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tobeclosetohim: (One Life Long Mission)

I Was Raised in a G R A V E Y A R D

Where all the monsters were R E A L

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Created on 2011-12-23 15:15:40 (#1220896), last updated 2016-12-14 (43 weeks ago)

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Name:Jo Harvelle runs on 100 proof attitude power
Birthdate:Apr 7, 1985
Location:Here there be monsters
“Jo, you've got options. No one in their right mind chooses this life.
My dad started me in this when I was so young... I wish I could do something else.”

“You love the job.”

“Yeah, but I'm a little twisted.”

“You don't think I'm a little twisted too?”

To hear the Hunters tell of the Roadhouse you'd know you did not look side wise at Ellen Harvelle if you planned to keep getting drinks.

They'd laugh and add that her daughter Jo's a pistol.

A beauty of blonde hair and sassy mouth. A slender slip with a mean right hook and barely big enough to make a paper weight. That she could hustle the wallet off the next person to come in the door with an innocent look that would've charmed the pope. That she could patch whatever scratch you got and point you in the direction of near anything you needed. That she drank people twice her age under the table, swore like a sailor, and could tell you all the best stories that had passed this way.

That the last thing you ever did was get between Ellen and Jo when they went at each other.

He’d burst through that door like…like Steve McQueen or something.
And he’d sweep me up in his arms, and I’d breathe in that old leather jacket of his.
And my mom, who was sour and pissed from the minute he left –- she started smiling again.

And we were...we were a family.

Quite like the Winchesters, Jo (never Joanna to anyone but her Mother) lost her father to a Hunting trip when she was still in pigtails. She's never forgotten.

The smell of his leather jacket. How proud and happy her mother looked. The stories he told about what had happened, and even more importantly why the job needed doing.

He's never stopped being her hero.

She...won't stop until she's gone out and become just like him.

Joanna Beth Harvelle is a 5'4" blonde bombshell, with brown eyes and an endless supply of sassy. She's got a handful of scars, a journal, and more hunter loyalties than you can shake a stick at, that she's not likely to show you, but she will point a shot gun, or one of her knives, at your face if you give her any small reason. Or she feels like it.

She hails from the TV series Supernatural, which is the property of Eric Kripke and The WB/CW. This journal is solely for roleplaying purposes in [personal profile] mm_toby, [info]milliways_bar, Hellverse, [info]shatterverse, [info]playinginsand, [info]thisisarea42, [community profile] bakerstreet, [community profile] medietas_logs, [personal profile] sixthiteration, and HarryPotter!AU as [personal profile] theweasleysheir/[personal profile] veneficusvenato from which no profit whatsoever is being made.

Jo original journal, on livejournal here, was created on July 14th, 2007. She has recently enjoyed hitting her 9th year with no stop in sight. To contact Jo's player, Amanda, e-mails can be sent here, a comment can be left here, or please feel free to use any of the contact services list below the profile. I am open to discussion about everything from fluff to serious business.

[ Top graphic by [profile] wayward_girl; Bottom graphic by [profile] like_the_gun ]
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