Jo Harvelle

[Jo Harvelle]

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NAME: Joanna Beth Harvelle
DOB: April 7 (somehow resurrected)
GENDER: Female
MEMBER LIST: Human
SEXUALITY: Hetero
OCCUPATION: Hunter (SPN) / Bartender at the Mystic Grill
FACE CLAIM: Alona Tal
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PERSONALITY:

[ HUNTRESS ] - agile, quick on her feet, brilliant reflexes, Jo is a pretty damn good hunter. Considering she was raised by a hunter father, who Jo would quite literally die for, of course she should have the skills. She lacks a little in the planning and subtlety departments, preferring to go straight in, guns blazing, but what she lacks in stealth, she makes up for in the fight.

[ HONEST ] - Jo can't do bullshit. It's what gets her in Mystic Falls; everyone sees to be lying through their teeth to each other. The fake smiles, the 'we all care about this town and each other'. The lies she hears at the bar makes her want to puke, especially those between the young couples. Yes, she might be a bit bitter, but Jo wouldn't want a boy, anyway, and that's what she feels most males are in the town.

[ LOYAL ] - she would literally die for her friends. Hell, she already has. Jo would never back down from a fight, especially when it comes to backing up her loved ones. She will be there for her friends, even if the situation looked hopeless, she would never be negative or doom-and-gloom, because she has to be there for her friends, damn it.

[ LONER ] - not really the social type, Jo never felt as though she fit in anywhere. She was the freak with the knife collection in college, she was never interested in the same things people her age were interested in, and don't get her started on the giggling and sheer shallowness of other girls her age. No, she was fine and happy with herself and her few close friends.

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HISTORY:

The last thing she remembers is dying.

There was that one last kiss, almost like a cliche fairytale ending (because of course she'd be getting that kiss from that person only right before she died). There was her mother, her best friend and at times the biggest pain in her back side, gently wrapping her arms around her and promising she would never leave.

There were tears, there were the sounds of barking outside the door, there was the waiting... Jo swore she would last long enough to face the hellhounds down; last long enough past her mother, because no parent should have to see their child die; last long enough to pull the trigger herself and kill those sons-of-bitches.

But she didn't. The darkness had snuck up on her: she was only going to close her eyes and maybe take a quick nap. Turned out to be a long nap and she didn't even get to see those suckers explode.

But they should have exploded, the hellhounds and that warehouse with her in it, so even if by some mircale, an Angel decided to save her - and let's face it, she was a tiny cog in team Free Will, no one would have bothered to resurrect her - there should have been no body for her to return to. The only way there could have been a loophole is if they failed in exploding that hardware shop, and Jo had a funny feeling she would have heard it from her mother who she was sure would be ranting and raving wherever they ended up after they died.

Unless, of course, her mother hadn't died, a miracle had taken place, etc etc, in which case Jo was sure it wouldn't have taken years for her to come back, alone and in the middle of some Hallmark town with absolutely no one she recognised.

Jo would get to the bottom of this--she had to find out if her mother was alive, if Sam and Dean won the apocalypse, and she had to figure out what the hell she was doing back here. She wasn't going to let some Miracle save her life, only to turn around later on and demand for her life in return. She'd seen that happen to Dean and she wasn't having any of it, thanks anyway.

At least she knew how to work at a bar, she wouldn't be completely hopeless. She'd scrape a bit of a life together first, and then she'd get back into the hunt.

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LIST OF LIKES:

• knives (for days), guns too, but mostly knives
• greasy food, bar food, fast food
  
• alcohol, particularly beer, whiskey, bourbon
• all aspects of hunting: planning for the hunt, the hunt itself
• loyalty, honesty
  
• her friends
• fast cars
• leather jackets
• hustling pool and people who think they're better than her because she's a blonde and a girl
  

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LIST OF DISLIKES:

• fakeness, giggling, makeup, girly things
• betrayal
• hunters or men in general thinking they can get into her pants with some pizza, a six pack, and side one of zeppelin iv
• people thinking that because she's a female hunter and blonde, they can make disparaging comments about her abilities
• dogs, canines in general
  
• angels for the most part, demons always
• being weak or vulnerable
• disorienting flashes of memories or deja vu that makes her think she's starting to remember where she was when she was dead
• not knowing, especially big things like why she's back
  

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