RAMONE, Thea Jayne

[Thea Jayne Ramone]

THEA JAYNE RAMONE

FULL NAME: Thea Jayne Ramone.
NICKNAMES: Sherlock.
AGE: Twenty two
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Student.
GRADE: Freshman.
MAJOR: Behavioural Psychology.
JOB OCCUPATION: Bar staff at Font Bar.

HAIR: Shoulder length blonde hair with a slight wave to it. She almost always has it up and under a hat, out of her face but when she's going out, she likes to try different styles.
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None worth mentioning.
TATTOOS: A silhouette of Tinker Bell on her shoulder blade surrounded by little "sparkles" of green and yellow. Her mom got a similar one of Tiger Lily while her brother got Peter Pan and their father claimed Captain Hook! The entire idea started as a joke and just sort of happened.
PIERCINGS: Just her ears twice.
PLAY-BY: Rose McIver!

LIKES: Regular fist bumps, plain green tea, specialty coffees, intelligent men, charmers, stuffed animals, elephants, wild flowers, Christmas lights, Subs, exotic critters, brownstone townhouses, most music genres, authentic restaurants, DIY projects, crocheting, hard liquor, self defense, boys with tattoos, confidence, Instagram, her drum kit, the instrument collection she dragged from New Zealand and all the recording equipment she owns (her favourite being the custom emerald green electric guitar she’d gotten for her sixteen birthday with an amp to match), long boarding, rings, necklaces, hats
DISLIKES: Fist bumps with "Fireworks", black and green olives, Tzatziki sauce, black coffee, oatmeal cookies, mixed nuts, beer, fountain pop, blown street lights, reggae music, tea with sugar, flood lights, slow drivers, her brother pulling pranks, getting up and going (She needs time to wake up), Being told what to do and when to do it, snakes (her brother’s fault)
FEARS: Getting mugged again, driving down back country roads at night, snakes
SECRETS: Thea was jumped back in Greymouth when she was fifteen and on her very first date. The guy who jumped the couple was caught but not before her date was stabbed trying to protect her. She screamed and fought back as well, gave the guy a nasty scratch across his cheek. Her claw marks got the guy arrested and though her date was okay after a trip to the hospital's emergency room, they didn't get a second date.
PERSONALITY: Thea isn't the goody-two shoes she first appears to be. This girl is tough, way tougher than she looks. She's a stubborn soul, who would rather finish a fight than start one, though her dry wit has started a few before. A incident when she was fifteen turned her into a fighter, though before that she'd been a sweet, down to Earth girl with a bright future ahead of her and the type that wouldn't hurt a fly. She had always been observant, keeping an eye on everything around her. It brought along the nickname she'd gotten when she was younger from her friends and it just sort of stuck; Sherlock. The girl never missed a beat. Thea can be quite the comical one, though she doesn't mean to; she just happens to be such a klutz that she trips over nothing at all and then people laugh. She hates that with a passion and has the temper to match that hate. If there's one thing she could tell people right off the bat, it's to not laugh at her unless she's laughing, too. She embarrasses easily when she's done something stupid and doesn't want to be called out on it. She went so far as to stop talking to a friend for nearly a month because she laughed. In retrospect it had been hilarious but at the time, Thea had been mortified. Even before the move, Thea had been a party girl. She was hardly shy but she'd never been the type to hop up on the table and dance and cheer. And though she's still not that girl, and probably wouldn't ever be, she's trying to embrace life a little more openly than before. She may not first appear to be what she seems but her favourite line has always been “Don’t judge a book by its cover” and she lives up to that wholeheartedly! She’s a musician with a wild child soul, she loves a man with tattoos, the confidence it takes to wear your art of your sleeve. She may not look like she’s a musician with only a single tattoo but give her an instrument and you’ll see a completely different side of this innocent looking rocker.

MOTHER: Tessa Ramone & 49.
FATHER: Hank Ramone & 53.
SIBLINGS: Henry Ramone & 25.
Kitty Ramone & 20
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Artemis & Apollo, Husky Pups!
HOMETOWN: Greymouth, New Zealand.
HISTORY: There were no fireworks for Tessa and Hank Ramone. There were sparks, but there was nothing that made things seem like they were fated to be. They met while Tessa was nineteen and doing some volunteer hours for a local music festival in Greymouth, New Zealand. Hank was twenty three and already a supervisor over the festival. He had many jobs, already at his young age, but he main job was booking the gigs for the show. It was a weeklong festival with a dozen or more stages all over a massive beach and park. There were shows going on all over the place, beach volleyball games going on and so many things. They had food trucks from all over going to the event. And Tessa wanted to be a part of it. She was in University, studying to be a music producer and thought doing work with the festival would be a good idea to get her feet wet. She was tasked with being Hank's assistant, making all the calls he couldn't, double checking things over and sitting in on sound checks and house calls to make sure the sound was what they were looking for. Of course, the festival never turned any genre away but they did need to figure out what stage to place them on to get them the best audience.

Hank was nice and friendly, showed Tessa the ropes. There were plenty of late nights, long days and eventually what started out as a friendship turned into a relationship. It took a year for them to get from their first meeting to their first kiss; and from there every first just sort of fell into place. Things were great from then. Tessa made friends with some of the bands she worked with; a few even let her jump on the production train before she'd even finished school. But she'd been gifted; being a music producer was what she'd been made for. A week before Tessa's twenty third birthday, Hank put together a surprise party for her at the end of the first night of the festival. It was there that he also proposed to Tessa, who happily said yes. They were married fairly quickly, Tessa only needing enough time for everything to be prepared. She was quite handy with a sewing machine and made a tea length dress, reminiscent of the seventies with a cute halter strap and instead of a veil, she wore a small mesh piece over a pillbox hat while her pale blonde hair was set in pinwheel curls. The pair quickly became the faces of the festival. Everyone went to one of them if they were having problems of any kind and Tessa also worked with plenty of their artists on their albums, producing and mixing and getting her hands in everything she could.

Two months after her twenty-fourth birthday, she gave birth to their first child and son they named Henry, after Hank's grandfather. Two years later, a baby girl was added to their small family, Thea Ramone; and three years from that their final addition, Kitty. Thea was a precocious child, always had her hands in everything. She, like her brother before her, was playing the guitar before she was old enough to hold it on her own. She learned the basics of the drums before she was double digits. Their house was filled to the roof with all sorts of instruments and recording equipment. It was hard not to fall in love with music. Over the years she developed her own tastes and found she quite enjoyed most genres but realised there were kinds she couldn't get invested in. Rap music was one, though she admitted to having her favourites and Reggae was another. Her parents chuckled at her being ten years old and already having such an opinion but it was hers and they respected that about their curious little girl.

The siblings grew up around music, around the festival, around all the bands and a couple bands were close enough to the family they were aunts and uncles to the kids. When they were old enough, they sat in on jam sessions, production sessions and even got to join in when the instruments were out. Thea was good, quite possibly too good for her age and a few of her aunts and uncles invited her up on stage to perform with them. For the longest time, this was where Thea thought her life would lead. To music, to everything about music. She was a prodigy with a guitar, she was a skilled drummer and she could play the piano quite well, too. Give her an instrument; she could usually play it within a month well enough to have people thinking she'd been practicing for years.

It wasn’t until she was about sixteen that she really figured out there was more to life than music; not much but a little. She loved music, it would always be a huge part of her life but she wanted something else in her life. And after taking a filler course in high school she found psychology to be an interesting path. It was absolutely not what she wanted from her life but the entire idea intrigued her. So at seventeen when she was supposed to go off to school, to get away from her family and feel what freedom felt like, she stuck to a local school, studying music because it was all she wanted. But she quickly realised there wasn’t anything in the classroom that she hadn’t learned before she was double digits and after talking it over with her parents, left school to help out with the festival full time. She’d been helping out quite a bit and travelling to find new and not local talent. This was how she’d travelled to Europe, to Canada and to the United States with her brother, searching out to broaden their festival’s horizons and give the people of Greymouth a taste of something new. She went to New York with her father once, to check out some local bands and while they were there, they found themselves on the NYU campus. Thea fell for the charm of the old school instantly and met up with a Scottish girl waiting on her friend. While her father went to grab them coffees from a cart, Thea and this girl Allela, got to talking and it was shortly after going back home that Thea decided she wanted to go back, attend school there and maybe even join up with Allela’s band, if she let her that was. So she made some calls to the people they did know in the city, one of whom found Thea a nice fair sized apartment in a secure building with guards and fancy doormen. She registered for school and packed up with the promise that she would call daily, no matter the time, her parents would wake up to talk to her and after a long, heartfelt goodbye, Thea boarded a plane with a couple of the bands that were hopping on the Warped! Tour bandwagon and the rest was history.

She wasn’t going to take music again, she knew all she could possibly get from school for that, hell, she could have probably taught the classes but she wasn’t about to go running her mouth. The only reason she got along well was because she never thought she was the smartest one in the room; there was always something to learn. Psychology still intrigued her though, so she took up classes in that, specialising after her first year in behavioural psychology. And after an audition, Allela and her best friend, the one she’d been waiting for all those months before welcomed her into the band, where she’d felt like she’d been surrounded by family ever since.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali!
RULE WORDS: Kimmehhas'em!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Under a rock in the garden.
SAMPLE:

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[Cali]