Bobbie’s Comments (group member since May 15, 2011)

Bobbie’s comments from the ROLEPLAY! It's not like I have something better to do (: group.

"It was pretty disgusting." Jordan made a sandwich out of two slices of bread, some ham, fish, cheez whiz, and... other stuff and ate half of it in one bite. "I'm happy to say that I wasn't one of them," he said with his mouth full.


((He was.))

"I'd be happy to act as your guide for your first week or so," Jordan said as he reappeared. He swung his long legs under the table and gulped down some coffee, raising an eyebrow at Cai.

"I think I'll take the second option," Jordan said as he headed off to the coffeepot.

"Kaylin?"

"Owch." Jordan rubbed his head and grinned ruefully. "I guess I should have expected that." He ducked another swipe ((is that ok?)) and stood up to get his coffee. "Ladies? Anything while I'm up?"

"I have a feeling she can handle it," Jordan chimed in, draining his coffee. "That tastes good? I think I'll have some." He got up, piled his plate with lots of food (not all of it identifiable as such), and sat back down. "Oops. More coffee, tour guide." He snapped his fingers at Saffy playfully.

((Okay... I will never remember how to spell *looks it up* Caoilainn's name... so I'm afraid I'm going to spell it like Kaylin from now on, because (1) it's easier, (2) that's how it's pronounced, and (3) that's how Jordan thinks her name's spelled. Sorry...))

((stupid goodreads never gives me updates...))

"Getting caught. But the tour too," Jordan said, grinning at Saffy.

"Oh, I feel for you." Jordan nodded.

((sorry, having trouble getting on...))

"I like challenges," Jordan said with a smile and a shrug. "During one of my... adventures, CHERUB found me and offered me a new challenge. So here I am." He thought for a moment. "Oh yeah, and I like surfing. Except not in this freezing place. Where're you from?"

Jordan looked up from his coffee sleepily. "Do I hear talk about ridiculously amazing hacking?" he asked, still sounding half-awake. When he saw the slim red-haired girl, though, his eyes shot open. "Saffy! Are you going to introduce me to your new friend?"

((Go walk by Jordan and introduce Caoilainn to him... he's getting bored again. And bad things happen when Jordan's bored.))

"Hacker, huh?" Jordan sucked down some coffee, made a face, and added more cream and sugar. "What d'you think about that, Nat? Recruiting a lawbreaker 'stead of stickin' em in jail?"

Jordan emerged from his dorms and made his way to the cafeteria, sleepy and tousle-haired. He slumped down in a seat next to Saffy and Natalie. "'Morning," he mumbled as he reached for the coffee.

Name: Jordan Bellator

Age: 15

Gender: male

T-shirt color: Gray

Race: American... actually, that's nationality, not race. He's from California, if you want to get into details. City? You guess. As for his ethnicity, he's half white, half Hispanic (his skin is a lot darker than what's in the picture).

How long they have been in CHERUB: four months

Number of missions they have been on: None yet

Specialties: The physical stuff, dude. Martial arts, practically any type of close-range weapon (sword, club, quarterstaff, etc.), swimming, wrestling, running, pole-vaulting, soccer... you name it. He's most certainly not limited to just beating people up. Jordan's especially amazing at surfing.

Appearance:

Jordan has blond, sun-bleached hair and skin that looks as if it's always tanned (frequently it is, but it's dark when he doesn't have a tan, too). His hazel eyes shift from green to gray to brown. He's tall and well-built, and strong and muscular (although he doesn't look it) from a lifetime of surfing and swimming.

History: When he was 13, Jordan sailboarded onto a high-security island owned by the U.S. government and subsequently made it all the way into their base before they caught him. (He took out several guards dispatched after him, too. He claimed to have entered the compound because he was looking for a phone to call his parents.) He ended up in juvie, but escaped after a couple of months. This type of thing repeated for a little over a year. (One time he sneaked into an army training facility so that he could run through the rigorous physical training course.) Then his parents died in a car crash. Jordan kept looking for bigger and higher-stakes "challenges" to distract him from his grief, and eventually managed to hitch a ride across the Atlantic to the UK, both to escape US authorities and to find new challenges. CHERUB picked him up almost immediately after he tried to enter yet another high-security facility. The basic training has been his hardest challenge yet, so he's been pretty happy here. However, he's really eager for a mission, because he's starting to get bored.

Other: He loves pretty much anything to do with the water (swimming, scuba diving, snorkeling, etc.), but especially loves surfing and sailboarding. He can hold his breath for an unusually long time. Never EVER challenge him to a contest of one of the above activities, unless you want your sorry ass kicked.

Hi, I'm Bobbie :)