A Name unlike any other. One that would set the basis for his nickname, Jojo. Jonathan was many things. He was a Rich kid. A Martial Artist. An Explorer. A History Lover. A Party guy. But none of these things defined him better at the moment, than the simple word that has been tormenting him for the past 2 years and 3 months.
"Orphan."
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Jonathan was currently dressed in a pair of Black Track pants, with a pair of white wristbands, and some cloth wrapped around his feet. His hair was Jet Black and spiked, and sweat was drizzled all over his athletic, muscular figure.
He shut his eyes as tightly as he could, practicing some odd stances. His upper front teeth met his lower lip as stress accumulated. There was a Pain for the young Joestar, when he thought of his deceased father, George McFly Joestar. The Co-CEO of a large travel company known to the general public as 'Speedwagon,' which was run with none other than George's close friend, a fellow man, with the name Speedwagon, who had been a former Thief and Con-Man, Reformed By George. Jonathan never knew his mother, which only added to this pain. His father described the Late Mrs. Joestar as a beautiful woman who wanted nothing more than to meet her child, and do everything in her power to raise him up to be a Good man. That was now impossible.
Jonathan stared at the window he'd opened 3 minutes ago. The cool breeze still took little effect on the humid training room of this building. He grumbled, clenching his fists, and heading over to a large punching bag. He began to thoroughly thrash the training device with his Fists and Legs alike, releasing the anger he felt towards fate for his separation from his parents. Damn them all, he'd often say to himself. Damn them all.
Damn Them All Indeed.
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Jojo growled angrily as he began to attempt to lift some heavy weights. He began to put together his own exercise equipment seeing as regular ones slowly became effortlessly easy for him.
"By The Joestar Bloodline." He would think to himself every night. "I Will Change history, and make my Family in the Heavens, not just my parents, but every Joestar that has walked this Earth, proud of me. I'll help Uncle Speedwagon run....Speedwagon. And most of all, I'll put my newfound strength to use thanks to Uncle Rodolfo into tournaments, and all sorts of things. I'll become the strongest fighter around, and let my Fury be my lantern as I traverse the darkness that is Mankind!"
With one last mighty thrust, he forced the Super Weight off of himself, and into the ceiling, where a special device had caught it. Obviously Jojo had done this before. The young man grabbed a towel, and bottle of water, and headed for the living room to watch Television.
