Post by Jo Harvelle on Aug 11, 2010 20:20:38 GMT -5
JOANNABETH HARVELLE
“sly, energetic, pain ”
• • ON A STORMY SEA OF MOVING EMOTION,
general information
FULL NAME: joanna beth harvelle
NICKNAME: jo
AGE: 27
SPECIES: mortal
GENDER: female
ORIENTATION: straight
OCCUPATION: hunter
• • TOSSED ABOUT I’M LIKE A SHIP ON THE OCEAN,
physical narrative
FACE CLAIM: Alona Tal
SKIN: light
EYES: brown
HAIR: blonde
HEIGHT: 5'2
BODY TYPE: avreag
• • I SET A COURSE FOR WINDS OF FORTUNE,
character behavior
LIKES: at least eight
Poker
Hustling
Knives
A challenge
Danger
Surprises
Easily controlled men
Kicking ass
DISLIKES: at least eight
Being told what to do
People thinking she's so young..
Jerks
Bitches
Drunks
The Supernatural
Being called childish
Pop music...its crap
STRENGTHS:
great memory
fast runner
computer hacker
guns
stealth
WEAKNESSES:
bugs
getting in fights
act before thinking
temper
fist fighting
FEARS:
die
fire
water
losing a friend
flooding
POWERS & ABILITIES: guns
• • BUT I HEAR THE VOICES SAY,
personal record
FAMILY:
Ellen Harvelle (mother)
William Anthony Harvelle (father, deceased)
HISTORY: Born on April 7th, I didn’t really think that my life would turn out the way it has turned out. Well let me start at the beginning,, I was born in the state of Nebraska to William Anthony Harvelle and Ellen Harvelle. Since I was little I knew that those childhood bedtime stories about monsters, demons, etc..well from the time I was small I knew they were real. You think I’m crazy, right? But believe me their real and I even faced some a couple of time but that’s further down into the story.. My young life consisted of waiting for my father to come back home after facing the monsters and hanging around with my mother at the Roadhouse. Holidays? Ha, we skipped those really celebrating unless dad was home and he usually wasn't and if he was, well he didn't stay long.
Anyway, whats the Roadhouse? A place for hunters to stay and share stories with one another while grabbing a drink and resting for awhile. When I began school, well people didn’t believe me when I told them about my dad’s job or they didn't like my small interest in knives. I was pretty much considered a freak at school and it didn’t get better when my dad…died. Yeah, my dad died. When I was eight, I’m still getting over it but with the help of some friends and my mom I’m slowly getting over it. My life continued though and I kept growing going through the life of a teen. I dropped out of high school because I was still a freak to them and I didn’t feel like proving myself anymore because hell, maybe they were right. I was a freak with a knife collection and I was freakin’ proud of it. I had a boyfriend though, met him at the Roadhouse and his name was Rick. Did I love him?
No..but I liked him enough that I thought I did. He left me anyway, not exactly left me but he never came back, ya know? So I got stuck with my mom and her rules. I don’t know after Rick left some time later..I met him. He came into the Roadhouse with his brother in tow, I didn’t know who they were and my mom surely didn’t know who they were, well she thought she didn’t. So I held him at gunpoint after he gave me a few pointers on how not to hold a gun which resulted in him taking my gun and me punching him in the face before taking my gun back. I don’t know..maybe I hit him to hard because he started crying out to his brother for help, but my mother already had him at gunpoint then they spoke their names and well..my mom knew them.
Dean and Sam Winchester. I don’t know, but somehow Dean was different. He was different, maybe because he didn’t hit on me like the other hunters did or maybe because..I don’t know I felt like I connected with him. I thought he felt it to, but I could have been wrong. ‘It was the wrong place and the wrong time’ because he had just lost his dad and I knew how that felt, though my wound was slowly closing his was fresh. It didn’t stop me from flirting with him a little bit, the best way I know how to flirt anyway. So, him and his brother left and I was alone again with Ash and my mom. Life started to get boring again and to dismiss my boredom I started hustling hunters out their money by pretending to be that innocent girl that doesn’t know a fork from a spoon. It was easy plus gave me a lot of time to get some money and then there was Dean and Sam again walking into the Roadhouse.
He just couldn’t stay away, right? I think I actually told him that once when he came walking through that door. He was here for Ash though not me so I sort of stayed out of his and Sam’s way and went back to doing my job. Taking care of hunters with bad attitudes and raging hormones. It was time to clean up the bar anyway so I went to the jukebox and played one of my favorite songs from REO Speedwagon. Love that group, their pretty much awesome. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart, I tell ya. And well Dean? He says he sings it from the hair..what a jerk. Handsome jerk, but still a jerk. From his visit that day I actually found out that well..he’s scared of my mother, but then again who wasn’t?
And just like that, they were gone and I was once again left with my mother and Ash, but something inspired me, ya know? Seeing Dean and Sam going out there being the hero..I wanted to do that to. I wanted to be out there facing the supernatural, saving the world, having to live and hop around from motel to motel..I wanted to be free. I wanted to be on my own and continue where my father left off I wanted to be something he was proud of, I wanted to feel closer to him doing something that he loved. So I started researching and no not with the help of Ash, I did everything on my own. That wasn’t good enough for my mother though, no I was still to young…to naïve to actually be out there in the real world.
Heh, maybe she was right I wasn’t even the drinking age back then but I was grown up for my age and a lot more mature. It led to more arguments between me and my mother, with her always getting the last word usually by walking off. She couldn’t keep me here..she knew that and I knew that. She was just pushing me further and further away from her and she didn’t even know it, I was going to leave with her permission or without, didn’t matter which one to me.
Then to make matters worse or better depending on your choice, Dean and Sam showed up once again actually they showed up in the middle of an argument between me and my mother. Then to make matters even worse, she gave the case that I had been researching on all night to them. She thought that was going to stop me but she was clearly wrong. With Ash’s help, I snuck off to do my own case that I researched and wow wow wow..who was there the Winchesters. Big surprise. I don’t know maybe because I was annoyed with my mother, I didn’t really try to flirt with Dean this time, actually he pretty much got on my last freakin nerves.
He was sexiest, ya know he didn’t think girls could be hunters. But no, we did have a moment actually when I told him about my dad and why I wanted to be a hunter I think..he understood me for that split second something that nobody else ever did including my mother. Then I got myself kidnapped by H.H. Holmes, the spirit that was attacking young blonds in their apartment. He trapped/locked me in a box..when I woke up I was petrified..I was scared and I hate to admit, but I cried but only a little. Dean and Sam rescued me though along with the other girl and with me being the bait we trapped that spirit son of a bitch. Then my mother came..and ruined everything.
We went back to the Roadhouse and..Dean before my mother could yell at me he defended me. He actually sort of protected me, which I couldn’t believe but what happened after that I couldn’t believe more was what mother told me when Dean and Sam went outside. John Winchester, their father, was there when my dad was killed actually no it was his fault that he was killed. He came out to soon and got my dad killed but oh no that’s version one. Version two I’ll tell ya later. So I was mad, no I was furious it was all John’s fault that’s all I could think of and since John wasn’t here then it was the next person in line it was Dean’s fault. It was his fault my dad was dead and it was his fault my family was so broken up.
So..I told him to leave. I didn’t really want him to leave, but it was for the best he had to go and so did I. So after they left, I snuck away that night and left to. I had to leave or I would never get what I wanted. I left and got a job at a bar in Duluth. It was quiet there and had little cases I could go on, but it was home for then. I don’t know how long I spent there before I got a visitor when it was time to close the bar. Sam Winchester, well who I thought was Sam Winchester. He came, I gave him a beer, we did small talk, he picked on me about my crush for Dean, and then he attacked me. So it wasn’t Sam, nah Sam wouldn’t have tied me to a post unless he was trying to be kinky but I don’t think he’s that type.
He/She/It told me some things about my dad, about how…John killed my dad. Shot him in the head…I can’t talk about that. Dean came and saved me, went after Sam and then I went after him. Found him half drowned with a bullet wound, so I patched him up and I thought I would help him find demon possessed Sam but instead I found myself being promised a phone call that never happened. That was it. Dean Winchester walked out of my life and I walked into mine. I traveled from place to place, hunting, did cases, stayed in random motels, along with sending my mom postcards to let her know I was alright. I was finally living my dream and continuing my father’s.
Life was simple then and stayed that way for two years, I didn’t find or have any relationships with any guys in those two years because I found myself thinking about the Winchesters. Was I still crushing on Dean? A little..but I was masking that school girl crush into my anger for not having gotten a phone call. Did I wonder what happened to Sam? Yeah, he was possessed last time I saw him and for all I know he could have been dead. So what did I do with my unanswered questions? I ignored them and did what I was suppose to do.
OTHER: This is for any scrapbook links you may want to add to the profile later. This part does not have to be filled out right away.
• • CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON,
the face behind the mask
ALIAS: Ren
OTHER ACCOUNTS: None
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ROLE PLAYING: 11 years
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
Everything had happened all at once, she kept dreaming about her friends. She smiled as she slept, they were her family. She didn't have anyone else. She opened up her eyes, no longer sleeping. She looked up at the sky, she sighed softly. She didn't like it for long. Slowly sitting up she realized she was on the sand. Slowly standing up she shook herself to get the sand off her. Running her fingers in her hair, she was back home. For a moment she thought of the place she went to all the time and herself always comes here. She sank to her knees, seeing tears fell down her face. She ran her fingers over the drawings. She clenched her free fist, she didn't know if she would ever, find her friends.
slowly she headed for the entrance, when she finally got out. Standing up on her feet finally up. Brushing up sand on her knees. She sighed and headed to the sea, but she stopped. She thought she heard something, her eyes scanning the ocean. She stopped, her sad fast becoming a happy expression. She saw her friends and her family finally got one another.
