Jordan Westbrook

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 ***Jordan Westbrook*** is a character in Beacon Hills. He is the ***the Greaser*** of Beacon Hills High School, and is well known for his expertise when it comes to cars and machinery. There are plenty rumours, and students afraid of Jordan due to the disappearance of his mother, of which has made him cold, and closed off from other people. He tends to mask his insecurities with his sarcasm, and witty remarks.

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Jordan is a former member of the Beacon Hills chess team, and won state with them in his freshman year. Likewise, he was a key part of the lacrosse team, and had future hopes in the sport, but hasn't picked up a lacrosse stick since his mother's passing.

## Residence

Jordan lives with his father in a mid-town Beacon Hills residence. His home is attached to a second townhouse, and he lives in a quiet neighbourhood, of which he makes noisy while working on his cars, and parking plenty of them outside his driveway.

## Personality

Jordan is a teen hardened by trauma no child should've had to face. With the loss of his mother, which drove a wedge between himself and his father, Jordan lost his sense of humanity. He's lost his sympathy towards others, and at first glance, foreign faces are usually met with the cold shoulder and a glare. He's sarcastic to a fault, and loves to retort others' words with witty remarks to make them look stupid. Especially the jocks, and populars of Beacon Hills High. Jordan has an edginess, and a strong tendency to butt heads with other people. He voices his own opinion however he feels he wants or needs to, and believes he only warrants justification from himself.
In reality though, Jordan's outwardly acts are just a manifestation of his insecurities, and fear of being left behind once again. He'd never divulge it, but Jordan is rather emotional, and though he wouldn't show it, he tends to berate himself in his head, and let out his anger by totaling different objects and room walls. Once one has pierced the cold, exterior shell of Jordan, they meet a teen who's been lonely for years on end, one who longs for a sense of belonging. He's a loyal hound for his friends, and family, and would go the mile of sacrificing himself for his family. Jordan is neurotic in the sense that in spite of commonly beating people up, and hurting others, he never wants to see a death. The thought that maybe his mother was killed, and is dead haunts him, and has left him scarred him in that regard.
To his friends, Jordan is mostly laid-back and relaxed, but if he has to, will assert his dominance one way or another. He values strong virtues in a friend such as trustworthiness, and truth, as he's never short of the truth himself. With being so blunt, and arrogant, mixing in lies would only tarnish his image.

## Biography

Jordan is a Beacon Hills native, and was born to aspiring police officer, Gerard Westbrook, and girlfriend at the time, Lydia Grant. His parents' wedding followed shortly after his conception. Both Gerard, and Lydia were Beacon Hills natives, and with Gerald's career on the blossom, and Lydia carrying Jordan, they skipped out on their honeymoon to attend their priorities at hand. Jordan was the only child of the Beacon Hills couple, and throughout his childhood was the apple of their eyes. His parents showered him with love, and care, as any other parent would their growing toddler. Though not supernaturally rich, or powerful, the Westbrooks lived comfortably in a mid-county single home, and were able to acquire many of the essential needs.

Throughout his school life, Jordan was always capable academically and athletically. His mother was a middle school teacher, and offered him aid wherever he may need it. His father, a middle-ranking officer was able to drill Jordan in a faux-police boot camp, due to his childhood aspirations of becoming like his father, a police officer. Jordan was a friendly member of the community, and was always seen as a ray of sunshine in, and out of the classroom. His peers adored his cheerfulness, and though he hadn't much to offer in gifts and money, he made for it in that cheery, childish charisma.

It was nearing the end of middle school when Jordan was around the age of 13 that his father, Gerard was offered the job of county sheriff. This job was a huge opportunity for the Westbrook family, and it seemed that years of being just "comfortable" would fade. The Westbrooks would have some influence in Beacon Hills with his father as sheriff, and a whole lot more food in the fridge. But the happiness of Jordan was quickly cut short-- and till now, it hasn't seemed to return. Having returned home from a regular day of school, Jordan was already sniffing out the air for whatever lunch his mother would be making that afternoon like she did everyday. But on that day specifically, Jordan never met his mother at home. He phoned his father at his work, but busy with Sheriff duties, had no replies.

Like any other child, all the possibilities of everything that could've gone wrong fled through his mind. In that particular week, his father was dealing with a homicide case himself, and hardly tended to the child, Jordan. His mother disappeared for days, without call or letters. It was almost a week after Jordan had reported this that his father put out a search party for his wife, but there was no trace. What Sheriff Gerard Westbrook had assumed was nothing grew eerie, and unsettling as the days went on. Months passed, and Lydia Westbrook hadn't returned home. Her car was parked outside of the middle school she was working since the night of her disappearance. Traces of her phone were seemingly wiped off of the face of the Earth. What stung Jordan the most was that his loving mother, his remedial ray of sunshine hadn't so much as said goodbye.

Following his mother's disappearance, Jordan and his father grew distant from one another. With the Sheriff drowned neck-deep in work, Jordan hadn't anybody he felt comfortable confiding his feelings in, nor did he need anyone, he decided. He turned to build interests in things that wouldn't leave him, things that wouldn't disappear again. Motorbikes, cars, and the like. He busied himself with work at the local garage, and perfecting his craft in engineering.