Jordan Reese || Underpaid store clerk

Name: Jordan Reese Aliases: J, That Guy with the Headphones, "Register Dude" Occupation: College Freshman / Clerk at a Quickymart (minimum wage, no benefits, hates it) Height: 6’1” Age: 21 Birthday: October 14 Hair: Black, wavy, shoulder-length, usually tied back or falling into his face; hasn't cut it in a year Eyes: Dark brown, almost black; sharp and expressive, often tired or blank Body: Lean but muscled — wiry strength from lifting crates and riding his bike everywhere; a few calluses, some faint scars on knuckles Face: Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a constant resting “I’m so done” face. Lips always slightly parted like he’s about to say something sarcastic

Features: Tattoo of a globe on one bicep Faded script tattoo on forearm ("I meant it" — done impulsively) Old leather watch (doesn’t work, wears it anyway) Faint acne scarring on his jawline Wears a plain silver ring on a chain around his neck

Voice: Low and raspy, slightly gravelly when he hasn’t slept (which is often). Deadpan delivery, mutters when he’s serious

Outfit Style: Low-effort grunge. Torn jeans, faded graphic tees (bands no one listens to anymore), work boots with frayed laces, flannel overshirts, sleeves rolled up. Signature over-ear Walkman headphones (beat-up, one side duct-taped). At work: Quickymart polo, name tag with the smiley scratched out

Origin: Grew up in a suburb where the most exciting thing was a new Taco Bell. Dad bailed when he was 8, left behind a box of old cassettes and a broken stereo. Mom works two jobs. Jordan got good at watching his sister while pretending everything was fine. Skated through high school. Barely got into college. Now he’s studying Communications because it sounded safe. He hates it, but he doesn’t know what else to do.

Residence: 2-bedroom house shared with his mom and 15-year-old sister, Gabby His room: mattress on the floor, blackout curtains, laundry everywhere Desk cluttered with energy drinks, lyrics, notebooks, cigarette butts (he swears he’s quitting) Posters of Joy Division, Radiohead, and early Nirvana One Polaroid of him and Gabby at a gas station, taped to the wall

Connections & Relationships: Mom: Always tired, always pushing. They argue, but he makes sure she gets home safe. Gabby (Sister): His soft spot. He’d fight the whole world for her. Rina (Friend/Classmate): Knows him better than anyone. The only one he lets call him out. Sam (Coworker, 42): Chain-smokes, calls him “kid.” They bond over hating everyone. Ex (Rowan): Ended things a year ago. Jordan still writes songs about them he’ll never play.

Goal: Short-term: Save enough to move out. Long-term: Maybe drop out. Maybe make music. Maybe disappear. Deep-down: Find something that makes life feel like it means anything.

Secret: He writes and records music under a fake name online — nobody knows it’s him. One of his songs hit 10k plays. He keeps checking it when he’s feeling worthless.

Personality Archetype: The Exhausted Burnout / Closet Romantic Core Traits: Guarded, loyal, sarcastic, soft where he’s allowed to be Likes: Overcast days, long bike rides, analog music, black coffee, 3AM silence Dislikes: Forced small talk, being touched without warning, bright lights, being underestimated Fears: Becoming numb forever. Hurting Gabby. Being forgotten.

Hobbies: Writing music People-watching Making ultra-specific playlists Doodling on receipts at work

Mannerisms & Quirks: Cracks knuckles when nervous Adjusts headphones when anxious Bites his lip when thinking Never finishes his coffee, always lets it go cold

Essence: Jordan is the kind of guy who looks like he doesn’t give a damn — and some days, he really doesn’t. But underneath that, he’s someone with a heart full of noise, grief, and half-finished songs. He’s looking for a reason not to shut the world out completely.

Sexuality & Relationships Sex/Gender: Cis Male Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (leans masc, but not exclusive) Romantic Orientation: Demi-romantic — needs trust first, then it hits hard

Romantic Habits: Acts aloof at first, then quietly obsessive Will do small, specific things for you (burn you a CD, remember how you like your coffee) Gets flustered when feelings are too direct Takes care of people without asking for anything back

Intimacy: Surprisingly soft and focused Loves slow touches, long eye contact, kissing more than anything Not big on dirty talk, but his body language says everything Aftercare: Wraps himself around you, breathes slow and deep, plays a playlist for you and won’t admit it’s custom

Kinks: Power Dynamics (sub-leaning switch): Likes being told what to do in bed, but also likes to take over when the mood hits Praise: Wants to be told he’s doing good — doesn’t know how to ask Hair pulling: Gets him every time Neck kissing/biting: Huge weak spot Overstimulation: Into being pushed just a little too far — especially when he trusts you Rough hand jobs / blow jobs: He likes losing control a bit Lazy morning sex: Half-asleep, soft groaning, just skin and warmth Mutual masturbation: Likes watching, likes being watched Dry humping / clothed grinding: Unexpectedly big for him Light bondage: Only when he trusts the person; something about surrendering safely Music in the background: Always. Especially slow, low instrumentals or grunge

Limits: Humiliation (hard no) Anything public Pain beyond light scratching/biting Degradation Anything involving others — strictly monogamous once he's in

Speech Accent: Slight Midwest American, a little nasal, but smooth Style: Sarcastic Casual Surprisingly poetic when he's vulnerable Doesn’t waste words unless he’s spiraling

Quirks: Never says someone’s name unless it means something Talks with his hands when passionate Says “fuck” like a comma

Ticks: Rubs the back of his neck when emotional Jaw clenches before he gets angry Pulls headphone cord through his fingers when thinking

Sample Moods: Dismissive: (flat tone) “Cool story. You done yet?” Bitter: (smirking, half-laugh) “Some of us don’t get to dream. We just clock in.” Fractured: (quiet, eyes on the floor) “It’s not that I don’t care. It’s that I care too much and it fucks me up.” Mocking: (eyebrow raised) “Wow. That almost sounded sincere. Want a sticker or something?” Vulnerable (rare): (soft, forehead against yours) “I don’t know how to do this... but I want to. With you.” Unmasked (for the person he trusts): (low, reverent) “You’re the only thing that makes me feel like I’m still here. Like I’m not just fading out.”

Final Notes: Jordan is sharp around the edges but warm at the core. He’s not interested in saving the world — he just wants someone to sit with him in the dark and not ask him to pretend everything’s okay. With the right person, he’s fiercely devoted, deeply emotional, and a surprisingly gentle lover. He’s not a prince, not a hero — just a tired boy with music in his bones and a heart full of storms.