about.

When she got home, no one was there, however. Justin was supposed to have waited at home for her to get back because her parents were out for the evening, but seemed he'd split. Probably out clubbing or something, not that she cared. She thanked the officer and made her way upstairs to her room where she stood before her dresser mirror, staring at herself and trying to get a grasp. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real, but sure enough it was. Soon, she found herself amongst a group of demolishers...seemed the cop had been one of them. She found herself being trained how to fight these things, which legend was most true in regards to their weaknesses, etc.

Her parents weren't too fond of her staying out late over her remaining school year and were especially disappointed when she ended up telling them she wasn't going to college. The group of demolishers she was with helped line her up a job and a place to stay, and she remained fighting with them against this lycan threat. She practically ate, drank, and breathed what she was taught, and it was no wonder she was sent to the town of Snakespeare two years later. There were things to scope out and reason enough to believe werewolf activity was present among other reasons. So, now she's been here six years, sticking to the fight and returning home when she can to reunite with old friends and sometimes her berating family.

Personality:
Ever heard the saying 'What you see is what you get'? Well, if you hadn't, now you have, so you can't answer with 'no.' Tough exterior with stern face, brown hair that is usually pulled back in a ponytail. Clothes are never anything fancy. Get an idea for her personality? No nonsense...but that only applies during the night when out hunting as does that general look. She just doesn't wish to be distracted while on the job, knowing it could cost her her own life or that of another. The Lycan threat is too great and she's accepted that responsibility, making it her main purpose in life. After all, her group from Detroit already showed a lot of trust and faith in her abilities as a demolisher, so that spoke highly of her, and she's not quite sure she deserves that faith, only hopes she can live up to their expectations.

At heart, Jordan is a low profile type girl who loves the occasional fun night out or a fling with someone, but she typically does not act on such desires, especially now that she's out here with a purpose. She left a boyfriend back in Detroit (Josh), but she tries not to think about that fact. They were just starting to get serious and she'd halfway expected him to propose the night she left at the dinner they went to, but he didn't, and so now she's sort of uncertain that she still wishes to be in that relationship. After all, it was exciting and scary at the same time that they had become so close. Now, she has a chance to get used to being alone again. She'd made a mistake getting to know him so well, but she's still keeping in contact. She still needs him and wants him, even if she won't admit it to anyone, not even herself except at times.

Whether she's talkative or not depends on the situation she finds herself in, with whom she is speaking, and her mood. She won't hesitate to hold her tongue if some punk ass kid is all up in her face or trying to tell her how it is. She has no time for such people nor careless drunks that seem to be hitting on just about everyone in a bar. She'll simply remove herself from the problem if it persists longer than she cares for it to persist. She'll talk to her friends about almost anything, but there are certain facets of herself she hides even from them. Not many know her past or much about why she started demolishing, and she prefers it to stay that way.

Ultra hyper people annoy her as do emos. She can't understand either type of person, so she tends to avoid them. Annoying her isn't something one wants to do or ticking her off. Being on her bad side might just mean a grudge for life depending on how bad she deems the offense to be. Then again, it could just mean you have to suck up and apologize profusely to prove you mean it. But, only one problem there--she hates suck-ups. So, it takes careful planning to get her to let you back in her good graces if you've truly offended her.

Generally, she's a nice enough person, but if she's nice to you, she expects the same in return. Being a demolisher is a thankless enough job without people around her treating her like dirt. She doesn't expect recognition, not exactly doing her job when people are around, but she doesn't take too kindly to someone just being rude to her for no reason. She tolerates it on your average day, but get her on a day where she's in a bad mood or the morning after a failed kill, she's not someone whose path one should ever cross.

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Name: Jen
How'd you find us? Friends with the owner and sister of the co-creator. Connect the dots. =p

RP Sample: See Casey