Joseph (Joe) Curtis | Aquarius Chosen One

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✧ Friendly

✧ Inventive

✧ Humanitarian

✧ Loyal

Negatives (At Least 3):

✦ Stubborn

✦ Perverse

✦ Unpredictable



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Parents: Frank and Dorothy Curtis (Both Deceased)

Siblings: Ralph Curtis (deceased) , Mildred Curtis

Other Family: Jimmy Curtis (Cousin), Vernon Curtis (Cousin), Raymond Curtis (Uncle) (All Deceased)

Important Others: N/A

History: Joseph Martin Curtis was born on February 3rd, 1935 to his parents Frank and Dorothy Curtis. He was their second son and their family resided in a small town in Louisiana. His mother was a hard working lady which wasn't normal at the time. She worked at a clothing factory and spent most of her days at work. His father, who was an alcoholic, used to beat him and his brother Ralph over just about anything.. he didn't have to have a reason. If something went wrong, it was always Ralph's fault in his father's eyes. Although he too would get beaten when he would interfere, that didn't stop him. He would always try to help his brother and was extremely protective over his younger sister Mildred, although she wasn't ever beaten.

He made a promise to himself that he wouldn't ever turn out like his father, in fact, he wanted to be the complete opposite just to spite him. Joseph actually wanted to do something with his life, unlike his father. In school, he usually wouldn't talk unless spoken to. He never really had much to say, so when he did speak, people made sure to listen to him. He spent most of his free time going hunting and out on the bayou with his older brother and cousins, Jimmy and Vernon. Joseph's uncle Raymond was his father's brother, but wasn't anything like him. Raymond felt horrible for his nephews and would spend as much time with them as he could, and he was more of a father figure to them than their own father.

Joseph finished high school and proceeded to make a living by doing miscellaneous jobs around his town. He worked on cars, on houses and building of all kinds, do yard work, etc. Basically, if someone needed a job to be done, they would call on Joseph because he was trustworthy and always did his best. He didn't want to be tied down to just one job because he liked doing a lot of different things. He saved up enough money that eventually, he was able to buy himself his first motorcycle. It was the best, but it was his, and he treated his bike as if it were his child. He loved going on rides by himself to just reflect on his life and get a much needed break away from reality.

He had a few relationship with women, but he never wanted to settle, so they never lasted. He didn't want to be tied down, but that didn't mean he didn't care about them. He had a few dogs that he loved with all his heart. They were the one thing he wasn't afraid to show affection to. They were family to Joseph, not just pets.

One night, he was heading home from a festival that was full of fellow hippies. He was walking out to his car whenever he saw a woman and her boyfriend being attacked. He ran up to help, assuming it was just some mugger, but as he got closer, he noticed it didn't look like an ordinary human. He didn't know it at the time, but what was attacking those people was a Wendigo. When he knew there wasn't anything else he could do, he fled, because now it was coming after him. He managed to escape from it, but he couldn't figure out what that thing was.

He spent quite a bit of time researching the characteristics of what he saw and discovered that it was a supernatural creature called a Wendigo. The more research he did, the more he got curious and furious both. To him, those people were innocent and didn't deserve their death, and he wanted to have the abilities and knowledge to help if he were to ever come across something like that again. In fact, he wanted to hunt that thing down and kill it for those people and for himself.

Years passed and much more research and practice was done. Joseph, now going by Joe, was hunting creatures on a regular basis, traveling around the Southern states doing what he could do to protect. He purchased several guns and weapons, but his absolute favorite weapon to use is his crossbow because it's fairly clean and quiet. He didn't want to attract that attention of innocent citizens because he didn't want to scare them, because odd were they would end up doing something stupid and ruin his hunt, and could easily end their lives just by ignorance alone.









Alias: Hannah

How did you find us?: I RP here.

Experience: A lot.

Other Characters: @emmaaa @gabriella @graysonharris Ben Braeden @brandonbell @juliet @julie

RP Sample: *Ben walks in to the wood shop beside his house and begins to sand down his newly built table and then his phone rings. he answers his phone when he sees it's his uncle Grant* Hey, what's up? *he asks holding the phone up against his ear with his shoulder, continuing to sand the table*

Uncle Grant- Drop what you're doing and get over here right now. *his voice sounds sounds stern and slightly frantic*

*he puts down the sandpaper and grabs the keys to his truck* What's going on? *he asks as he turns the lights off in his shop and shuts the door, walking to his truck*

Uncle Grant- Freddie ran off. We were hunting a demon and he ran after him, and now I can't find him. *he has an annoyed tone to his voice, and is slightly out of breath*

*Ben groans annoyed* He knows better than to go after a demon by himself! *he climbs in his pickup truck and slams the door shut and starts it up* I'm on my way, where are you?

Uncle Grant- I'm in the woods near the Watson's old farm. Near that one giant tree with nothing around it.

*Ben nods to himself* Ok, yeah, I remember. I'm on my way, stay there and call me if anything else happens. *he pulls out of the driveway, flinging gravel as he flies onto the road* Damn it, Freddie. *he says to himself, while he speeds all the way to the woods where his uncle told him he was* *he pulls off on the side of the road and turns off his truck,grabs his gun and starts running through the woods and to the giant tree where he sees his Uncle Grant standing there, gun in hand*

Uncle Grant- It's about time you got here, I was about to just keep on looking for him myself. *he starts trotting off in, motioning for Ben to follow*

*He follows Grant and they go through the woods, as they have done several times before* Where do you think he could've went?

Uncle Grant- Well, boy, if I would've known, I wouldn't have called you, now would I?

*Ben stays quiet and keeps looking, whenever he sees a shadow, he stops and grabs his gun*

Uncle Grant- *he stops whenever Ben stops, looking over at him and then to where the shadow is* There's that stupid bastard. *he says annoyed then walks towards him* What the hell were you thinking? *he yells at Freddie*

*Ben stays quiet, but follows Grant over to where Freddie is*

Uncle Freddie- *he looks over to see Ben and Grant walking towards him* I almost had him. *he wipes the sweat off of his face and sighs, the look of disappointment on his face*




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