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Jordan Reyes

"this is the light of the mind, cold and planetary."

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a character in “Hero Service”, as played by partially-stars

Description

JORDAN ALEX REYES
this is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.

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THE BASICS
CODENAMExxx.xantigen.
ALIASESxxxxxxxxjo (hates with a passion).
AGE/ZODIACx.xxnineteen. scorpio.
SEXUALITYxxxxxasexual biromantic (strong male preference. sex favourable)
HOMETOWNxxxxlos angeles, ca.

THE APPEARANCE
EYE COLORxxxxxblue-grey.
HAIR COLORxxxxmedium brown.
HEIGHTxxxxxxx.x5'11".

THE ABILITY
TITLExxxxxxxx.xxbiological manipulation.
DESCRIPTIONxxthe ability to manipulate human tissues and cells.
NEGATIONxxxxxa high pitched noise to distract and incapacitate him.



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how i would like to believe in the tenderness, the face of the effigy, gentled by candles.


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FASHION STYLE
jordan's style is strictly androgynous. there are days when he dresses more feminine and days where he dresses more masculine, but it's always androgynous. he buys shirts just a little too big and tucks them in to skinny jeans. he wears oversized coats with fitted tees and skinny jeans. he wears culottes with slim fit jumpers. his style is vaguely eclectic, but somehow, he always manages to make it look stylish. he's got a good eye for patterns and colours, knowing that if his outfit is more outlandish, then keeping it neutral will make it more "acceptable."


HERO UNIFORM
jordan's uniform is no exception to his androgyny. on first glance, his uniform seems nothing out of the ordinary, a trench coat with a black t-shirt and leggings. the t-shirt is a tad more fitted than he'd like; but it's required in order to allow for the lightweight armor across his chest and back. the leggings are similarly reinforced, making them appear more like faux leather pants. the trench coat is primarily an aesthetic component, but adds reinforcement on his arms, across his shoulders, and his chest.


SPECIAL OBJECTS/MARKS/SCARS
A red, raised scar on his right arm, near his elbow, from his lowest point when he was sixteen, and a number of smaller, faded, white scars on his thighs.


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i have fallen a long way. clouds are flowering blue and mystical over the face of the stars.


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old school movies - bold patterns on shirts - other people wearing bold patterns - people who can still lure others out of their shells - herbal tea - twilight (the time) - being androgynous - rock - metal - chocolate - passionate people - churches



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DISLIKES
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heights - vr movies - coffee - being forced in to a box - doctors - storms - snow - being cold - country music - rude and harsh people - migraines - people who try to control other people - argumentative people - identity politics

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and the message of the yew tree is blackness. blackness and silence.


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ABILITIES ⟶ BIOLOGICAL MANIPULATION
biological manipulation is the ability to manipulate the cells and tissues of the human body. jordan's ability is largely limited to the cells and tissues of others, although his own healing rate is increased significantly. his ability has two significant applications. to harm and to heal. his ability allows him to tear apart the skin of his targets, to simulate burns, to simulate a number of biological reactions. theoretically, he could target and destroy any tissue within the body. however, he finds it easier to target flesh, to tear it apart. he can cause minor damage without physical contact, but contact with the target is required to carry out significant damage.

similar limitations apply to his ability to heal. however, he finds flesh wounds the most draining to heal. broken bones, concussions, and even internal bleeding are relatively easy for him to fix, but fixing a stab wound would be more exhausting and would take longer. wounds he created by himself are a tad easier to heal. he finds healing much more draining than harming.

his biggest limitation is his own pain tolerance. when he attacks or heals, he feels the subject's pain as if it was his own, and on multiple occasions, the strength of that pain has been enough to make him pass out. it often lingers for hours, and traditional painkillers do nothing to fix it. only sleep and time can help it ease. while he has no control over his own rate of healing, it often drains him significantly if it's a major wound. using his abilities too much in a certain time period causes debilitating migraines that he just has to sleep through.

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the trees of the mind are black. the light is blue. the grasses unload their grief upon my feet as if i were god


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jordan isn't what people expect. he enjoys subverting those expectations, and he does it with ease. many might expect a pretentious, snobbish, entitled teenager based off of his appearance. in reality, jordan adores new experiences, and adores spreading those experiences with other people. he loves meeting people from all different backgrounds and learning a little more about them and their world. jordan is highly educated, loving to learn new things. people tend to assume he's vain and shallow, but a conversation with him will soon prove that the contrary is true.

a quiet soul who's often found engrossed in poetry or whatever novel he could get his hands on, many make the mistake of thinking that what you see is all there is to jordan. but jordan is a culmination of all of his experiences, and they make his soul an ugly one at times. he's prone to bouts of pride, where he refuses that he needs help. admitting he's wrong isn't a problem, but having someone else try and explain it to him can make him cold and harsh. he's not sure if he believes in love. at least, not the true, magical, wonderful love from his books. love has never done anything but harm those around him. he's never been loved, simply used. even if he's much happier in his skin now, he spent much of his teenage years hating himself, and still relapses back into the hatred at times. the poisonous environment of his family only ever worsened that.

jordan doesn't let people in. he has friends. he even has friends that could be described as "close". but even they can't say they know his full truth. nobody knows how much he hated himself, how much he sometimes hates himself. a tiny part of him wants to let someone in, let someone see all of him, but the fear of having them tear it out and destroy him is too much.


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fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place, separated from my house by a row of headstones.


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HISTORY
jordan's family was the picture perfect family from the outside. his father was a pastor, a softly spoken, gentle man, who read poetry to jordan from a young age. his mother was a nurse, an elegant, seemingly unflappable woman, who taught her son to cook and to tailor his own clothes. but within the house it was a deeply unhappy environment. his mother was a harsh, toxic woman who ruled the house with an iron fist. she was deeply unhappy herself, but projected it onto them. that said, there was still moments where she was a tender, loving woman. as a result, jordan's relationship with his mother was complex and complicated. she made him dress masculine, made him cut his hair, constantly talked about him getting a girlfriend. his father instead encouraged jordan to be true to himself, and brought jordan to his first pride parade at the age of eleven. his mother screamed at him for corrupting jordan's young mind. there was no history of abilities in his family, so when jordan's appeared at the age of twelve, she refused to acknowledge them, calling him a freak.

his mother died when jordan was thirteen. a sudden heart attack, brought on by a congenital heart defect. it was so sudden that jordan never quite knew how to deal with it, and is still coming to terms with it. in theory, the removal of his mother's presence should have left him more free to be who he was. in reality, it made him more determined to fit the box she tried to force him in to. he cut his hair even shorter, he took up sports, he pushed away anything feminine. he buried the feelings of self hatred within him, hated how he looked in the mirror. he hated how he was a freak. and then, at the age of sixteen, he had a minor breakdown that resulted in hospitalisation for a day or two. after that, jordan confronted his truth. he let his hair grow out, he dropped the toxic masculinity, and he embraced who he was. once he graduated and was offered the choice, it felt like there was only one choice for him. to embrace who he really was and to use it for good.


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i simply cannot see where it is to get to. the moon is no door. it is a face in it's own right.


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CHARACTER'S CREATORxxiCat
SHEET CREATORxxThe Writer's Voice
DIALOGUE CODExx#794044
THOUGHT CODExx#794044

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Jordan Reyes's Story

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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.


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Character Portrait: Jordan Reyes Character Portrait: Leonida Armel Character Portrait: Katherine Mac Niadh Character Portrait: Lucas Halloh Character Portrait: Kieran Mac Niadh
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xxxxxxxxxLEO ARMEL & JORDAN REYES
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“I just plan accordingly. I even trained with Kat and got here before you,” Lucas’ response was curt, as it usually is, and he said it with a twinge of boastfulness. Although Leo didn’t appreciate that, that wasn’t what their attention was drawn to. For a moment, something flashed in Leo’s eyes as they looked, no, glared as they met Lucas’ gaze. Leo likes to be aware of what they feel; it helps them keep control of their emotions and appear more calm and pleasant in general. But for a second there, they had no idea what had happened. They had no idea what they were feeling. They blinked, and their stare was reverted, returning to the usual relaxed smile with a mischievous gleam in their eyes.

“Damn! Without me?” They chuffed, putting on a fake and exaggerated pout. “Invite me to the party next time.” The pout faded back in a wide grin.

Before seeing what Lucas would say in response, Jordan entered the room, and all of their attention went to him. He closed the distance between the two of them quickly, resting his head on their shoulder before whining, “Leeeeooooo it's too early for this,” and pulling them into a hug.

Without hesitation, Leo wrapped their arms around Jordan and hugged him back. “I know, I know, mon coeur.” They cooed, stroking the back of his head with one of their hands. Leo cared greatly for their friends, and Jordan was one of the closest and most precious to them. There was something about seeing their friends in distress that brought out their inner guardian. “Did you get enough sleep? Did you make sure to eat breakfast?” They asked, their voice full of genuine concern.

There was something about Leo’s presence that always instantly made Jordan feel better. Or maybe it was just their amazing hugs, the type that were the closest thing you could get to hugging sunshine. They were the perfect thing for a too early morning and Jordan felt better the moment Leo wrapped their arms around him, let alone stroked his hair.

“Mm. Never enough sleep, Leo. But I ate breakfast,” he mumbled back in response. “They had those nice chocolate pastries.” He straightened up and released Leo just in time to see Kat come in and returned a lazy smile at her. Kip’s arrival, followed by his departure, followed by his return managed to lure a laugh from Jordan’s lips despite the early morning. “Long night, Kip?” He quipped with a smirk.

Leo’s smile became more warm as they heard about Jordan’s morning. “I know it can be hard, but you need to try and go to sleep earlier. But it is good that you ate breakfast!” They chirped as Jordan pulled back, scanning his face with the usual gentle gaze.

People started to enter the room, including Kat, who immediately caught Leo’s attention. She waved and smiled at them, a simple act that made Leo’s chest feel light. Without hesitation, they beamed right back at her, giving her a small, playful salute. After doing that, Leo couldn’t stop their stare from lingering on her for an almost awkward amount of time. After several seconds, they blinked, realized what they were doing, and tried to act nonchalantly about the fact that they were staring at Kat.

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|| Jordan Reyes || Antigen || Riley Schofield || Oryx ||

The morning banter was interrupted by Alvarez. At least Alvarez didn't waste time yelling at the latecomers, considering that they were only a minute or two late. And he was gracious enough to not cut any of their usual banter off, instead choosing his moment to interject and remind them all of why they were really there. Proper conduct around civilians seemed straightforward, but Jordan also knew that it was too easy to get caught up in the moment and do or say something you shouldn't. So perhaps it was a good idea to teach them this before things got too serious. He nodded as he was assigned to Team Warrior, glad that he was at least still with Leo. That feeling, however, didn't last long as they were further divided, and he was assigned to be with Riley. He looked at her and smiled a little. There were worse people he could be with. His optimism went crashing through the floor as he stepped outside and straight into the cold. "Holy moth-" he started, before remembering that they were, after all, supposed to be conducting themselves professionally. He pulled his trench coat tighter around him, buttoning it up as far as it would go, and stuffing his hands into the pockets. "Nope. I'm sorry, how does anyone look professional in this freezing weather?"

Riley had stood patiently and silently as the rest of the others slowly filed in and listened to their morning banter. It was the same every morning, constant poking fun at one and then the others soon followed. If they weren't meant to act professionally, Riley would have found herself joining in on the senseless banter. Her attention was cut short from the others as Alvarez spoke up once more, silencing the others as they finally gave him their attention. Riley's optimism for being paired up with someone she could tolerate was low, as Alvarez had a tendency to pair her up with someone she wasn't exactly the closest to, especially to give her that edge of learning someone knew and how they fought. This time though, she was put into a group of people she didn't entirely hate, and didn't mind it. It was only then that they were separated even further that her expression changed, from a faint look of relief to a mild case of disappointment until she shook her head. It could have been much, much worse. She gave Jordan a small smile and nod as the large entry doors were opened and they were let out into the cold. It was a nice change of pace and environment as she had grown up on the East Coast, as well as the northern area so she was adjusted to cold weather, but the same couldn't have been said about the others. They were already struggling with the cold and it was mere seconds since they had walked outdoors. Riley rolled her eyes as her footsteps lightly thudded against the metal of the outer platform, holding her helmet in the crook of her arm as she looked at Jordan as he shuddered from the cold, "Don't worry, the more you move you'll warm up. Just give it time."

Riley looked around as the groups slowly separated into their own groups of two and three and left, leaving only a few of them alone. Feeling the cold air finally breeze past her, she decided it was a good time to finally test out the main part of her armor, she felt a slight pinch as it encapsulated her entire head, slight claustrophobia set in for a moment as she slowly grew used to the dark of the helmet. Finally as light poured in as the helmet came to life as her vision cleared she spoke, noticing her voice had sounded a bit different due to the electronic components in the gear she was given for her suit. "Alright, ready for this, bud?"

Jordan just shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as Riley told him just to keep moving. He'd lived in Los Angeles his entire life. He'd never had to deal with these bitter colds. He didn't know how anyone endured them year after year. He would have added a request for gloves to his uniform, except he always found it easier to heal if he was making direct contact with somebody. Maybe he'd just ask for a warmer t-shirt or coat or something.

He pulled on his own mask, a simple black eye mask, as Riley put on her helmet. Riley's uniform was considerably more elaborate than his uniform, but at least he still felt like himself in his, and he had more potential to make it more or less androgynous as he needed. His point about feeling like himself was confirmed when Riley's voice came out different when she spoke. "Sure. Let's do this." He replied.

Riley looked around with the view of the helmet, it didn't exactly change things or her field of view, simply gave her a clearer look as well as a few screens that could pop up at will if she wanted them to. In a sense, it was sort of an artificial sixth sense curtesy of the Hero Service and their scientists. Something Riley couldn't argue with, but the slight clunkiness that came with the suit was something she'd need to work out and perhaps change some things. For now it was strictly recon, or so that was their orders. "Let me guess, not used to the cold, huh?" she asked, trying to break the seemingly never-ending and awkward silence between the two. Riley never cared much for Jordan, but in the best way. He kept to himself and didn't bother her, and she didn't bother him unless she really wanted to, or was told to interact with him. Guess now was a good time to get to know him better due to them being stuck with each other on this mission, wherever it would take them that is.

Jordan was glad that their orders were just recon because being aware of his surroundings and trying to keep warm was taking up all of his concentration. Riley remarked that he wasn't used to the cold, but not in a harsh way. An observation, a way to start a conversation. "Born and raised in Los Angeles. Sure. we got cold weather, but never this bitter, harsh cold. I was meant to live in somewhere warm," he explained. "Let me guess, you are used to this type of cold?" He said, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk as he looked back at her. They had to work together, and awkwardly wandering around the city in silence wouldn't get them very far.

Riley chuckled and nodded at his comment of being used to the warm weather, and that he was never somewhere this bitter. Nodding solemnly she spoke, her voice coming out from behind the mouthpiece of the helmet made it sound just slightly robotic and metallic in nature. "So you really aren't a snow-bird after all? I knew it. Leo owes me now." she said with a slight chuckle but regained her composure as he asked her about her adjusting to this hellish weather. "I guess you could say that I'm nowhere near home. Sent all the way from Coast to Coast. If I wasn't used to this weather, I think I'd be a disappointment to all East Coast people." she said with a slight chuckle. "How about this, after this mission and we get back, I'll owe you a coffee or some tea to warm back up, sound fair?"

He smirked as she made a comment about Leo owing her money. She'd traveled across the entire country to get her, which was... a lot. It may have felt like a whole other world to Jordan, but it had to feel even different to her. He shrugged with a smirk as she offered him tea or coffee. "I don't know what I did for you to owe me one, but hey, I'm not going to argue." They walked in silence for a few more seconds before Jordan broke the silence again. "That helmet thing of yours is kinda cool. Not my thing, but it looks cool." He said, shrugging. His ability spoke for itself, and he knew that as destructive as his power was, it's real value was in healing, and so getting directly involved in the action wasn't always the right thing. So being able to move as quickly as possible was his first priority. Get in and out of the action as needed, and don't cause trouble.

Riley chuckled at his comment of not knowing what he did to deserve her offer for a free drink, "Well, seeing that your not a snow-bird like me, I know from experience that later after this mission is over you'd something to help you unthaw." she chuckled a bit. She didn't realize how heavy the suit was exactly at first, but the longer she was in it and walked around, it was rather clunky and restrictive. Something she'd have to let the boys back at the Department know. Her attention was taken back after a bit of being in her head as Jordan spoke back up, something about the helmet being cool, she could tell he still wasn't one for conversation and in all fairness, she wasn't either. "Heh, thanks. It's probably the best thing about this damn thing. I already have seen some issues with it, gonna have to get them worked out. But it's pretty rad, even with it still being in its early phases of being done." she said rather factly. It was true, the whole suit was still a work in progress, and nothing more would help her know what needed to be worked on more than a simple recon mission, or at least was supposed to be one if it all went smoothly. She turned her head slightly to look at Antigen one more time as they continued patrolling the streets, giving the passing people a small nod and wave every now and then. "So, how long do you think it'll take until some shit goes down? I doubt everything will go as smoothly as planned." she said with a slight chuckle.

Jordan nodded as she explained there were still some issues. Another reason he was glad his suit was mostly tech-free. Nothing could go wrong with it. Well, besides the armoring possibly giving way at an inconvenient moment. Huh. That was a thought that hadn't occurred to him before. But he couldn't afford to think like that, so he didn't. And besides, his rapid healing rate would probably mean it wouldn't be that bad. Probably. He smirked as she asked when he thought things were going to go wrong. "Frankly, part of me's surprised that everything already seems calm. But don't you worry, we'll be the first to hear about it when someone screws up and needs healing sooner rather than later. Perks of working with a healer, we're always the first to hear about the drama because usually, we need to fix it." he joked. He knew that their supervising heroes were eager not to put him under too much pressure, but sometimes they needed somebody healed, and they needed it fast. And Jordan was the only person who could help in that scenario.

Riley chuckled as he explained his thoughts on when things would go south, and how fast it would happen. He had a good point, and it made sense. He was the only real healer they had in their group of trainees. It was the only real logical conclusion to come to if she was being entirely honest with herself. And maybe it was a good idea that she was paired up with him, if anything did happen, they'd be able to have someone like him there. "Ya know, I didn't know that recon missions were going to be this boring, but I guess it really is all part of the job, huh? As well as being more preferable than someone starting some shit." she said with a chuckle as the two continued patrolling the streets.