Jordan Terry

Jordan Terry
(Huntaway (Dog), F)
ID# 1426

Rookie Jordan Terry for his "Media Day" in a Queens Pride jersey Art By Coyzn (Me)
No. 10 – Queens Pride
Position	Forward
Species	Huntaway (Dog) ( Canidae )
Gender	Male
Nickname(s)
Jarr
Personal information
Phonetic	Jor-din Tear-ri
Born	(2004-03-22) March 22, 2004 Hamilton, Waikato
Nationality	New Zealander
Listed height	6 ft 9 in (2.06 m)
Listed weight	213 lb (97 kg)
Shoots	Left-handed
Career information
School	Australian Institute of Furry Sports FBL (Auckland Magic)
FBA draft	2025 / Round: 2 / Pick: 33rd overall
Selected by the Queens Pride
Pro playing career	2025–present
Career history
2025 - present	Queens Pride
Career highlights and awards
FBA Rookie All-Star (2026)
Contract information
Contract year	2025
2026 Salary	$1.5 million
2027 Salary	$1.5 million
Player Contacts
(IC) Agent	Unknown
(OOC) Creator	Coyzn
(OOC) Actor	Coyzn
(OOC) Usage	Ask me before any use

Jordan Riri Terry is a Professinal FBA basketball player, drafted for the Queens Pride selected 33th overall in the 2025 FBA Draft, along side with Roann Thane, who was select 1st in the 2025 draft.

Biography

Early Life

Jordan (Riri) Terry is a Huntaway from Hamilton, New Zealand. He lives with his loving parents and his younger brother in a middle-class suburban area.

During his time at 9 years old, there were only 3 popular sports: rugby, soccer, and cricket. He wasn't keen on any of those due to how physical it was because of his thin body. Until one day, when he met his cousins and played on their console, when he put on FBA 2K11, he was instantly hooked.

After he got a basketball and a 10-ft hoop as his Christmas gift from his parents, he played it every day, non-stop, which made him develop a deep 3-point shot at a very young age. He applied to a basketball program in Auckland and was smoking the competition at his age with his shooting abilities, and he was so good that he even competed with the 12-year-olds. And when the coaches taught him dribbling drills during those few days, he became a huge threat (on the basketball court, that is).

Eight years later, he was pretty well known in his hometown because of how dominant he was on the basketball floor. His scoring and defensive skills were almost FBA level during his high school years, winning a few tournaments, winning a bunch of awards, and ranking as one of the best players in his country. Until one day after his next game, in the 3rd quarter after he tried to shoot a smothered layup against two defenders in front of him, he landed weirdly and then started lying on the floor and screaming in pain. After taking him to the nurse's office, they told him that his Achilles tendon was ruptured. He was devesated after hearing it, and thought that his dream of getting a FBA career was now fully over.

A year later, after his ankles were healed and he graduated with honors, he then waited to see if there were any offers from any big colleges he could go to. But sadly, no schools wanted to pick him up because of his major injury last year and thought it would be too risky to select him. But luckily for him, his coach from high school got a friend who work in Australian Institute of Furry Sports as a head coach, and ask him if he could play for his country. He was pretty skeptical at first since he knew his injury history, but accepted it anyways, cause they need a small forward in the team. And that's when he discover a diamond in the sewers ever since he played with them.

In his first season in Aussie, he averaged only 9.8 points with 47 FG%, 4.6 rebounds, 2 assists, 0.7 steals, and 1.9 blocks per game. Sounds pretty alright for a decent player, but his box plus-minus was an astonishing 4.25 +/- when he was on the court. They even made it into the in-game tournament but lost in the first round. But in his sophomore year, he exploded. He started going crazy in that year, snagging the 5th seed and averaging a whopping 16.7 points with over 55% FG and 35% 3P, 6.2 rebounds, 3.3 assists, 2 steals, and 2 blocks a game. And with his box plus-minus as a 5.32 +/- on the court, he was that good. But sadly lost in the first round again with the biggest upset from their rival team from the box score of 89-93.

He was deciding to go see his family again and leave basketball all behind because he was homesick, and living in the hot place in Aussie was just too much for him. But later, he changed his mind after he got invited to play in the FBL (Australian Furry Basketball League), and the Auckland Magic wanted him to play for them. So he did.

FBL Experience (2024-2025)

In his first season, Jordan was pretty much their best key player as the 6th Fur role. He wasn't flashy like he was in his high school days, but he did grow as a player with the other furs in his team. Became well-conditioned, smart around plays, and scored the ball more wisely. Even though they didn't make it into the 2nd round, he was happy anyways because he got eligible for the 2025 FBA draft and won the 2025 FBL 6th Fur of the Year.

He then called his basketball in FBL his career after that, and pray that one day, he will get called in the 2025 FBA Draft. And when he does, he will give his all and be a great long-lasting player in the league.

FBL First/Final year stats:

PPG: 13.8 | RPG:4.6 | APG: 2.9 | SPG: 0.8 | BPG: 1.4 | FG%: 49% | 3P%: 35% | FT: 86% |

Draft Combine

He got ranked 3rd out of 48th in the draft combine, he did great, coming 1st in standing vertical jump and 2nd in non-stationary shooting. Sadly for him, he wasn't invited to play in the FBA combine game. It really didn't bother him that much becuase at least he got a chance to be consider drafted.

Stats

Regular Season Career Stats

Season	Team	G	Min	FGM	FGA	3PtM	3PtA	FTM	FTA	Off	Reb	Ast	TO	Stl	Blk	PF	Pts	MPG	FG%	TP%	FT%	RPG	APG	TPG	SPG	BPG	FPG	PPG	Ast/TO
2025-26	QNS	78	2050.5	396	924	107	318	136	187	28	309	172	115	61	73	168	1035	26.3	0.429	0.336	0.727	4.0	2.2	1.5	0.8	0.9	2.2	13.3	1.5
Career Total		78	2050.5	396	924	107	318	136	187	28	309	172	115	61	73	168	1035	26.3	0.429	0.336	0.727	4.0	2.2	1.5	0.8	0.9	2.2	13.3	1.5

Stories

• Help a Huntaway out

Help a Huntaway out Written by Unskaeth and Coyzn © Unskaeth and Coyzn

27th of November, 2025 During a scrimmage, the head coach, Rocky Couture stops it with a sharp whistle. “Jordan. Stop.” Coach doesn’t raise his voice, as doesn’t need to. The silence does the work. Jordan straightens up, hands on his shorts, breathing hard. “What?” Coach points at the paint. “Your screens don’t move anybody. At all. Guards are slipping through you like you’re paper.” He taps the clipboard once. “Box-outs? You’re getting walked under the rim. Rebounds are bouncing over your head and landing in our guards’ laps.” A pause. Then the line that stings. “There are nights our wings and guards out-rebound you. That shouldn’t even be possible.” Jordan scoffs, half defensive. “I’m not built to bang like that-” Coach cuts him off. “Then get built. Or get smart. Right now you’re neither.” He turns his head slightly. “Roann.” Roann looks up, surprised. Hesitates. “Help him. Strength work. Positioning. Angles. Whatever you do in the paint, he needs it. Since Alan isn’t here, you’re the closest player here to have decent enough defense.” Jordan opens his mouth again, frustration surfaces. “I am trying-” “I know,” Coach says, calmer now. “And that’s why you’re still here. But trying without fixing the problem doesn’t help Queens.” Jordan exhales, jaw tight. The protest dies halfway out. “…Alright.” Coach nods once. “Good man. Because this team doesn’t carry weak links. Especially not at forward.” He walks away. Jordan stands there a second longer, then looks at Roann. “Guess I’m your problem now.” Roann shifts his weight, uncomfortable. He hadn’t asked for this. But it is what it is. Then he just sighs and nods. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “Guess so.” The two walked into the gym and Jordan asked him in a gentle tone about his daily workout, because the last time he did it was in his high school years. “So… how do you start off your reps?” Roann stops near the rack. Then exhales. “I usually don’t start heavy…” he muttered. “ I start light.” He grips the bar, checking his hand placement out of instinct. “Work with your ankles, hips and core. If your base is weak, then everything on top is just fake strength.” Jordan tries to copy the shepherd of what he was doing, he was a bit confused on how he did it, but quickly remembers how he did it and pulls it off quite well. “So is it something like this?” He lifted the bar, he did struggle a lil at first but did it perfectly fine. Roann watches him for a moment, eyes tracking the huntaway’s feet first, then his hips. “Yeah…” he says, nodding once. “That’s it.” He steps a little closer, taps two fingers against Jordan’s side. “Sink your hips just a little more” he muttered. “Don’t rush it, just slow down.” Jordan adjusts. “Good…” Roann adds. “You’re stronger already. You’re just not used to it yet.” He straightens back up. “Keep it slow. Strength doesn’t come from just forcing the lift, it comes from staying there when it starts to burn.” Jordan was genuinely surprised by how strong he could potentially be. If he started doing this on a daily basis with Roann, not only could he be good at setting screens for his guards, but he could easily box out other players and do all the dirty work in the paint. Roann watches him quietly. “Do this daily…” he muttered. “You won’t be finesse anymore. You’ll be more solid than ever.” Jordan nods. He knows that It’ll be a long and tedious run for the huntaway, but he will endure it as long as the coach will be happy with his results. Roann steps back, giving him space. “Alright… I might as well make this worth both our time.” (2 weeks worth of montage) The gym is half-lit. Jordan dragged a sled across the floor, teeth clenched. Roann beside him, steady pace, not rushing. “Chest up and don’t lean.” Roann said between reps. Later on, medicine ball. Jordan stumbles once, then regains his balance. “Again…” Roann muttered. “C’mon Jordan, try again.” Box out drills. Roann bumps him hard on purpose. Jordan gets wormed out of the paint by him. “Jordan, you need to stay low. Otherwise, that happens. And you’re taller than me.” The huntaway groaned that he failed that easily on the box out drills, so he tried again but this time he was ready for him to bump hard again. Roann bumps him hard again. Jordan holds this time. “That…” Roann muttered. “That’s the difference.” Sweat pooling. Hands on knees. Mid-session, Roann whispered as if talking to himself. “I still don’t know why the hell did the coach put me up instead of Alan.” Jordan lifted his ears hearing that from Roann when he talked to himself. “What’s that dude?” He said in a calm but confused tone. “Alan is a center. This should be his job. Where the hell is he anyway?” Roann says, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Probably in his locker room sulking after those losses we had, believe me… Besides, Alan is staying away from you for some reason? Why’s that?” Jordan said while he’s panting, holding his knees with his hands to keep himself balanced. Roann stays still for a moment. Jordan started calling his name multiple times after he was daydreaming for some reason. “Roann? Roann? Roann?” His eyes flicked down at his right arm, covered with a dark sleeve, then back up like nothing happened. He then shouted at the shepherd to finally get his attention. “ROANN!” Roann then snaps back to reality. “Doesn’t matter.” Roann says. Then, after a quick breath. “We don’t get along.” “Some things are better left off the court.” He adds. “Especially if they don’t help us win.” Jordan was pretty confused about the sudden hesitation from him, he was gonna question why he stopped but he quickly shrugs it off. For now… Roann notices. But no comment from him. He just steps in again, shoulder squared. “Screens, now,” he says. Jordan plants his feet. Roann crashes into his screen. Jordan holds. Barely, but he holds. “Good,” Roann says immediately. “Don’t chase. Make them go around you.” They reset. Another rep. Another hit. Jordan’s breathing gets rough, legs shaking, but the position stays solid. A ball clanks off the rim. Roann points without looking. “Find a body first,” he says. “Ball second.” Jordan reacts late, then earlier the next time. “Better,” Roann adds. “You’re learning.” They move to rebounding drills. Roann gives him a sharp nudge from behind, testing him. Jordan drops his hips, absorbs it. There’s a pause. Roann watches him, then says quietly, almost to himself. “See? You don’t need to be Alan.” Jordan exhales, half-smiling through the burn. Roann nods once. The session keeps going, long and grinding. and whatever Jordan almost asked stays unspoken, sitting between the reps. The huntaway was sweating and panting profusely, the training for him was starting to take a toll on him, not physically, but mentally. “Come on Jordan… you can do it.” he said to himself. Jordan then screamed to motivate himself so he could push through his limits, and prove himself as a 2nd rounder that he belongs in the league.

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