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Age: twenty-one
Personal DW: dai_choo_choo
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Currently played characters: N/A

Canon Source: Supernatural
Canon Format: tv show
Character's Name: Joanna Beth "Jo" Harvelle
Character's Age: 23
Sex: female
Species: human
Character Suitability: n/a

Character History: a brief but thorough history of Joanna Beth Harvelle
Point in Canon: 5x10: Abandon All Hope

Jo was asked by the Winchester brothers to help steal The Colt. But once they met with Crowley and found out about Carthage, Missouri, and the fact the Devil would be there, plans changed a little. Jo and her mom agreed to help Dean and Sam take down the Devil in Carthage that next day, and everyone shacked up at Bobby's the night before. I'm taking Jo from that night, after Dean hits on her and they take the picture and everyone goes to sleep. She will wake up thinking they need to prepare to go kill Lucifer, but will instead find herself in...well. A quite different situation.

Previous CR: n/a

Character Personality:

Had Jo been born into any other family, she most likely would have grown up to become some innocent, blonde-haired-blue-eyed beauty. She would have gone off to college, gotten married, and lived a happy, long life. But her luck would have it that the Harvelle family was anything but normal, with her father a hunter and her mother running The Roadhouse, which served as a sort of 'base' for hunters. A place where they could congregate, get a beer, talk the job. Jo loved the Roadhouse, loved hearing stories about jobs just like the ones her father worked constantly. Jo was a happy child, bright-eyed and bouncing, curious and loving life, part of strange, but happy, family.

That was, until the day her father didn't come home. Jo didn't learn the details of her father's last job until years later, but what she did know was that it was the things her dad hunted that killed him. The same things all the other hunters killed. Jo's life was very different after that - she started to notice just how much she didn't fit in at school, how her mother wouldn't let her go much of anywhere except school and the Roadhouse, and she wanted to know more. Jo spent the following years working at the bar, helping her mom with drinks and tables and making conversation with all types of hunters. It got harder to hide her curiosity, but her mother refused to tell Jo anything, which left her to stories and research. Even with Ellen's overprotective streak, it was only a matter of time before Jo was out in the field. Once she got her mind set on hunting, there was no turning back.

Jo is confident, smart, and quite capable. Due to her mother's reluctance to let her in on the hunter life, she learned to be quite sneaky with her research, and thorough. If she was going to pull together a case, it would be full-proof, complete. And she put together her fair share of cases, despite being denied the chance to see most of them through. Growing up in the Roadhouse, surrounded by (more often than not drunk) men, Jo learned how to handle herself early on. Sarcastic and quick-witted, Jo made quite a name for herself at the Roadhouse. She's quite a hustler, a pretty believable flirt, great with a shotgun and better at poker, draining many a hunter dry with a simple hand of cards. And, of course, there's her attitude - stubborn, for one. If she sets her mind on anything, it's a good bet that she will get it done. No matter what. It is this stubbornness that has led Jo on a few of her own hunts, running off to tag along with hunters and gain some experience, the Winchester boys only one example. She might not be the bravest - every person, hunter or no, has their limit - but she is determined enough to make up for it, and will see anything she starts through to the end.

After facing the consequences from her mother when she returned home (from a successful hunt, might she add), Jo decided she was old enough to be on her own. To hunt on her own. Hunting is the one way she feels closest to her father, and she would not give that up. Jo spent much of her life trying to chase that idea she set for her dad - the idea of what a hunter should be, how they should act. Because he died when she was so young, Jo never really got the chance to know him, and therefore spent her life chasing men like him, in a life like his. All she ever wanted was to know he was proud of her, and if she could get the job done, maybe that would be enough. And she never gave that up, even up to her death, when she followed the same Winchester boys into a fight against the Devil himself. She paid the price when a Hellhound got a hold of Dean and she dove right in for the rescue. But even faced with death, Jo wanted to see it through, see that the job - that Sam and Dean - made it out alive. It was Jo’s idea to create a bomb, use herself as bait, and to kill the Hellhounds once and for all. Jo refused to be worthless, a dead-weight, and if she was going to go out it would be with a bang, literally. If she can save someone, anyone, then it would be worth it. Especially if it was someone she cared about.

Jo’s life was always about saving people - herself, innocent civilians, anything she could do to get out there and make a difference. Her mom always wanted to save her, and Jo appreciated it, but she needed to do it on her own. She craved action. After being brought up a hunter, despite Ellen’s attempts otherwise, she would die a hunter, loyal to the job until that last breath.

Appearance/PB: played by Alona Tal

First Person Sample:

[ Hello network, have a Jo Harvelle, looking kind of really freaking annoyed. ]

This is great and all. Really. I'm impressed. [ No she's not. ] But I don't have time for your Dawn of the Dead fantasies. I kind of have somewhere to be, something to do, that doesn't involve all [ she waves her hand around in a way that suggests she's referring to everything around her ] this.

[ Jo's wearing normal clothes, thank goodness. She almost went to bed last night in regular pjays, but then had a moment of nerves and decided to change early. She's wearing a jacket, jeans, T-shirt, and boots, even though the last thing she remembered was falling asleep at Bobby's. Today was the day they were gonna hunt the Devil, kill Lucifer, and this was not part of the plan. ]

So whatever angel or demon shit that's happening? Cut it out and send me home. Now. [ There's a moment's pause, where Jo frowns as she thinks. Considers. And then she's speaking again. ] And mom, if you're here, lemme know? I don't- [ She glances around the immediate areas, as if checking to make sure Ellen's not going to suddenly appear around the corner. ] Yeah. Just. Call, I guess.

Though I have to say, this? [ Suddenly Jo's holding up a weapon of the mods' choosing, grinning a little to herself. ] Not bad. Can I take it with me? Like a 'sorry for kidnapping you' thing? Yeah? Great.

Third Person Sample:

 

When Jo's eyes open, it takes more time than she would like to admit that something was wrong. She could always shrug it off as it being way too early for this, way too early for anything, but she never really slept so how could it be early for anything? But when she opens her eyes it's not a wooden ceiling, cracked, old. Above her is something entirely different, which seems to match the rest of the room, when she had the time (and the thought) to actually look around. There's a moment of panic when she realizes she has no idea where she is, but Jo finds that even if she wanted to jump up, flail around a bit, she can't. Not when her limbs are tied down, tied to the table, and she grits her teeth when a recording starts to play.

She listens to the speech, not believing a single word of it (some demon joke, it has to be, maybe even angel) and not really caring, because there are five other people who should notice she's gone and she's not missing out. Not on a chance, a hunt, like this. A few seconds later she hears the click and is up, off the table, rubbing at her wrists and checking out her immediate surroundings. Sticking around might not be the first thing on her list of things to do, but she's currently unarmed and unprepared for whatever the recording called 'the new world', and she could spare two minutes to check out the place. Her eyes find the pamphlets, first, and she flips through them for a second before her eyes catch a picture, one particular picture. It's her and her mom and her dad, the one that Ellen kept at the bar, that they lost in the fire. Jo feels an angry sort of heat build up in her stomach as she shoves the pamphlet in her jacket pocket, along with the phone and the charger. Whatever kind of sick joke this was, she was getting real tired of it real fast.

Jo grabs what she thinks might be useful - especially if it's a weapon, of some kind. Something to keep her protected for whatever's out there (because something is out there, has to be. she wouldn't be getting a welcome party like this for Heaven) and then there she goes. Right through the lab and out the doors, taking a few moments to get a better grasp on the scenery, on any ideas she might have of what the hell happened, before she hears the groan. Or well, groans.

She curses, because really? Zombies?