Post by Jo Harvelle on May 26, 2017 0:37:07 GMT -5
HUNTERS JOURNAL
THE BASICS
FULL NAME:
Joanna Beth Harvelle
Joanna Beth Harvelle
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE:
April 7, 1985 | 24
April 7, 1985 | 24
PLACE OF BIRTH | CURRENT RESIDENCE:
Norfolk, NE | On the road
Norfolk, NE | On the road
FACE CLAIM:
Alona Tal
Alona Tal
SPECIES:
Human
Human
GENDER:
Female
Female
MARITAL STATUS:
Single
Single
OCCUPATION:
Hunter
Hunter
ALIAS:
Lacey
Lacey
TALENTS AND SPECIAL ABILITIES
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Jo has learned to use most weapons in a hunter's arsenal, but she's most skilled with knives. She's got quite a sizable collection, ranging in size from the length of her little finger to the length of her arm, but her favorite is the one made out of pure iron and inscribed with her father's initials. She's a good fighter, relying more on quickness, adaptability, and accuracy than speed or strength. She's also an accomplished marksman; challengers in both arcade shooting and the real thing have learned the hard way time after time. Jo's also gotten passably good at anything you can bet on in a bar (pool, poker and darts for example).
Jo's made up for her lack of proper field experience until she was in her twenties by turning herself into an excellent researcher. She's skilled in finding, organizing and processing information. Though not exactly a M.D., Jo's seen and can deal with just about most injuries. And while you probably wouldn't want her poking around in your wounded flesh, she's a deft hand at stitching it back together.
She's also quite the little people person. Using skills she's honed to a fine art while bartending and waitressing in an effort to score bigger tips, Jo knows exactly how to use her wide, friendly smile and big, innocent eyes to put people at ease and gain a semblance of trust. She makes an excellent sympathetic listener and has found that knowing how to charm people is almost as useful as a fake badge for a hunter.
While not exactly an encyclopedia of weirdness, Jo's grown up listening to hunters talk and almost never forgets the lessons they've taught her. Unlike most hunters, she doesn't keep a journal of the things she knows and has seen (mostly because she's tried and is terrible at it) but instead has learned to keep it all stored in her memory so she can access it much more quickly and effectively.
Jo's made up for her lack of proper field experience until she was in her twenties by turning herself into an excellent researcher. She's skilled in finding, organizing and processing information. Though not exactly a M.D., Jo's seen and can deal with just about most injuries. And while you probably wouldn't want her poking around in your wounded flesh, she's a deft hand at stitching it back together.
She's also quite the little people person. Using skills she's honed to a fine art while bartending and waitressing in an effort to score bigger tips, Jo knows exactly how to use her wide, friendly smile and big, innocent eyes to put people at ease and gain a semblance of trust. She makes an excellent sympathetic listener and has found that knowing how to charm people is almost as useful as a fake badge for a hunter.
While not exactly an encyclopedia of weirdness, Jo's grown up listening to hunters talk and almost never forgets the lessons they've taught her. Unlike most hunters, she doesn't keep a journal of the things she knows and has seen (mostly because she's tried and is terrible at it) but instead has learned to keep it all stored in her memory so she can access it much more quickly and effectively.
POWERS AND VULNERABILITIES
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]If family can be considered a vulnerability, Jo's got it. Though she is frequently at odds with her mother (which is a vulnerability in itself, as when they've been fighting Jo will do just about anything to do the opposite of what her mom wants, much to her own detriment), she really cares a great deal for her.
REPUTATION
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Any hunter that had frequented the Roadhouse before it was destroyed could probably tell you about Bill Harvelle’s daughter. However, in the last year Jo has made a name for herself as a capable hunter in her own right.
PERSONALITY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]To the outside world, Jo is a very strong, spirited person. She’s outgoing, and never fails to make an acquaintance. She completely doesn’t care what the world thinks of her and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. Her temper is quick to flare, but she’ll also be the first to apologize if she realizes she’s wrong. If she doesn’t, however, she’ll stick to her argument stubbornly. Jo appears to see a lot of the world in black and white. She has a strong sense of right and wrong that she adheres to, though not always strictly. She’s often getting herself in more trouble than she should. She sneaks about, pokes about things and places she has no business with, and is rather high-handed with authority figures from time to time.
But inside, there is a lot more to Jo. She was forced to grow up very quickly at the Roadhouse, even with her mother on one side trying to keep her from it. In fact, the adult she has had to be often conflicts with the child her mother would like her to be. Her sense of judgment is not quite as developed as it should be, so though she appears to not think things through, she actually struggles a great deal with the bigger issues. Jo tries to appear strong most of the time because she hates showing weakness, but even she admits she hasn't always had as tight a grip as she'd like on her emotions. She isn't as innocent as she used to be, and a small part of her regrets that. But since she can't help that, Jo makes use of her jadedness by turning herself into the best damn hunter she can be.
All she's ever wanted to be is a hunter, and she'll be damned if she lets anything stop her. Part of that stems from growing up surrounded by them, and part because she doesn't see how she can know everything she knows and NOT act. But mostly, it stems from a deep seeded hunger to feel close to her father. And Jo is an incredible driven individual. She believes that anything is attainable if you just put enough effort into it, and refuses to miss out on anything just because she didn’t. If she wants something, there is a good chance she’ll get it just through perseverance and hard work. That's how, after way too long in her opinion, she finally convinced her mother to let her hunt.
But inside, there is a lot more to Jo. She was forced to grow up very quickly at the Roadhouse, even with her mother on one side trying to keep her from it. In fact, the adult she has had to be often conflicts with the child her mother would like her to be. Her sense of judgment is not quite as developed as it should be, so though she appears to not think things through, she actually struggles a great deal with the bigger issues. Jo tries to appear strong most of the time because she hates showing weakness, but even she admits she hasn't always had as tight a grip as she'd like on her emotions. She isn't as innocent as she used to be, and a small part of her regrets that. But since she can't help that, Jo makes use of her jadedness by turning herself into the best damn hunter she can be.
All she's ever wanted to be is a hunter, and she'll be damned if she lets anything stop her. Part of that stems from growing up surrounded by them, and part because she doesn't see how she can know everything she knows and NOT act. But mostly, it stems from a deep seeded hunger to feel close to her father. And Jo is an incredible driven individual. She believes that anything is attainable if you just put enough effort into it, and refuses to miss out on anything just because she didn’t. If she wants something, there is a good chance she’ll get it just through perseverance and hard work. That's how, after way too long in her opinion, she finally convinced her mother to let her hunt.
HISTORY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]All Jo's ever known was the Roadhouse and hunting. When she was younger, she used to wonder how they'd gotten there; everyone's got a story about how they got into it after all. But neither her mom nor her dad were inclined to tell her that story, so she spent most of her time listening to whatever ones the hunters that came to the bar would tell her. It was an unconventional childhood, but Jo was pretty happy with it. Sure, she'd love it if her dad were home more, but he always made up for it when he did come home. In the inbetweens, she had more “uncles” than she could count teaching her lore and dirty words. Her mother wasn't too fond of this education, but for the most part stayed out of it.
But then John Winchester brought them the news that her dad had died while on the job. Jo was ten, and she was pretty sure Ellen was never really happy again after that day. It was also the last time she saw John, but she wasn't really upset about it under the circumstances. She spent a lot of the next year or so getting in fights at school and generally being angry before making an important decision: she was going to be a hunter. She started listening to the hunters' stories for more than entertainment purposes and even convinced a few of to give her some impromptu “training” sessions. Ellen allowed it for a while, but when Jo didn't grow out of it and in fact started prodding to be taken out on hunts, she immediately disallowed it, and thus started the tug-of-war that would go on between them for years.
Nevertheless, Jo persisted. An when she was sixteen, she got her first chance to ride along on a hunt – without her mother's permission obviously. Of course, it ended terribly, with Ellen figuring out what was going on and pulling Jo's bacon out of the fire, never mind the fact that Jo insisted that she had it. The tension between them jacked up a few more notches and Jo was forbidden to ever go on another hunt again, but she was a teenager and not likely to listen to her mother. Still, rather than incur her wrath again immediately, Jo set about the task of seriously training by helping hunters with their research in exchange for weapons lessons.
As high-school drew to a close, Jo kept her nose clean between training and working at the Roadhouse. She put just enough effort into her final years of schoolwork to keep her mother happy enough to let her practice shooting. Ellen, realizing Jo wasn't going to let go of hunting, made her a deal; she'd be allowed to go on a supervised hunting trip when she turned eighteen, in exchange for going to college in the fall. Though she thought it was a massive waste of time, Jo agreed, and soon after her eighteenth birthday, she was a bona fida hunter. Her mother still refused to allow her to go out without other hunters, but she nonetheless got to go out with other hunters in the months between graduation and starting college.
College was exactly the waste of time Jo thought it was. Classes were dull, there was absolutely nothing supernatural going on in the town, and everyone quickly realized she was the weird kid with the knife collection, so its not like she made a lot of friends. She put up with it as long as she could, but eventually showed up back at the Roadhouse one day midterm, announcing that she'd dropped out. Ellen was more angry than Jo could remember seeing her, and within a week had managed to scare or threaten all the hunters out of any inclination they might have had to let Jo tag along with them, no matter how much she pleaded. Still unsure of her ability to handle a job on her own, this essentially shut down Jo's chances at hunting.
Still, she didn't give up. Instead, she kept on as she had been: working at the Roadhouse and learning all she could from the hunters and Ash. And then, when she was twenty-one, a Winchester walked back into her life. Not John though; his son Dean. Dean was quickly followed by John's other son, Sam, at the end of her mother's revolver. Once THAT little misunderstand is cleared up, both Ellen and Jo take to the boys...at least that is, until Jo finally had enough of not hunting and she slipped away to join them on a job. One she did the groundwork for, she might add.
Ellen really blew the whole thing out of proportion, in Jo's opinion. Yes, she'd gotten captured by a killer spirit and the Winchesters had had to rescue her, but she'd also handled herself well and had been the one to draw Holmes out and trap him. She was counting it a success. At least, she was until they got home and Ellen explained to her why exactly she was angry she let herself be bait in a Winchester plan: her father had died the exact same way. Jo asked Sam and Dean to leave; she knew it wasn't their fault, but needed time away from anything that reminded her of what had happened to her father.
That was ultimately the reason she ended up leaving the Roadhouse, though Ellen's constant disapproval of hunting hadn't hurt. She moved to Minnesota, taking a job at a bar and hunting anything stupid enough to come her way. She still had a lot of anger, but did a lot of growing up in those months. Nevertheless, she wasn't all that pleased to see Sam Winchester walk into her bar one night after closing. Even less so when he attacked her, tied her up, and taunted her with her father's death. Of course, she'd figured out by the time Dean showed up that Sam wasn't himself, but it didn't make it sting any less. Watching Dean leave again, knowing he wouldn't call her when he got his brother back, didn't help either.
But then John Winchester brought them the news that her dad had died while on the job. Jo was ten, and she was pretty sure Ellen was never really happy again after that day. It was also the last time she saw John, but she wasn't really upset about it under the circumstances. She spent a lot of the next year or so getting in fights at school and generally being angry before making an important decision: she was going to be a hunter. She started listening to the hunters' stories for more than entertainment purposes and even convinced a few of to give her some impromptu “training” sessions. Ellen allowed it for a while, but when Jo didn't grow out of it and in fact started prodding to be taken out on hunts, she immediately disallowed it, and thus started the tug-of-war that would go on between them for years.
Nevertheless, Jo persisted. An when she was sixteen, she got her first chance to ride along on a hunt – without her mother's permission obviously. Of course, it ended terribly, with Ellen figuring out what was going on and pulling Jo's bacon out of the fire, never mind the fact that Jo insisted that she had it. The tension between them jacked up a few more notches and Jo was forbidden to ever go on another hunt again, but she was a teenager and not likely to listen to her mother. Still, rather than incur her wrath again immediately, Jo set about the task of seriously training by helping hunters with their research in exchange for weapons lessons.
As high-school drew to a close, Jo kept her nose clean between training and working at the Roadhouse. She put just enough effort into her final years of schoolwork to keep her mother happy enough to let her practice shooting. Ellen, realizing Jo wasn't going to let go of hunting, made her a deal; she'd be allowed to go on a supervised hunting trip when she turned eighteen, in exchange for going to college in the fall. Though she thought it was a massive waste of time, Jo agreed, and soon after her eighteenth birthday, she was a bona fida hunter. Her mother still refused to allow her to go out without other hunters, but she nonetheless got to go out with other hunters in the months between graduation and starting college.
College was exactly the waste of time Jo thought it was. Classes were dull, there was absolutely nothing supernatural going on in the town, and everyone quickly realized she was the weird kid with the knife collection, so its not like she made a lot of friends. She put up with it as long as she could, but eventually showed up back at the Roadhouse one day midterm, announcing that she'd dropped out. Ellen was more angry than Jo could remember seeing her, and within a week had managed to scare or threaten all the hunters out of any inclination they might have had to let Jo tag along with them, no matter how much she pleaded. Still unsure of her ability to handle a job on her own, this essentially shut down Jo's chances at hunting.
Still, she didn't give up. Instead, she kept on as she had been: working at the Roadhouse and learning all she could from the hunters and Ash. And then, when she was twenty-one, a Winchester walked back into her life. Not John though; his son Dean. Dean was quickly followed by John's other son, Sam, at the end of her mother's revolver. Once THAT little misunderstand is cleared up, both Ellen and Jo take to the boys...at least that is, until Jo finally had enough of not hunting and she slipped away to join them on a job. One she did the groundwork for, she might add.
Ellen really blew the whole thing out of proportion, in Jo's opinion. Yes, she'd gotten captured by a killer spirit and the Winchesters had had to rescue her, but she'd also handled herself well and had been the one to draw Holmes out and trap him. She was counting it a success. At least, she was until they got home and Ellen explained to her why exactly she was angry she let herself be bait in a Winchester plan: her father had died the exact same way. Jo asked Sam and Dean to leave; she knew it wasn't their fault, but needed time away from anything that reminded her of what had happened to her father.
That was ultimately the reason she ended up leaving the Roadhouse, though Ellen's constant disapproval of hunting hadn't hurt. She moved to Minnesota, taking a job at a bar and hunting anything stupid enough to come her way. She still had a lot of anger, but did a lot of growing up in those months. Nevertheless, she wasn't all that pleased to see Sam Winchester walk into her bar one night after closing. Even less so when he attacked her, tied her up, and taunted her with her father's death. Of course, she'd figured out by the time Dean showed up that Sam wasn't himself, but it didn't make it sting any less. Watching Dean leave again, knowing he wouldn't call her when he got his brother back, didn't help either.
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