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Jo Harvelle | Supernatural | Reserved
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Other Characters Played: None
Preferred Apartment: None.
Character Name: Joanna Beth "Jo" Harvelle
Canon: Supernatural
Canon Point: Season 5, episode 10; when they arrive in Carthage
Background/History: Jo @ The Supernatural Wiki
Personality: Jo is no stranger to a rough life. She grew up all too aware of the things hiding in the dark and this has shaped her in a profound manner. Some of the adults in her life tried to shelter her by keeping her from learning about the things they didn't want her to know about, and this only served to increase her curiosity and rebellion from a young age.
When her father was killed only a few weeks after her tenth birthday, she was left alone with her mother, Ellen. Jo definitely takes after her, but idolizes her father completely. Jo learns to be tough and to take care of herself, in most situations, though she definitely maintains a playful and innocent cover to throw people off. If they underestimate her? Wonderful. She'll just kick their ass faster, whether it's at poker or winning a bet.
For most of her life, Jo has shunned being normal. Life wasn't like the movies. Good didn't always win, but she would try her damned hardest to make sure that it did. There was evil in the world, and that just meant there were people who needed to be protected. All she wanted was to follow her father's footsteps and do exactly that. Her mother kept her at the Roadhouse for years, but Jo finally rebelled and ran away to hunt a ghost with the Winchester boys. Once that ghost is defeated, Ellen shows up and escorts her back home with the Winchesters' help. After this first adventure, Ellen reveals that she is most upset with Jo because Jo allowed herself to be used as bait for the ghost (which, to be honest, was the entire reason she ran to help them).
At some point during this argument, it's revealed that Jo's father died on a hunt with John Winchester and that Ellen kept the details of his death from Jo. This revelation sends Jo out onto her own, apparently to think things over and hunt on her own, just like her father. Eventually she does return to her mother, and they hunt together, with Jo more mature and serious.
Jo can seem like a cold bitch if you catch her at the wrong time, but she does have a softer side, along with a large bit of sarcasm and ego. She tries to portray herself as completely calm and in control in dangerous situations, but sometimes she isn't in control of herself and it shows – sometimes she loses control of her emotions for a time. It doesn't take her long to regain control of herself, and she comes back with a vengeance to kick ass and solve problems where she can, but it does happen, and she's less strong than she'd like to admit.
Jo's softer side usually only comes out for those she deeply cares for, and for them she'll do anything they need. Even if it comes at a great personal sacrifice to herself – nothing is too much. She is at her strongest when fighting for others. This is why she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps and become a hunter. She wants to keep people from suffering as she has, even strangers.
This is probably in some small part because of what she's gone through in her own life because of the supernatural. The death of her father, the loss of friends over the years, even her own experiences with monsters have all shown her that it can be overwhelming to be faced with things that one can't quite explain. She also learned that when one knows there are others who have experienced the same thing, and are doing good in the world because of those experiences, it does help. That's all she wants, to make a difference just like her father did, by taking out monsters.
o Harvelle | Supernatural | Reserved | 2/2
Items/Weapons: Her father's knife, her handy-dandy shotgun, and a generic silver zippo
if allowed.Sample Entry:
[The face that pops up on everyone's cell phone is young but worried and obviously pissed off. It matches the voice that follows.]
Okay, so the phones work. Last time I looked around I wasn't in a half-destroyed abandoned town. Just an empty one.
Someone clue me in. Where's Haven? How the hell did I get here? [She takes a breath here, shifting something long that she has sat across her lap. She glances around the room again, finally returning her gaze to the phone.] Anyone seen a woman named Ellen? Hell, I'll even take a pair of brothers going' by Dean and Sam, if they're around. [She couldn't be here alone, right? Whatever made her end up here should have brought them. It couldn't have just been after her.]
Sample Entry Two:
The elevator was more inviting than she would ever admit. The interior, though obviously worn and filthy, managed to look warm and friendly. Maybe that should have been her first reason not to step into it, but her explorer's heart got the better of her.
She stepped inside, only planning to see if there was anything useful hiding in the corners - perhaps food or even a makeshift weapon she could take back to the apartments. Surely nothing could happen in an elevator. The city didn't seem to have power. She figured it would be harmless.
But, somehow, despite the smashed in control panel and apparent lack of power, the instant her left foot reached its normal place next to her right, the elevator doors noisily pulled closed behind her. She whirled desperately, hoping there was time to leap through the doors before she ended up stuck in an elevator alone without anyone realizing it. She was too late. The doors snapped flush together just as she held a hand out to try to stop them, enveloping her in complete darkness. That didn't make sense. If there was enough power to shut the doors, why wasn't there some sort of lighting? She would take even the sickly glow of emergency lighting. She just wanted to be able to see.
She dropped her hand, taking a deep breath before she kicked the elevator doors as hard as she could. The thud echoed through the rusted box, but the doors refused to open. She cursed under her breath and tried again. The sound echoed again, answered by a rusty squeak as the elevator dropped a few sickening feet. This couldn't be happening, not to her, not in this city she had been yanked into without her consent.
Jo took a deep breath, immediately pulling her knife from its resting spot at the small of her back to attempt to use it to pry the doors open just enough for her to slip through. She could get out. She had to get out. She'd escaped from H.H. Holmes' ghost for crying out loud. This elevator couldn't be any worse.
If she could just get it open enough to slide through, she'd be fine. She knew that. It was an elevator! What was the worst that could happen? She took another deep breath to steady her hands and took a careful step forward. The last thing she wanted was to accidentally send the elevator plummeting to the bottom of the shaft, wherever the hell that ended up being. Granted, she was reasonably sure that if the brakes did fail, she'd be dead – or too wounded actually get out. She didn't want either possibility. She just wanted to get out of the damn elevator and back to the apartments.
Jo was reluctant to resort to using her lighter at the moment. She was stuck in an elevator, what would there even be to see? The same dirty but blank walls? The water stained ceiling? She didn't need to see to find the seam for the doors.
She lifted her free hand to slide them over the doors, searching for the dip between the doors, barely breathing in her attempt to concentrate on staying still enough not to accidentally send the elevator downwards, even if in the back of her head there were competing voices – one telling her she was going to die, the other reminding her that she could get out of this if she just thought it out.
Her fingers brushed against the line where the two doors met. Her heart leapt in her chest and she lifted her knife to pry the doors open. Her heart leapt again, this time in concert with a sinking in the pit of her stomach as it suddenly washed over her that the elevator had started moving without a sound. The pace was too controlled for it to be failed brakes.
It was a controlled descent and she wasn't controlling it.
Re: o Harvelle | Supernatural | Reserved | 2/2
Your application is in the queue and will be processed on September 27th.
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