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located in Portland, Oregon, a part of Hero Service, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Jordan Reyes Character Portrait: Leonida Armel
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JORDAN REYES
biological manipulation - antigen - #794044

this is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
the trees of the mind are black. the light is blue.
the grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if i were God
prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.

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Jordan had never been a morning person, and the few months in the service hadn't changed that. If he was being perfectly honest with himself, the only reason he reported in on time every morning was because he'd made the mistake of sleeping in one morning and skipping breakfast. Training on an empty stomach had really not been pleasant. And so he dragged himself out of bed at the persistent, overly cheery chirping of his alarm. He ran a hairbrush through his hair, made sure to apply his usual moisturiser and SPF, and got changed into his uniform. On days like this, he left it until the last thing he did before leaving. Left it so that only a brief glance in the mirror would suffice. He could feel the dissatisfaction at the close fitting clothing, his discomfort with his own body, starting to sneak in. He belted the trench coat around him and headed out in search of breakfast.

Yet another problem with these early mornings was that Jordan was never hungry. Not yet. But he needed to get something to eat, and he spent far too long perusing his options. It was also partially a tactic to avoid having to talk to his fellow heroes, because god knows he still wasn't awake enough for that. Eventually, as his time became scarce enough to force him in to a decision, he grabbed some fresh fruit and a chocolate pastry of some kind, eating them on his way to the control room. He wasn't the first there, but he also wasn't the last. He sidled up to Leo and rested his head on their shoulder.

"Leeeeooooo it's too early for this," he groaned, wrapping his arms around them in a hug. Leo always had so much energy in the mornings. Jordan hoped that one day it would somehow magically pass between them and he'd magically become a morning person. One day. Maybe.