Jesse Ramos was born on January 25th, 1967 to Javier Sr. and Rosa Ramos. He was born in Sonora, Mexico and lived there for the first five years of his life before the family immigrated to California. Their fourth child, Teresita, came six years after Jesse was born. She was the first and only sibling to be born in the U.S, since Rosa needed to get an emergency hysterectomy immediately after giving birth.
The family moved to Los Angeles, where Javi Sr. worked as a custodian at a local junior high school by night and line cook at a local restaurant by day, and Rosa as a nanny in the wealthier parts of town. To help make ends meet, a young Javi Jr. began to deal drugs for a local street gang. He refused to tell his parents where the money was coming from but, thinking he could trust his big brother, told Antonio. Antonio - probably the most conservative and uptight of the four siblings - was outraged and immediately told their parents. After Dad found out where the money had been coming from, Javi Jr. was kicked out of the house. Shortly after that, he was picked up on the street by the police and charged with possession with intent to sell. He spent a year in jail, and since that first arrest - there have been a couple more since - Jesse and his younger sister have been the only ones to consistently keep in contact with him, unbeknownst to the rest of the family.
Eventually, Javi Sr. and his brother-in-law found work up in Ashwick Valley at the local specialty chemicals factory. Deciding the pay was better, the job more secure, and the neighborhoods safer, the family picked up and re-relocated to Northern California. They moved without Javi Jr., who was only sixteen years old at the time.
Jesse started school in Ashwick Valley and found the transition to be pretty easy. Possessing a mostly agreeable personality, a solid work ethic, and a thirst for knowledge, he quickly excelled in most subjects. He was shaping up to be a too-smart-for-his-own-good bookworm like his older brother Antonio when he joined the soccer team the summer before he started high school.
He made varsity his freshman year, and by his sophomore year, as midfielder, he played a vital part in taking the team to the state championship. They didn't win, but he cites the accomplishment as the confidence boost he needed to get serious about the s port as a potential career path (which is parents were 0% on board with), or at least a means to put himself through college.
After he graduated high school, he mostly dicked around waiting tables at Antonio's Bistro to pay for his tuition at community college, since he still lived rent-free at his parent's house. It wasn't long before his long-term girlfriend, Janet, got pregnant. Without many real job prospects an no college degree, Jesse dropped out of college, enlisted in the U.S. Army and was stationed in West Berlin, Germany for two years. All without a second thought. Call him aimless or uninspired, but he was never the type of person to shirk his responsibilities.
After returning, he married Janet, as promised, and moved in a one bedroom apartment with her and their baby boy, Arturo. He got a job with Ashwick Valley Public Works and used his GI Bill to take night classes at the community college, where he studied criminal justice. After getting his associate's degree there, he enrolled in the police academy, and joined the police force in 1991.
In that time, Jesse and Janet's first girl, Janelle, was born. The family of four lived in their insanely small Ashwick Plaines apartment for just a couple months before they realized that upgrading to a larger apartment might be a good investment. Janet had steady work at a local woman's shelter and Jesse was looking at a promising career with the AVPD so long as he kept his head straight, so they sprung for a three bedroom apartment in Cloverbrook Point. In 1997, they had another daughter, who they called Celeste, after Janet's mother.
Not even a full week after Celeste was born, Jesse got caught up in a fight with a fleeing suspect. He personally doesn't remember much about it, but he was told that he got knocked out and, as he fell, hit his head on the suspect's knee. His head hit hard enough to literally chip the bone of the other guy's knee cap, and he ended up in a coma for almost two days. He woke up with the worst headache of all time and almost immediately suffered a seizure. For several years after the incident he would experience these recurrent seizures, often without any obvious trigger. With the help of anti-epileptic drugs he hasn't had a seizure in close to a decade, and he knows he's probably in the clear by now, but sometimes he can't help but worry.
Despite several months in recovery and the post-traumatic epilepsy brought on by his brain injury, Jesse has held a variety of positions and commanded several units, including narcotics and anti-gang units. He easily rose through the ranks of the department and became Deputy Commissioner of Operations in 2005. In that same year he started online school - San Francisco State University's School of Criminal Justice - and completed his bachelor's degree in the fall of 2008, graduating the same day his daughter Janelle graduated high school.
In December of 2012, Janet was killed in a car accident caused by someone who was texting and driving, hit black ice, and hit Janet's car head on. She was killed on impact; the driver - a little pain in the ass named Damon Beckett - survived, and was charged with motor vehicle homicide and sentenced to fifteen years in prison, though he was released on a minor technicality after serving just a small fraction of the sentence. Naturally Jesse wasn't very pleased with this news - Janet was the love of his life for almost three whole decades and he was absolutely destroyed by her sudden death - and ever since he's been exercising every ounce of will power inside his body not to march over to the guy's house and murder him in his sleep. Lately he's been slipping up, though; he actually went after Damon in this year's annual Fire Department vs Police Department charity basketball game, but that drew enough attention to the problem to where he's sort of dialing it back, laying low, and taking his anger out on the people he loves instead (sorry Art). The last thing he wants to do is lose his career and everything he's worked for over that piece of shit, so he's honestly truly trying to get a handle on the problem.
In the spring of 2014 he was appointed by mayor Austin Hackett to take over the Ashwick Valley Police Department, shortly after his election earlier in the year. He was nervous about the promotion at first, and was unsure of whether he was the right man for the job, but has since enjoyed being in charge. It's a thankless job and people tend to blame him for everything that goes wrong in the city, but he has always done well under pressure and finds it extra rewarding when something does go right. The fact that other people (AKA Rick Gotti) are gunning for his job only makes him work harder, though it's admittedly difficult to do a good job when everybody makes characters who want to go on killing sprees and traffic tons of drugs right out in the open without facing literally any consequences.
I feel like I can't end this app without someone pointing out that he's sort of been seeing Katherine Carrington, so let me just add that he's been seeing Katherine Carrington. He met her when a call was made to the police about a party at the college that got out of control, and they've been "talking" ever since. He sort of fell off the face of the Earth for a while when he was going through his shit with Damon, but they recently met up again and totally boned and now he can't disappear again without being an asshole so he's officially in it. He's taking it slow because he's still hung up about his wife and the way she died, but he really does care for her and he's open to taking things to a more serious level in the future.