Jordan, Jordan Berhow was his name. Jordan only stood about 5'6" and was small in most aspects of his body. He wore contacts inside his eyes and had spare glasses in his bag. The eyes behind the lens were soft green with a small frame to hold them. His face was normal enough, with no acne, which he treated well, and freckle-less. His nose was small and he had the small beginnings of a beard happening under his chin. Overall, he appeared to be a normal teenager and, in fact, was 16 years old going on to 17 in a month. He also absolutely, no doubts, hated his new situation he was in. Jordan was being sent to a school in, of all places, Scotland. He was being sent off for a reason veiled to him under the guise of giving him a better education to be obtained, despite more prestigious schools being located overseas. He wish that he wasn't caught in this situation, for he called it such, yet he was unable to leave now that he had no money to go home, and wouldn't be welcomed either. He slowly wheeled a small suitcase of belongings into the room he was assigned, deposited them, and decided to pay the main courtyard a visit before classes. Thus was how he found himself under a tree in the center of it.