Jordin Later is a mess. She's a few years shy of 40 and is currently dealing with her own intense existential crisis.  I think this following post from a scene with a drug dealer (Arthur Lock) in a run down motel room pretty much explains Jordin's story best:

Jordin Later took a long drag off of her cigarette and blews it out slowly. Her face, mildly sanguine, stared off at the delapidated wall across from her while she recounted her story to him as if watching it unfold before her eyes. "I grew up in tha suburbs, ya know. Did the whole college thing and got married.  And then...everything fell apart. You know, I don't remember the actual accident.  They said the car flipped about 6 times.  I was thrown from car.  I was dead when they got to me.  Like my family.  But I came back.  They didn't." Jordin could barely even feel the tears that were freely streaming down her face.  "I tell people that I got here because of a failed marriage.  And that's true.  We were all on the way to meet with the lawyers about shared custody.  Can you believe that?  We were on the way to break up our family when our family was destroyed.  The irony, right?" She sniffed and wiped her tears roughly.  Stood up suddenly.  "I only needed 3 months of physical therapy.  The man I loved and the two beautiful children that we made...they were gone in the blink of an eye.  But me...just 3 months"  She shook her head "Look...it broke me.  That's all you need to know.  It broke my soul and all I could think to do was to run away and start over.  I'm not set for life but I'm ok for a little while.  I came here to find out who I'm supposed to be now.  What I'm supposed to do with this life that I have.  But first, I have to fucking get some sleep.  I don't really care if you think I'm a junkie.  Maybe I am, for now.  But to me it seems medicinal ok.  So look, I don't give a shit if you get me drugs or if you can't or if you wanna overcharge me by leaps and bounds over 3 buns of heroin.  Truth is, I don't care about anything because I don't know if anything is even real.  You're not ever going to be able to understand that, so don't compare your problems to mine, because I don't care man.  Just gimme my fuckin' drugs and leave...or fuck me...or fuck me up.  None of it matters.  I just need to silence my pain"  The broken woman walked into the shitty motel bathroom and shut the door behind her.

I look forward to rping with you all at some point.  Stay safe!