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jordan aslani. werewolf. diner waiter.

[crescentkind]

“HEAR MY SOUL SPEAK. OF THE VERY INSTANT THAT I SAW YOU, DID MY HEART FLY AT YOUR SERVICE.”

( aria shahghasemi. cisman. he/him. childhood bedroom & ben platt. ) that’s JORDAN ASLANI, isn’t it? they’re always hanging around the ECLIPSE pack, so it’s rare to catch them alone. i heard they’re 25 years old, and they’re currently a(n) WAITER at RIVERDALE DINER. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to THE BRONX by BICYCLE. ( livvy. 24. she/her. central time. )

@duskintro​

name: jordan aslani face claim: aria shahghasemi pronouns & gender: he/him & cis man age: twenty-five years old orientation: bisexual species: werewolf (born / triggered) pack: eclipse pack occupation: waiter at riverdale diner

birth date: february 22nd astrological sign: pisces height: five foot eight hair color: brown eye color: brown family: eclipse pack, mother (still alive)

traits: humble, artistic, respectful, absentminded, insecure moral alignment: lawful good hogwarts house: hufflepuff vice: envy virtue: humility

  history (tw: death, murder, bullying) -Blissfully ignorant to the supernatural world looming around him, Jordan grew up human. He grew up in New York, raised by a single mother who worked as a nurse at the local hospital. His father was never in the picture, his mother never talking about him. -He was always a good kid, never one to get into trouble even though trouble sometimes found him. Bullying was not a stranger to him at school, some kids thinking they were bigger and better than others. Jordan only fought back a few times, but was still never the aggressive type. -But even if someone isn’t the aggressive type, fate has a way of catching up to everyone. One way or another. For Jordan, it ended up being something that rocked his entire world: murder. -He was seventeen. A friend had the idea of going to a party after their high school’s homecoming football game. Jordan was dragged along, kind of just there. Not really socializing and barely touching any of the filled solo cups. -A jock decided to pick a fight with various students, including Jordan, who tried his best to wiggle himself out of it. Feet moved, the crowd not realizing how close they were getting to the nearby cliff. -One thing led to another, and Jordan had eventually pushed the jock away from him. Unfortunately, the guy lost his footing, and fell off the cliff. -It had been an accident. Jordan had not intended for that to happen. Various students – mostly those who had been friends with that jock – blamed and hated him for it. Others knew it had been accidental. Either way, Jordan felt immense guilt. -But that wasn’t the only thing that happened that night. Due to killing a human, accidentally or not, Jordan triggered his werewolf gene. He was stunned, not understanding what was happening to his body. -Thankfully, he was approached by someone who claimed they could help. They explained they were from the Eclipse pack, one of the various werewolf packs in the Bronx. Jordan was scared out of his mind, but something in him told him to trust this person. -So, he joined that pack. They taught him everything and took care of him. Jordan ended up finishing out his high school career, his senior year being a little rocky since he was still getting used to being a werewolf. -After he graduated, he moved to the Bronx, but chose not to go to college. It just wasn’t for him. He lived in a small apartment, getting by through means of working at Riverdale Diner as a waiter.

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kieranpclat​:

“jordan!” he called out, noticing the familiar face of another werewolf in the crowds of the holiday market. he had icarus’ leash wrapped around his wrist, and as he neared the other werewolf, his dog grew more excited. it was obvious that he recognized the other. kieran offered jordan a friendly smile, holding out his hand to shake his in greeting. “how are you? shopping?” he asked, gesturing around them at the vending booths that stood in neat lines. // @crescentkind​

Well, it was a good thing Jordan only had one earphone in at the moment else he may not have heard Kieran. He had been sitting on a bench listening to music before he caught his name somewhere in the crowd. Glancing up in surprise, he then smiled widely when he noticed Kieran and his dog. “Oh, hey!” he greeted, pausing the music and stuffing his phone and earphones in his jacket pocket. He stood up, shaking Kieran’s hand. “I’m good, thanks. Hey, Icarus!” Jordan chirped to the dog, petting him. “Oh actually, I haven’t been shopping much, um... mostly just looking around and stuff.”

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latinoblood​:

It was that time of the year again. It was always hard for him, it didn’t matter how long passed by, he still felt like something was missing when Christmas came, because he used to celebrate with his mom when she was still alive. He tried to surround himself with people he liked to have around and that he knew would take his mind off it, he also went to events that the city planned. In the beginning, many years ago, when it was still a fresh wound, he ignored the holiday completely, but he learned to deal with it, “Oh, hey,” he smiled, “That’s me, I remember you, your name that’s hard to recall, nothing personal though, I’m not the best with names.”

x

During the holidays, Jordan tended to make an effort to go visit his mom at some point. Of course, she was still unaware that he was a werewolf. She knew he lived in in the Bronx and was working at Riverdale diner, and had a group of friends he met that shared similar interests. Aka the Eclipse pack and by similar interests, he meant species. But at least he wasn’t alone for most of the holidays. He had his pack mates, and they were even there somewhere around the market. “Oh, it’s okay,” he promised. “I’m Jordan. Ah, would you... like to sit?”

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xnishmalik​:

“Yours looks great!” Nish beamed over to Jordan, while he stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Having fun so far?” He asked while he neared the younger man and the artist. “I let a little girl do my face painting while her mom was being done. I might wash some of it off because it’s a little thick. But I don’t want to hurt her feelings if I run into her again.” Holidays were bittersweet to him, but he was keeping up a good attitude towards the market. 

x

“Yeah, it’s been fun. Lots of people but... it’s nice that you guys are around.” Aka his pack mates. Nish’s face was quite the sight, and it was clear that Jordan was attempting not to laugh. But he just beamed back at his pack mate. “I like it!” he said, and it was true despite it being far from a professional looking art piece since it was by a child. “The artist who did mine said it brings out my eyes,” Jordan explained with a smile. “It’s a little hard to tell at night but I trust her.” 

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ofmckinney​:

“ CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING KINDA WEIRD ? ”   eli asks the stranger, though continues without an answer.   “ what size pants are you ? ”   maybe it’s less weird because he’s currently standing in front of a display of sweatpants, but still.     @crescentkind​

Jordan had just taken a bite of a soft pretzel, only to spin around when someone spoke to him. “Hm?” He mumbled before chewing and finishing what he had in his mouth. His mouth gaped in wonder at the question, blinking before glancing at the sweatpants rack. Of course, Jordan was still confused on why his own size needed to be a factor, but he wasn’t just gonna ignore the guy either. “Oh, um, I usually wear medium,” he responded. “But, ah, I’m not sure about the other uh... dimensions and stuff?”

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ameliafms​:

            she’s  like  an  angel  in  disguise  ,   blonde  and  green  eyes  ,   like  the  forest  that  lays  next  to  the  sidewalks  of  central  park  .    ‘  if  you  don’t  have  faith  in  yourself  ,   just  give  me  some  of  your  faith  ,   and  i’ll  have  enough  faith  for  the  both  of  us  in  you  .  ’   a  sweet  smile  ‘pon  the  irish  girl’s  lips  ,   and  she  tilts  her  head  in  consideration  .    ‘  what  if  i  guided  you ?  ’  

“Oh, uh,” Jordan sputtered, still looking unsure. “What if it’s still kind of... weak faith?” He was still doing that thing of not believing in himself, a common occurrence. He could say he was trying to work on it, but it took more than just telling himself that. “Sorry,” he added, finally just giving Amelia a smile in return since she seemed dedicated to them playing that game regardless. “Okay, we can try that.”

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ameliafms​:

         (  @duskstart​ !  )    ‘  you  so  got  this !  ’   hands  are  placed  on  the  other’s  shoulders  encouraging  them  to  play  the  christmas  game  that  was  hardly  german  and  more  american  than  anything  else  :   pin  the  red  nose  on  rudolph  .    ‘  i’ll  even  tie  your  blindfold  with  a  good  luck  knot  ,   alright ?  ’  

The grip on his shoulders wasn’t even that firm, but Jordan still managed to feel like he was being rocked back and forth. He forced a laugh, looking back over at the game where another pair was just finishing up their own round. “Not that I don’t believe in your good luck knot,” Jordan promised, biting the inside of his cheek as he finally glanced back at Amelia. “I just don’t believe in my ability to have good coordination?” He offered. “I... barely have any without a blindfold.” 

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holiday market / @latinoblood​

It seemed like there was an endless amount of things to do around the market, but Jordan figured it was good to take breaks too. Take a breather, away from the craziness of the crowded place. He was sitting at one of the tables, his sketchbook open as he casually drew some animals. From the corner of his eye, he noticed someone near and glanced up, only to realize he recognized the face from a coffee shop not too long ago. “Oh, hey,” Jordan said in surprise, sitting up a little more as he offered the guy a smile. “Uh, Santiago, right?”

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holiday market / @apollosfm

It had to have been weird, the way Jordan was just standing there, staring up at a string of lights as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. But he was eyeing something specific, having noticed some of the bulbs were starting to go out. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a presence, jumping slightly at the sight of another near him. “Oh, uh, sorry,” Jordan blurted, apologizing for something he didn’t need to. He gave a sheepish smile, pointing up. “They keep flickering. I just... got distracted by them.”

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holiday market / @xnishmalik

Somehow, Jordan had been convinced to sit down and have someone put some face paint on him. Thankfully, they weren’t doing anything extreme, and just painted small but cool little black swirls and designs along his right temple, near the corner of his eye. A mirror was handed to him, and Jordan was in awe as he looked at the artwork. “Woah, cool,” he breathed, nodding several times at the artist. “That’s really pretty, thank you.” Jordan glanced over to where Nish was standing near him, sending them a big smile as he hopped off the stool.

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aprilsims​:

she can’t help but chuckle at his words not taking to heart how she hadn’t had his name yet, she brings her glass to her lips and sip the drink “jordan,” she nods “yes, i’ve seen you with them.” she nods with a smile on her features, she has a close relationship with his pack which puts her at ease while talking to him “if you apologize for everything, you are apologizing too much, jordan, even you try to make it philosophical.” she teases with a light chuckle “ you have been great company so far, why would it be different moving forward? compared to everyone else in this bar, you are the most interesting and not creepy one.”

x

“I guess you’re right...” he said with a sheepish smile. “Philosophical stuff doesn’t always come to the rescue.” Jordan joked, sipping at his club soda again as he continued listening to the werewolf. He was surprised, honestly, by how genuine she was acting. Not that he didn’t think she would be on a normal basis, but he just wasn’t expecting an Alpha to wanna hang out with him just for the sake of hanging out. “Okay,” he surrendered and nodded. “Oh, um... have the Alphas been busy lately? With all of the crow stuff?” Jordan was out of the loop, not knowing if any information had come yet.

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latinoblood​:

“That sucks,” he had to deal with it, so he knew how it was, not to be awkward everywhere he went, but he did deal with it in some situations, like mentioned, so he knew how it felt. It was why he felt bad for him, “Have you tried therapy?” he knew that it was complicated for people like them, but maybe he didn’t need to tell them everything, to be able to overcome that specifically, “You don’t need to worry about that with me, it’s extremely rare for someone to bother me.”

x

Jordan pondered the question, shaking his head slowly in thought. “Oh, no, I haven’t,” he admitted. “I hadn’t really thought of that... but maybe.” Maybe that was something he’d look into, or maybe one day he’d just grow to get past his insecurities. He smiled at the other’s reassurance and he nodded before unzipping his backpack. “Ah, I hope you don’t mind...” Jordan began as he carefully pulled out a sketchbook. “I was gonna draw for a little bit.”

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jadeims​:

jade nods with a excited grin on her features at his reaction “ yeah! ” eyebrow arch at the way he hesitates, head tilting “ why not ? it’s not really that much.” she shrugs and chuckles at his suggestion “ oh no, i’m already full of the,. but my offer is not to go get one with you,” she shakes her head slightly “oh no no, i want to give you a tattoo, come on it will be fun a bonding activity and all, i’ll be gentle. ”

x

Her excitement seemed to gradually be peaking and he felt like he was becoming even more nervous because of that. But she wasn’t done, and her confident and chirpy declaration made him nearly choke on air. I want to give you a tattoo. Jordan’s eyes flew wide open. “You’re gonna do it?” He blurted weakly, staring at the witch and continued in a quieter tone. “Woah, hold on. I mean, can’t you just do a bit of magic and do like a temporary tattoo? You know... like the fake tattoo sticker things kids get?”

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latinoblood​:

Was he considered an introverted? He supposed it depended on the situation, he actually didn’t have a problem with talking to strangers, but he wasn’t always the person that started the conversation. If he didn’t have sit down, he wouldn’t be talking to anyone at that moment, “I guess I am a little bit of an introverted, but it all depends on where I am,” if he was at a party for example, he tried to interact with people, but if he was at a party where there were a lot of people he knew, he usually stuck to talking to them, “I’m honestly not really busy.”

x

He nodded slowly, mulling over the comments as if trying to relate to them. “It’s kind of everywhere for me,” Jordan admitted, for even if he were at a party, he still wasn’t that social. Whenever he would talk to strangers, he usually ended up rambling about something until he made a fool of himself. And he was trying his best not to do that now. “Okay, that’s good...” Jordan murmured in relief, offering another smile. “I just never wanna bother anyone.”

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latinoblood​:

Unless you gave him a reason to act in any other way, he would be nice to you, he also liked to think that he had a pretty friendly face, so people didn’t usually act nervous when they were talking to him. Every time someone did, he was always surprised, but as someone that also felt nervous when asking a favor to someone that he didn’t know, he couldn’t really blame him. He was a shy person in some occasions, so he did act that same way before, “Of course,” he gave the other a smile, “It’s empty, I have no reason not to let you sit here, what kind of person would do that?” he knew for a fact that some would, but that didn’t mean he understood why.

x

Yeah, it was just Jordan being Jordan. He couldn’t help but be a little nervous and awkward upon interacting with a stranger. It was like he was constantly worried he’d be bothering the other person, which was fair in general but his concerns were just heightened to an unnecessary extent. Jordan carefully sat down and mulled over the question as if an answer really was expected. “Oh, well,” he started, giving an uncertain smile. “A busy or introverted one?” He offered slowly and laughed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

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@dannymett

Not having a shift at the diner that day meant he was able to go do other things, including visiting a friend. Jordan’s initial text had been unnecessarily long-winded and concerned with him saying he didn’t want to bother Danny and that it was okay if Danny was too busy at the record shop to have visitors that weren’t customers. But he was convinced it was fine, now leaning against the counter in the store as he studied a stack of vinyl records. “Wow,” he commented, looking through them in curiosity and smiling. “You guys really have stuff from all decades, huh?”