♛ DAMSEL IN DISTRESS ♛

Hiya guys! My name’s Bianca, I’m 22 and I shall be portraying Thea. Below are some facts about my nuthead, it’s not much but it’s all I have for now and should cover the basics

Thea’s parents disappeared when she was very young, around two years old and passed full custody to her only uncle. So despite being from Chicago, Thea was raised by her uncle in Sicily

I wouldn’t say that her upbringing had been tough-- her uncle was a good man who took care of her and had shown her all the love in the world. It would be more something along the lines of getting involved with the wrong crowds which later, ended up with Thea working for the mafia. At some point this little bird realized that she was in the wrong and tried escaping to the States. Needless to say, her fellow gang members were not exactly thrilled about Thea’s getaway and put a price on her head. 

Once she’d gotten back into the US, she’s changed her identity to Thea Ross and cut ties with everyone she once knew, including her uncle. Nobody knows that her real name is actually Linda Clements.

Staying alive had become Thea’s priority and she knew damn well that it was only a matter of time before someone from her past would track her down. With this in mind, she started looking for a safe place to be and that’s how she found out about Echo.

“They’ve been saving up for a while, the whole ceremony itself was incredibly extravagant” Upstaged by Esme, at least in her opinion. She casts her gaze back at the other woman, slightly taken aback by her comment, her whole life Alice had either lived surrounded by witches or in Echo where she could be free with her natural self. It was odd for her whenever someone didn’t find it natural. “I am, if you ever need some health potions I sell them here in the shop. All natural.”

“Sounds really fancy, hope they’re enjoying it.” she chuckled at the look of surprise on the other’s face “ I meant no ill. I haven’t been here long and I’ve kind of kept it on the down low so I haven’t met many of your kind. Truth be told, you’re the first witch I actually came across. Heard about your kind-- good and bad. Mostly good though.”

“Unfortunately, I think it boils down to the fact people like shiny things, and oil makes you… well, shiny,” Catalina finished lamely. “I mean, how often does oil wrestling come into your perception anyway?” she mused. 

“Yeah, well that would make sense if they were, I don’t know, diamonds or a brand new car--- human bodies dipped in oil, though? Not the best of looks.” Thea shrugged “More often than you would think. Stuff like this is all over the sports channels.”

“They’re off backpacking through Africa, for a month I think. Not exactly what I imagine Amelia had in mind but it’s sounds pretty cool.” Alice dusts herself off from soil and ceramic bits, watching as her new helper swept up the bits. “I did but I stubbornly thought I’d handle it alone, and if in dire need I could ask my brand or his friend to lend a hand. I guess I should have done that today.” With a flick of her wrist the pot begins to slowly piece itself back together before the tree plants itself back inside just as it had been beforehand.

“Africa? Sounds pretty adventurous. Wish I could afford something like that one day-- though, I’d probably take off to Vietnam instead.” Thea murmured, watching as the pot practically glued itself back together. “That was cool-- ignore the stupidity of the question, but are you a witch or something?”

“Whatever gets their little peckers up and ready to go, right?”  Even as she laughed, she pulled free the package of her cigarettes and handed it straight to Thea.  “Pretty sure that’s why they like jell-o too. Covers and is slippery and they’re hoping for a nip slip.”

The brunette could not help the laugh that fell from her lips. “Thanks.” she murmured, taking the cigarette and lighting it up “That’s just downright gross. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever get it-- mud fighting makes more sense and I never thought I’d hear myself say that. At least it doesn’t make you look like a total flop.”

“WEREWOLVES CAN’T. Same with vampires. Not for consumption purposes at least. The bank can still use their donations for scientific purposes but we are, first and foremost, a collection agency for medical or consumption purposes.” A good bit of her own blood was frozen somewhere downstairs. Not to be swallowed by one of her ilk of course, but to study and experiment on. She was a strong advocate for that. “Reception. They have a small bit of paperwork for you.”

“So that leaves the witches and what else there is still in the game?” Thea knew about the supernatural but not all species were known to her-- truth be told, she knew very little about all of them, except the basics. “What scientific purposes, if you don’t mind me asking? Or is it like top secret?” she asked, curiosity laced within her words. “Alright, then. Paperwork, here I come.”

A hand splayed over her chest, playfully, and she gasped. Wide, dark eyes looked at the woman.  “They’re amazing, yes. A movie franchise going for the last forty years, spawned dozens of books, inspired hundreds of other movies and books.. Yeah. They’re good.”

“Oh, don’t look so shocked.” the brunette chuckled. “So what are they about? Besides the force being with you or something like that-- honestly, it’s the only thing that stuck with me. Oh, and the Chewbacca thing-- that’s in the movies right?”

“THERE’S A bit of paperwork if it’s your first time donating through our services. We like to keep a record of all of our donors. You also get paid.” One brow rose at the more cut-the-chatter attitude the woman seemed to have, though Ana wasn’t bothered by it. She motioned for the hallway and began moving through it. “Are you human?”

Thea gave a short nod “Alrighty, where do I sign up?” she questioned casually, not really bothering to ask for more details. “Still was, last time I checked. Can other species donate?”

“Why the fuck are we talking about oil wrestling..?”  A perplexed look came across her features, at the idea alone, but she figured she would just jump in head first with a touch of her cigarette to her lips. The stick dangled against her mouth for a moment, as she considered.  “It’s a glistening thing.. Something about bullshit and curves.”

“Because it’s ridiculous, and ridiculous things are often talked about.” Thea grinned, her shoulders rolling into a casual shrug. “Can I have a smoke, if you don’t mind? Well, frankly, I’ve seen more bullshit than curves during any of those fights. Like slippery, greasy, gross as hell bullshit.”

“BUT THE point still stands that you come to a bar to drink. Do whatever else you want while you do it, but to drink.” Bishop nodded as he accomplished his task. It only took a moment or two for two fingers worth of bourbon to appear before the woman. “Most people come to a bar to drink and get laid simultaneously. They still do it to drink.”

“Never questioned the fact that people come to a bar to drink. Ask me, it’s kind of self-explanatory. But then again, I’m a bit of a multitasker.” Thea mused before grabbing the glass off the counter and downing it quickly “Can you make that another one?”

She offers a grateful smile to the helpful hand, aware it would also show her tire. “I have a guy that normally does all this, except he’s on his honeymoon so I’m covering while he’s away. Proving to be a fairly expensive mistake, it’ll drain my magic to repair it.”