[hider=Ezra Vanburen][CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/Aj0PAHt.png[/img] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeUlOflqE-M[/youtube] [/CENTER] [i]"Whatever you do, make it right."[/i] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312111164/7a8c17e9598340af07b42a025f255e40.jpeg[/img] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [color=darkgray][sub]Ezra James Vanburen He/Him [b]|[/b] 38[b]|[/b] British American [b]|[/b] 5’11” [b]|[/b] 175 lbs [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Shrewd [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Skills & Talents[/sub][/color] [i]"Everything you do is a reflection of yourself."[/i] [sup]___________________________________[/sup][/center][hider=] [sub][color=darkgray][b][Serious Business] ⫻[/b][/color] With an MBA from an Ivy League school and several years of managing private companies for James, Ezra has the knowledge and experience needed to successfully run a business. Time management, project planning, leadership, and organization skills all fall under the umbrella of Big Business, so while he might not be taking them to market he can still help keep the Vanburens from going into the red. [b][color=darkgray][Networking] ⫻[/color][/b] Ezra is owed favors by many of the small businesses in Araminta and has friends in high places from his time at university. He’s relentless when it comes to getting things from people he knows or finding people for things he needs. [b][color=darkgray][Meticulous] ⫻[/color][/b] Ezra has a sharp eye and is extremely organized. He quickly notices subtle differences and tiny faults. It’s rare for him to be caught off-guard, be unprepared, or appear untidy. [b][color=darkgray][Puzzling Behavior] ⫻[/color][/b] The man has an obsession with puzzles and has the patience and discipline to finish them. He tends to always have a crossword puzzle to pull out every moment there is a hint of downtime, but jigsaws are his favorite. Just about every Vanburen has received one of his finished puzzles as a gift at least once. [/sub][/hider] [/cell][cell][color=darkgray][sub][b] Appearance[/b][/sub][/color] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"I used to lie and tell people I was adopted when they said I looked like dad. Always got an interesting reaction."[/i] [indent]Ezra almost always seems as if he has just awoken from a deep meditation where he achieved inner peace. His calmness is infectious and spread by his dulcet voice and his effortlessly relaxed posture. He’s the kind of person that is impossible to picture running after someone, or dropping something they are carrying, or ever doing that awkward thing where they try to avoid walking into someone only for both of them to juke the same way three or four times. To others, it seems like there isn’t a graceless bone in Ezra’s body. It’s just the most annoying thing ever. His light brown, medium-length hair is well-maintained and styled in a “messy” look that takes an enormous amount of time to achieve. Ezra’s beard is neat and trimmed short with hints of greying nearing his sideburns. His light skin is immaculate and soft to the touch, the signs of someone who properly hydrates and actually pays attention to the recommendation of using sunscreen even on cloudy days. His hooded eyes are big and brown, and when he smiles the skin at the corners wrinkles ever the slightest. Perhaps uncoincidentally, Ezra’s full smile is a bit of a rare sight. Instead he trends towards tight-lipped smirks accompanied by bashful head tilts when pleased and an unblinking, withering stare when unamused. Ezra is of an average height with a decent trim build that is only maintained by a healthy diet, the occasional walk, and the rare trip to a gym that generally starts and does not progress beyond the steam room. Due to his rather lax and posh lifestyle, he is almost cartoonishly weak—or perhaps he plays it up out of sheer laziness, often sending others to fetch things for him just so he can continue to lounge on the chaise. His wardrobe is simple but fits well and is of high quality, with a tendency towards cashmere sweaters. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table][color=darkgray][sub][b] Psychology[/b][/sub][/color] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"I can control myself and nothing else."[/i] [INDENT][color=darkgray][b]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/b][/color] Really, the man just needs a break. Ezra is looking to escape the current responsibility he has as the business head of the family, but he has stated many times over that he won’t relinquish control until he is certain that stepping down won’t hinder the future of Araminta or the Vanburens. [color=darkgray][b]PHILOSOPHY ⫻[/b][/color] Ezra views the world through a scope of negativity that sets his expectations low, because he knows that high hopes only makes the fall hurt so much worse. However, he is not strictly a pessimist, or at least he doesn’t consider himself one. He’s a realist, and reality can be a pain in the ass. His views fall in line heavily with Stoicism, believing that the bad in life is unavoidable, natural, and yet wholly possible to survive through. Therefore, he shouldn’t even worry about the terrible things. Instead, Ezra tries his hardest to only worry about the things he can control—namely, his own actions and feelings—and strives to be a virtuous, just person who always does the right thing. In other words, he wants to be perfect. Sometimes, it’s a maddening task. [color=darkgray][b]SEXUALITY ⫻[/b][/color] If it ever was questioned or brought up, Ezra would likely shrug and say that he was straight. If Ezra was to consider his sexuality with more than just a shrug he would identify more as a demisexual than a heterosexual. [color=darkgray][b]FEARS ⫻[/b][/color] In theory, Ezra believes that he has nothing to fear. It’s the creation of an overactive imagination, a negative emotion heightened by the desire for a different outcome. Things happen, and that’s all they ever do. He has a sense of indestructibility. In actuality, he is terrified of being hypocritical. He strives to be a good person that isn’t controlled by his emotions, but he questions his own authenticity all of the time. It’s a fear that feeds upon itself. The more he worries about being a hypocrite, the more of a hypocrite he sees himself to be. [color=darkgray][b]REPUTATION ⫻[/b][/color] Reliable but severe. Ezra served as a business consultant and occasional manager for the many mom and pop stores James acquired. James Vanburen might’ve been Magnanimous, but he didn’t want his investments to be money pits. If a business was in a bad enough spot that it needed a bailout to survive, then something needed to be changed about its management and focus—and Ezra was the one who helped execute the change. Although he was often a boon for the businesses, his strict no-nonsense professionalism could be grating. Generally too busy to ever even be present, Ezra was often quiet and reserved around the Vanburens when it came to large family gatherings. Many thought he bore some kind of grudge towards his half-siblings, but he has proven that impression wrong many times throughout the years. Almost every Vanburen can recall at least one time that Ezra has gone out of his way to help them. Be it as simple as offering a shoulder to cry on to privately posting bail so that their father doesn’t have to hear about them drinking and driving, Ezra has proven himself time and time again to the guardian angel for the Vanburen children. Yet despite his benevolence, nearly none of them can say for certain if he truly cares about them or if he is just begrudgingly following some kind of brotherly obligation. [color=darkgray][b]THOUGHTS ABOUT FATHER ⫻[/b][/color] Ezra will give him this: James was a decent businessman and a kindhearted, charitable individual. Unfortunately, those things do not make him a good person nor a good father. If anything, they only serve to highlight how their dad was kind of a huge piece of shit. In the last couple of years it was obvious to anyone that there was bad blood growing between Ezra and James, but neither of them ever spoke about what it was over. However, despite their growing animosity, Ezra is seemingly incapable of openly saying a bad thing about his father. There’s still a deeply seated respect, admiration, jealousy, and fear rooted in Ezra for the man. He doubts he’d ever manage to shake it, no matter how hard he tries to remove the man’s influence from his life. [color=darkgray][b]FLAWS ⫻[/b][/color] Ezra is jackknifing off of the highest diving board straight down into the empty pool of a massive burnout. Between work, family, a goddamn curse, and his own perfectionist idealism, he is spread to his absolute limits. He sees himself as too much of a protector of the other Vanburen children to share his burden with them, but unfortunately it has gotten to the point where his stress and exhaustion has worn him down to a near breaking point. He forgets things regularly, even seeming to blank out on people he’s known for years, and easily gets frustrated. While he doesn’t get visibly angry or openly snap at others, the silent treatments he implores when he has reached his limits with someone or something have become nearly legendary. It’s amusing when it’s used against the paparazzi, but downright terrifying when turned on the family. [/INDENT] [sub][color=darkgray][b] Backstory[/b][/color][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"I’m not just going to be the epilogue to his biography."[/i] [indent]The rivalry between the Harrisburgs and the Vanburens was already burning between the two, but Ezra was the can of gasoline that turned the flame into a raging bonfire. Ezra was the product of a secret affair between James and Slyvia, the aunt of Richard Harrisburg and sister to his father. The two, against the wishes of the Harrisburgs, got hitched not so long after Slyvia started to show, and for a spell the couple seemed happy. At least, they were until James’ business ventures began bleeding her family dry and his eyes started to wander towards other women. By the time the divorce came Slyvia could barely even look at her son, only ever referring to him as “the mistake” while looking straight through him. She went back to the Harrisburgs; James was stuck with the mistake. James ended up sending his son to a prestigious boarding school, both to prep his son for one day taking over the family business and to ensure that he wasn’t left alone at home for months at a time to be raised by the staff. Ezra may have hated school, but he was a bright kid and an even better student. However, it didn’t take too long for the kid to realize that he was practically being cultivated by James. That occurred when Ezra told his dad he was going to join the basketball team. Sports were trivial, said his old man, you’re joining the debate team. So he did. It became the song and dance for the rest of Ezra’s life. When deciding on a major for college Ezra expressed an interest in studying art. While art was seen as a nice hobby, it wasn’t a respectable profession according to James—his boy would go for business. So he did. Ezra attended Wharton, where he studied and drank and dated and did the usual college shit while on the path towards getting his MBA. When Ezra graduated, he planned to move to New York with his girlfriend Autumn against the wishes of James, who wanted him back in Araminta to work for him. The goal was to establish a base, make some money, and open up an art gallery on the side. However, for the six months he lived there Ezra was unable to find a job, despite his connections, his legacy, and his degree. Eventually, he was forced to take his father’s offer to come work for him as his business manager, overseeing the various mom and pop stores he owned around Araminta. Autumn joined him in Araminta and the two were married in a small ceremony that Ezra’s mother did not attend. However, Ezra soon found himself practically married to working for James, trying to work miracles on the charity cases he took in to turn them around into actual functioning businesses. There were a few failures here and there, but for a vast majority of them the acquisition turned into a brilliant success. While Ezra didn’t necessarily enjoy his work, he was good at it and there was something rewarding to helping the little guys out...even if the little guys ended up kicking them some cutback after. Of the “independent” boutiques operating downtown, nearly a third of them have had Ezra meddle in their business affairs at some point. However, bad blood began to form between father and son. Normally, his time spent in Araminta was so short Ezra barely had a chance to even speak to his siblings, let alone actually get to know them. By being back in Araminta for good, Ezra was able to see how James pandered and bent over backwards for his other children; meanwhile, he’d hammered his oldest into a James-shaped mold. It planted a bad seed in the depths of Ezra’s mind that blossomed into the idea that, like his mother, his father also viewed him as a mistake, one that he was retroactively trying to fix by turning him into little more than a carbon copy. The worst part was that he succeeded—which only occurred when Autumn cited him turning into a James Jr. for being one of the reasons why she was leaving. They were divorced before Thanksgiving. When James passed away on Christmas Day, Ezra almost looked relieved—or he did until he was assigned the executor of James’ will and left in control of all of James' businesses. In horror, Ezra realized that by dying and leaving him in charge James had trapped him: Ezra would always be working for his father, indefinitely, until he himself croaked. He would become the new magnanimous man, but it would be James, not Ezra, that people saw when they asked for a bail out. Ezra was just the hand that fed them, puppeted by James’ ghost from the afterlife. Screw that. To escape Ezra began setting to work to dismantle his father’s empire, but he had to find the proper balance to not destroy the businesses or the lives of others in the process. It has been slow going, but he has started to turn full independence back to some of the stores and pass responsibility down on to people he can trust. Ezra imagined that in a handful of years he’d be able to leave Araminta in the hands of someone else and to start living his life for once. Maybe he’d even try and get Autumn back. Turning into stone kind of threw a wrench in that plan. Ezra was hit by a wave of despair. He went to his father’s office to search for any sort of clues as to what was happening to his family. When he searched through his father’s desk he found an old childhood puzzle of his, one of those annoying metal ones where they’re locked together and you have to somehow untangle them. In a flash of youthful impatience and ingenuity he’d gone to the shed, grabbed some bolt cutters, and cut the puzzle in two instead of banging his head against the solution. Seeing it now made him laugh, in part because he was surprised James would save such a thing but also because of his own reaction to the curse. It was stupid to waste time moping. Every problem had a solution. They just weren’t always obvious. As he touched the broken puzzle, he flashed to a memory that wasn’t his own. He was still in his father’s office but it looked different, as if a fog had encroached through the window and filled up the edges of his periphery. He saw hands reassembling an antique rifle, aligning the sights and sliding back in the bolt. He watched as they affixed a bayonet to the end and slowly leveled the rifle up against their shoulder. It felt good; almost perfect. There was just one more touch. A glow of orange radiated around the rifle and then faded. The bayonet slashed through the air, there was a cackle of energy, and the world tore open in front of it. Ezra felt a wave of satisfaction hit him. There! Now it was a Masterpiece. The vision faded, but the orange glow lingered around the broken puzzle. Ezra still didn’t know why his family was cursed, but he had a feeling he was already on the path to curing it. All he needed to do was put on a brave face and endure his responsibilities a little bit longer. [/indent] [sub][color=darkgray][b] Abstraction[/b][/color][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Nothing is perfect unless by design."[/i] [indent][color=darkgray][b]TYPE ⫻[/b][/color] Adept [color=darkgray][b]ABSTRACTION ⫻[/b][/color] Orange Lux. Ezra’s channeler is a broken wire puzzle that he’d cut apart with bolt cutters in frustration when he was a child. It has been looped through a leather strap to become some kind of wristband. [color=darkgray][b]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻[/b][/color] Ezra attributes characteristics to items and people, making them wondrous by thinking outside of the box. His spells require physical touch to cast and can continue indefinitely as long as he maintains a small amount of concentration that can be canceled by emotional turmoil, physical pain, or loss of consciousness. [color=darkgray][b]Masterpiece ⫻[/b][/color] Ezra infuses an object and turns it into a perfect version of itself, better than it ever could possibly be. For example, a pencil would never go dull and the eraser would completely remove any errant graphite. Likewise, a lock would become unpickable or a door would become unbreakable while affected by the spell. A Masterpiece spell affects the whole, not just a part. A Masterpiece car would make the entire car perfect: the tires would never go flat, the engine would never rust, and the windshield would never crack. Once an item has become a Masterpiece it no longer has to operate in the realm of logic, like a Masterpiece jug of milk would never empty or spoil while a Masterpiece computer would still operate without any electricity or wi-fi. Masterpiece is largely ineffective on a person. They only appear perfect on a surface-level, like an airbrushed version of themselves designed to sell ads. Masterpiece items vary in effectiveness against Apparitions, but are generally more useful than normal items. Currently, he can keep one Masterpiece item and one Masterpiece person spell going at a time. The cast time requires channeling Lux from one to five minutes, depending on the complexity and size of the target, and requires a decent amount of concentration. [color=darkgray][b]Configure ⫻[/b][/color] Ezra can dramatically increase or decrease the size of an item while allowing it to continue to perform its function, including Masterpiece items. Configure does not change the weight of an item. Like Masterpiece, a Configure spell affects the whole. Therefore, if he has a box full of clothes, the clothes will shrink or expand with the box. However, the moment that a sweater is pulled from the box it will return to its original size because it is no longer contained in the field of the Configure spell. While people can have Configured items used against them, they themselves cannot be Configured. Likewise, their bodies act as a natural barrier against things when they are being Configured. Therefore, Ezra could Configure a necklace to shrink and become uncomfortably tight, but he cannot push it to the point of being smaller than that person’s neck until they take it off. Configured items typically amplify the usefulness of items against Apparitions, and while they are Configured they are extremely difficult to destroy outside of Extra-Normal means. Currently, he can keep one Configure spell going at a time. The scale of an item can range from 1/5th to 5x. The cast time is instant, but items take a few seconds to change in size. [color=darkgray][b]Prodigy ⫻[/b][/color] Ezra makes a person an instant expert on a subject relating to any Masterpiece item they are currently using. A person with a Masterpiece scalpel will become a top level surgeon, while that behind the wheels of a Masterpiece car would make any Hollywood stunt driver jealous. The moment their connection to the Masterpiece item is severed they return to their base skill level with no residual hold over in talent, regardless of how long they were using the Masterpiece item. So, while the person might know they are performing brain surgery, they won’t know what lobe to poke at until they pick the scalpel back up. Prodigy is curbed by someone’s own physical limitations. A person decked out in Masterpiece boxing gloves might know how to fight like Ali, but if they’re weak they’ll hit and go down like Glass Joe. Prodigy can only be cast on a person. He can only have one Prodigy spell up at a time. The cast time is instant. [color=darkgray][b]AURA SENSING ⫻[/b][/color] Ezra can detect the location of an item or person he has enchanted within 100 meters. [color=darkgray][b]LIMITS ⫻[/b][/color] Naturally, Emotional-Fields protect the Extra-Normal from some of the nastier effects of his spells like being shrunk, strangled, and so forth. Ezra can only have one type of spell cast at one time, and if he has cast Configure and he wants to cast Masterpiece; then he'll have to drop Configure. His imbuing spells have a range limit and if he goes further than twelve meters from an object or person that he has imbued with his magic then it'll revert back to normal. [color=darkgray][b]WEAKNESSES ⫻[/b][/color] It seems that improving objects have a cost, that Erza has to give something. To make something a masterpiece, he weakens himself in the process. He finds that he has shortness of breath, that he's a lot more susceptible to pain, not as strong as usual, and so on. He finds out this debuff is active as long as he has the spell going. The Configure spell changes Erza's weight, as making an object larger makes him heavier, and making an object smaller makes him lighter - easier to toss around and stuff. [/INDENT] [sup][color=darkgray][b] Other[/b][/color][/sup] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"I'm stuck with this family. Might as well take care of them."[/i] Ezra hides the fact that he smokes cigarettes despite being a full grown adult. [/hider] [hider=Tansy Vanburen][CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/rCd1NjG.png [/img] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNbzoX92790[/youtube][/CENTER] [i]“The world has never seemed darker. Be the shining light that’ll bring about a brighter tomorrow."[/i] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/00ddeC8.jpg?1[/img] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [color=Springgreen][sub]Tansy Monroe Vanburen She/Her [b]|[/b] 35 [b]|[/b] American [b]|[/b]5’9” [b]|[/b] 150lbs [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Gilded [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Skills & Talents[/sub][/color] [i]"I’m just playing my part. Anyone in my position would do the same."[/i] [sup]___________________________________[/sup][/center][hider=] [sub][b][color=Springgreen][Hostess Mostest] ⫻[/color][/b] Tansy has spent the better part of her adult life rubbing elbows with the social elite in support of her father’s philanthropy efforts. She’s graduated beyond being a basic socialite into being a full-blown party planner who has organized several charity and fundraising events, set up art exhibitions and debutante balls, and hosted extravagant dinner parties. If there’s a ritzy social event happening in Pennsylvania or New York odds are that Tansy’s involved in some shape. [b][color=Springgreen][Rumor Mill] ⫻[/color][/b] Gossip gravitates towards Tansy like spiteful little meteorites and she’s mastered the ability of flinging the rumors back into outer space for them to be disappeared into a blackhole. Somebody’s got to keep daddy’s reputation untarnished, especially as the grace period of speaking ill of the dead expires. Alternatively, she’s more than capable of adding the necessary oomph to a rumor to really get it going, turning a minor freckle on one’s surface into a socially catastrophic extinction level impact. [b][color=Springgreen][Tennis Ace] ⫻[/color][/b] She’s been playing the sport since grade school. While by no means near a professional, Tansy stuck with the game enough that James eventually added a court to the mansion’s grounds. He said that it was out of fear she’d start trying to beat the house’s walls in a match after she’d worked her way through the staff and her siblings. [b][color=Springgreen][Horse Girl] ⫻[/color][/b] Of course she wanted a pony when she was a little girl. She just happened to be one of those little girls whose daddy was rich enough to buy her one. She typically goes riding several times a week. [/sub][/hider] [/cell][cell][color=Springgreen][sub][b] Appearance[/b][/sub][/color] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"I’m expected to look my best and I always outdo the expectations."[/i] [indent]Tansy presents herself in the old-fashioned mold of a “proper” lady, all primed and poised while veiled in the drapes of modesty and sensibility. She tends to overeunciate her words and enthusiastically moves her hands as if she were conducting her own sentences as she speaks, almost as if she were a kindergarten teacher talking to her young students. Thriving on the spotlight, Tansy carries herself in such a way that not only does she make people think she is important but she also makes them question their own value. Her blonde hair falls below her shoulders and the ends are constructed into loose curls. Her darker eyebrows are meticulously plucked to perfection, her lashes are long, and her eyes are big, bright, and blue. Laugh lines and a beauty mark are the only source of blemish not hidden by creams or concealers on her pale skin. A polite smile is seemingly fixed upon her face, serving as a social shield she can deflect her sharp tongue off of so she swallows any spiteful words instead of performing a faux pas. Her nails are manicured and sharply filed. She is tall and doesn’t shy from high heels, allowing her the pleasure of another way to look down upon others. She has a shapely figure and stays fit through her various outdoor hobbies, capable of displaying a level of athleticism unexpected of a woman who basically throws parties for a living. Her wardrobe is lavish in price and quality yet modest and conservative style, trending towards a vintage look that she’d define as timeless. Tansy is almost never seen in the same thing twice and insists that she donates most of her old outfits, yet several rooms in the manor are dedicated towards storing her clothes. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] [color=Springgreen]Psychology[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"I was raised with a strong moral compass, so I'd appreciate it if you just let me give directions."[/i] [INDENT][b][color=Springgreen]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/color][/b] Tansy says she desires to make the world a better place, although that’s just the shallow textbook response she’s been regurgitating since the Miss Araminta pageant she won over fifteen years ago. It’s become a lot clearer lately: Tansy just wants to be adored. [b][color=Springgreen]PHILOSOPHY ⫻[/color][/b] The best life is the one she has absolute control over. Tansy believes that people can be divided between being a sheep or being a wolf. However, Tansy knows that she is different; she is no animal. She sees herself as a shepherd, someone who can protect the flock of sheep by controlling where they graze and flay the pelts off of the wolves hiding amongst them. [b][color=Springgreen]SEXUALITY ⫻[/color][/b] She’s straight. Tansy has taken after her father when it comes to long-term relationships. If she brings a man home for Thanksgiving by now the family knows there will be another by Christmas. Until recently she hasn’t technically been single since the eighth grade, but since the funeral she hasn’t been dating. [b][color=Springgreen]FEARS ⫻[/color][/b] She has a massive fear of rejection. Tansy is openly afraid that her reputation and the Vanburen name will be tarnished by her family. The amount of effort she puts in to appear to be a perfect, polished princess can be so quickly dismantled by one of her indignant siblings making an ass of themselves. Conversely, she wants those siblings to adore her as much as those rich elites minglings at her wine mixers. She endlessly worries that she alienates herself from her family, yet continues to project this image where she sees herself as their superior. Tansy is also so terrified of driving that she never learned and struggles with anxiety attacks even when just being a passenger. She limits her travel by car as much as possible, lest she run the upholster by death gripping the leather. These fears do not arise in other forms of transportation. [b][color=Springgreen]REPUTATION ⫻[/color][/b] She’s Araminta’s favorite daughter. Despite a few rumors of promiscuity flying around, Tansy has a squeaky clean reputation in town and has been lauded for her efforts in assisting the town in tackling its troubles through charity work and fundraising events she’d organized with her father. While a few of the “rougher” individuals around town might consider her a bit hoity-toity and question her motivations, it’s difficult to deny the good work she has done for Araminta. Even those naysayers have seemed to be coming around ever since James’s death. Tansy's reputation within her own family is dubious. She attempted to establish herself as the matriarch of the household, treating her siblings with a smothering presence of saccharine sweetness that would rapidly swap to veiled insults and passive-aggressiveness when they questioned her authority. It didn’t help that she was notably brusque with the staff, treated most of their mothers with thinly veiled hostility, or attempted to monopolize their father’s limited freetime in hopes of continuing to seal in her spot as “the favorite”. Although she regularly tries to keep in touch with everyone as they’ve left the nest, it was difficult for many of the Vanburen children to see Tansy as anything but a holier-than-thou fake. [b][color=Springgreen]THOUGHTS ABOUT FATHER ⫻[/color][/b] Tansy absolutely adored James because Daddy, as she worrisomely refers to her adopted father as to this day, gave her everything she ever wanted. While the other children tried to flee from out underneath his shadow, she fully embraced living in the shade. He was a great man and she plans to honor his greatness by opening a rehabilitation clinic in his name. She won’t stand to listen to any hearsay about his relationship struggles or his own substance abuse. Daddy was a hero and he deserves to be recognized as one. [b][color=Springgreen]FLAWS ⫻[/color][/b] Tansy is a control freak who is quick to send others on a guilt trip when they do not do things the way she wants them to be done. Although she isn’t a stupid person, she is one of those frustrating individuals who believes she is smarter than she actually is and struggles to accept others as being able to come up with a better idea. She turns disagreements personal, acting as if attacks on ideas are attacks on her as a person. As well, she isn’t above threatening to spread malicious gossip to get someone to acquiesce to her will. [/INDENT] [sub][b] [color=Springgreen]Backstory[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"It's silly but I just cannot imagine what my life would've been life if he hadn't chosen me. Less champagne, I suppose."[/i] [indent]James Vanburen adopted Tansy when she was barely a toddler. She cannot recall anything from her life before, but when growing up she suffered from recurring nightmares of shrieking voices, a blinding light, the sound of metal grinding on metal, and an intense cold. She liked to imagine that James saved her from a terrible life. Nightmares aside, her childhood was wonderful, an idyllic life spent waited upon by other people and granted whatever she wanted. Compared to the other children, Tansy was spoiled by James. It became clearer to her when she realized he’d picked her from dozens of other children up for adoption. James had other kids, but he’d chosen her. She was special, and because she was special she knew she couldn’t let him down. By the time she was a teenager, Tansy had taken it upon herself to become the, as some of the staff teasingly called her, lady of the estate, organizing family dinners and prepping for holiday parties. She often found herself at odds with James's current wife, but always tried to harness the affection of his other children to various levels of success and failure. A fear of driving meant she spent a lot of her later teen years on the estate horseback riding or playing tennis with her latest boyfriend, occasionally whiteknuckling a ride into town for a change of scenery or riding her bike there when she didn’t want to fight off a panic attack. As an adult, Tansy stayed in Araminta but did not attend the local college. Rather she doubled-down on her dedication to assisting James and began organizing and hosting fundraising events to help him tackle the city’s drug epidemic. She found she had a knack for calling the shots and began to oversee more of James's charitable endeavors, allowing her father to galavant off on wherever his business took him. Her talent for event planning became noticed by the limited pool of Araminta social elite and she began taking hosting requests for other exquisite events. Eventually, Tansy found herself soaring amongst the socialites, hosting galas in Araminta and nearby major cities. She inevitably began to split time between Araminta and New York City, ideally commuting by train and subway whenever possible, and spent her adulthood drinking out of champagne flutes, hosting galas, and guilting the rich into returning a paltry amount of the money they’d exploited from the poor to boost their social standings. Life was perfect. Tansy could not be happier. She enjoyed planning events and saw a successful evening as proof that what she did was important. Call it self-centered but there was nothing she enjoyed more than planning the Vanburen Family Christma every year. It was James’s favorite day of the year after all, and she spent weeks of hard work making sure everything was just right. Weeks that only took his ungrateful bastards minutes to ruin with their bickering the moment their precious little egos got scratched. The image of her father’s sad, tired face as he drained his Manhattan, poured himself a whiskey neat, and closed his library’s door in her face is etched in her mind. The next day she was planning his funeral. The extra burden kept her from lambasting his children. It’d be perfect. A perfect funeral to honor a perfect father. Only she couldn’t go. How could she possibly stomach seeing James in a box surrounded by a carnival of bastards and social parasites? How could she bear to witness one of them make a mockery out of something she helped create again? Tansy feigned being ill and sequestered herself in the manor. While alone in the house she heard the sound of a glass shattering come from James’s room. Knowing that all the staff had been given the day off she felt a cold dread take hold of her as she approached his closed door, an otherworldly light pulsing from under the door. She froze in fear as her hand touched the handle and then she heard a choir of voices in her head say, “Do not be afraid.” She opened the door, screamed as she witnessed the horrifying form of what lies beyond, and was swallowed by its golden light. Tansy couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. The creature was gone but she could feel it in her head. The choir chimed up again, telling her to be calm and so she did. It introduced itself as Dominion and told Tansy to consider it as an old so-called business partner of James. It just wanted to see the man one last time and pay its respects, but given the circumstances of its appearance needed a host. What better host was there than Tansy? She found that she couldn’t possibly disagree with Dominion. She joined her family at the graveyard, a bore witness as her father was buried in the ground. She felt her head swirl and then there was no more input from Dominion. The following day she’d rationalize it as a delusion caused by intense grief. She returned to New York shortly thereafter with the goal of raising funds for a new rehabilitation clinic in Araminta named after her father to honor his memory. However, she found that her typical donors were not so interested in pursuing a pet project that offered little prestige. At least that was the case before Dominion began speaking to her again. It offered its power to Tansy to help win over her investors, insisting that it would be its own way of honoring its old business partner. Dominion explained to her what it could do. At first Tansy was a bit apprehensive, moral quandaries and all, but if it was for the greater good then she couldn’t say no. She accepted Dominion’s deal and fully became adjoined with the Apparition. She found little difficulty securing funding since then. Tansy moved back to Araminta to drum up local support for the rehab clinic and to settle on a location to build it. She purchased the nicest apartment she could find downtown so she could avoid commuting. Tansy made a decent headway on finding a lot in East Araminta where she could begin construction after winter. However, she didn’t plan on spending the holidays at home. No matter, it’d be nice to have everyone around again. What other choice did they have? [/indent] [sub][b][color=Springgreen] Abstraction[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Do not be afraid, my sweet submissive subject."[/i] [indent][b][color=Springgreen]TYPE ⫻[/color][/b] Aberration (Affixed) [b][color=Springgreen]ABSTRACTION ⫻[/color][/b][i]Dominion’s Majesty,[/i] the ability to take on an otherworldly form and subjugate someone who witnesses her. [b][color=Springgreen]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻[/color][/b]Dominion’s Majesty allows Tansy to unleash the Apparition hiding inside of her and manifest it. When Dominion is manifested the Apparition tries to mesmerize a being of Tansy’s choice, attempting to snap them into a hypnotic stupor. Someone without an emotional field is almost immediately enchanted, unable to take their eyes off of Tansy and allowing her to turn them into a subject that she can command with simple verbal orders. If she does not issue a new command upon the completion of an order then the subject returns to its hypnotic state and await her next demand. Tansy can seal Dominion to release her subject from its hypnosis or to cancel an order. Upon releasing a subject they regain their consciousness but are unaware of what happened or what they did as if they were sleepwalking. Alternatively, Tansy can choose to fully possess her subject by touching them and staring into their eyes for a handful of unbroken seconds. However doing so enters her own body into a hypnotic, nearly defenseless state. While in possession of her subject she has absolute control over them and can access their memory, allowing her to pass as them in conversation, stockpile dangerous secrets, or get her ego battered by finding out how somebody really thinks of her. To one of the Blind it would be almost impossible to tell the difference between a person and Tansy possessing a person. However, someone capable of witnessing the Extra-Normal could catch the occasional flicker of gold in their eyes when they are hit by a bright light. Tansy can end a possession at will, immediately snapping back to her body and freeing her subject. As with her orders, they do not recall the possession. Emotional Fields absolutely hamper Dominion’s Majesty, turning Tansy’s divine right to reign into a monarch’s brutal attempt to quell a peasant rebellion through pure attrition. The worst thing that typically happens to her unruly subject with an Emotional Field when she manifests Dominion is that they experience a temporary flash of blindness and rush of fear. As long as Tansy is using Dominion’s Majesty on this revolting peon, they will continue to be blinded when looking at her as if they were trying to stare into the sun. As well, they will begin to feel the horror of Tansy’s royal mandate breaking through their Emotional Field. Looking away almost immediately frees a would-be subject from Tansy’s grasp (as does forcing Tansy to divert her gaze), but if they do not or cannot they will eventually be snapped into a hypnotic state just like the Blind. However, unlike the Blind an Extra-Normal subject of Tansy’s can attempt to resist her orders, either following it out ineffectively or even completely breaking free of her subjugation. How hard it is to resist an order depends on how unlikely her subject would’ve done it on their own free will. For example, telling someone who doesn’t like violence, “Don’t hurt anyone!” would be almost impossible to resist because they wouldn’t hurt anyone in the first place, telling them, “Don’t hurt me, hurt him!” would make it more uncertain if they would follow the order fully or not, and telling them, “Don’t hurt me, but kill that bastard!” almost certainly wouldn’t work—nor is it something that Tansy believes she would ever request. Theoretically, Tansy could attempt to possess an Extra-Normal. Honestly, Tansy fears that doing so might allow her to be Abscised by the very being she possesses. While the target of Dominion’s Majesty either cannot see Dominion or is blinded by its Majesty, those around Tansy can witness it—although what it is difficult to say. Upon first manifesting the Apparition, Tansy’s eyes ignite in a golden light and her voice echoes as if it was backed by a choir. Her skin begins to glow and radiate, clothes and hair flowing as if they were in a warm, heavenly breeze. Eventually, a halo of light emerges from behind her head, growing in its radius until it seems as if it were about to swallow Tansy whole. Beyond her in the circle of light, accompanied by the beating of wings and the cries of some otherworldly language harmonizing with Tansy’s commands, lies Dominion, its form an incomprehensible nightmare that wavers and shifts like a mirage as it stretches out towards its herald, looming closer and closer but never quite reaching her. Not yet, at least. [b][color=Springgreen]AURA SENSING ⫻[/color][/b] Dominion watches over Tansy while she is in possession of her subject. She can detect the aura of entities within 10 meters of her body, although she cannot determine their identity. [b][color=Springgreen]LIMITS ⫻[/color][/b] Tansy, unfortunately, can only use the power of Dominion's Majesty on one target at a time and to change targets; Tansy has to release her hold on the one target she's focusing on. The Extra-Normal are heavily resistant, if not outright immune, to the effect of Tansy's abstraction due to Emotional-Fields protecting them - if they know of Tansy's ability they can easily resist the effects if they are aware of them. Tansy can use the Dominion's Majesty and use its effects in a range of thirty meters, or if she chooses to use it herself, far, far closer (which is the more effective way to use it). Tansy is able to control a blind for around a few hours before they become more and more aware of the control and is able to break free. An Extra-Normal can only be affected for a few minutes. [b][color=Springgreen]WEAKNESSES ⫻[/color][/b] Due to the low-powered nature of the abstraction; there are few drawbacks or weaknesses. The Dominion's Majesty is a very fragile Apparition not designed for combat; it's easily destroyed by attacks. If it's destroyed, Tansy will fall unconscious until the Apparition regenerates. The primary counter to this ability is awareness, if even the Blind are aware of Tansy's abstraction and somebody tells them she's using it on them; they can resist and break free of its influence. [/indent] [sup][b] [color=Springgreen]Other[/color][/b][/sup] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Now I know you’re probably all tired of hearing from me, but—"[/i] [indent]Tansy has recently begun to have her childhood nightmares again.[/INDENT] [/hider] [hider=Ezra's Relationships][table][row][/row][row][cell][h1][color=coral]Sabrina[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DP7VoTG.png[/img] [sup][i][color=darkgray]"The longer Sabrina continues to live in her fairytale world the sooner the real one will eat her alive."[/color][/i][/sup] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell]The Idiot or the Idealist. Ezra sometimes struggles with distinguishing the difference between the two concepts. Due to Ezra only spending summers at home as well as their age gap, they were not really close while growing up. While the rest of the family seemed to support Sabrina during her transition, only Ezra questioned the idea by asking, “Are you sure?” There was no hate in the question, just concern—concern both about the hardships that Sabrina would face and if she really wanted to go through with the transition. However, that one question is the perfect representation of how Ezra treats Sabrina: everything she does he doubts, questioning if it has truly been thought out or not. Is he just worried about his naive, gungho sister, or does he not trust her to make the right decisions?[/cell][/row][row][cell][b][h1][color=steelblue]Shane[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/b][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/nX3quKN.png[/img] [color=darkgray][sup][i]"I sometimes wonder who is more disappointed."[/i][/sup][/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell]The Failure or the Martyr. Ezra can never be certain if Shane’s downward spiral was his own fault or the result of trying to escape from the family name only to be crushed underneath it instead. As with Sabrina, they were not close in their youth due to the age gap. When Shane told the family he wanted to be a police officer Ezra laughed and told him not to get eaten alive. At the time it had been a joke. Ezra was even a little proud of his brother for breaking off from the family to do what Shane thought was the right thing. However, when Shane returned a depressed alcoholic the joke no longer seemed so innocent. It’s rare for the brothers to talk these days, with Ezra seeming to avoid Shane almost as much as Shane avoids the rest of his family. Does Ezra look away from Shane because he feels sorrow for his broken brother and is lost as to how to help him, or is he hiding the mirth in his eyes, laughing at his little joke that keeps nailing the punchline?[/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=gold]Oscar[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/CCAXPFF.png[/img] [color=darkgray][sup][i]"Araminta’s favorite son. That's meant to be praise, even if the bar is only a few inches off the floor."[/i][/sup][/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell]The Waste or the Genius. Ezra accepts that Oscar is undoubtedly the smartest member of the family, although he questions his judgment call when it comes to what Oscar invests himself in. Ezra was in Araminta more while Oscar was growing up, so he feels closer to him than Sabrina or Shane. Ezra isn’t upset like James is that Oscar is focusing on taking over his mother’s business because he fears he’s only doing it for her; he’s upset about it because he feels like Oscar is limiting himself and wasting his potential. Ezra has frequently told Oscar that he wished he had that brain of his, although it is impossible to tell if he means it solely as a compliment or if he is jealous, hinting that he would use the kid’s mind on less trivial matters. However, Oscar might’ve accidentally killed their father, so that awards him every single brownie point that there has ever been.[/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=MediumSlateBlue]Trisha[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3MuNtss.png?1[/img] [color=darkgray][sup][i]"Funny. All that time in front of the mirror and you still can’t see the main source of all your problems."[/i][/sup][/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell]The Worst or the Equal. Ezra cannot decide if Trisha is just what he would be like if he didn’t have restraint or his complete and total opposite. As he was with Oscar, Ezra was around for a decent part of her later childhood, although due to both of their aloof natures it would be hard to say that the two are close. Despite practically being strangers, Ezra has a feeling that the two of them would actually agree on many things. However, her knee jerk reaction to pin the blame on anyone except for herself irks him to the very core of his being, but is he really annoyed because he finds it wrong or because he wishes he could react like she does and lash out?[/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=CE6857]Georgie[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0gHpKm.png?1[/img] [color=darkgray][sup][i]"The problem with thinking logically is that it assumes the other party would do the same."[/i][/sup][/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell]The Stranger or the Icon. Ezra cannot decide if her admires Georgie for her detached, goal-oriented drive or is annoyed by having a younger sister that somehow manages to out aloof him. While he was in Araminta for most of her formative years, she was overseas doing—what, exactly? The girl is basically a total mystery. He knows more about the gardener than his sister. Ezra has achieved the herculean task of getting her in a conversation before due to their mutual interest in art, but moving towards anything else feels like he's pulling teeth. He can't quite decide if her ability to completely detach herself from other people is intentional. Is she just self-reliant or is she just a broken flower without any dirt for her roots to hold on to so that she can grow? [/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=4CCEB1]Blu[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Moonblood[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GXHYmvi.png?1[/img] [color=darkgray][sup][i]“He’s really not a bad performer. Funny, you think I would’ve heard of him more.” [/i][/sup][/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell] The Discordant or the Harmonious. The existence of Blu creates hundreds of questions and proves only one thing: James kept plenty of secrets. Blu isn’t the first time James has patronned starving artists, but he was the first one that James didn’t tiresomely showoff every opportunity he had to further aggrandize his own magnanimity. Ezra took it upon himself to find Blu when his father didn’t drag the musician out to play his version of “All I Want for Christmas Is You”, discovering Blu at a tiny music cafe. Ezra caught Blu after the show, introduced himself as James’s eldest son, asked a few probing questions about how the young man met his father, and insisted that he reach out if he ever needed anything. Yet when their meeting ended it would be difficult to tell if Ezra was truly offering Blu his support. Ezra himself is unsure of the man—is his inconsistency in comparison to how James treated the rest of his pet projects and favorite children a breath of fresh air, or is it proof of something more, something rotten? [/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=804061]Arabelle[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Matthews[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fb187x9.png?1[/img] [sup][i][color=darkgray]"She's used to dealing with children, thankfully, although I imagine the ones she teaches are better behaved."[/color][/i][/sup] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell]The Piteous or the Resourceful. Ezra has always treated the help with respect and dignity, but there is still an underlying sense of superiority that always just seems to be lying right beneath the surface—as if he believes that by giving them a job he is somehow commiting some great act of charity. While Ezra knew Arabelle existed, he dealt more with her mother, whom he found agreeable, than the girl herself while they were growing up. Naturally, they became more familiar with one another once Ezra began running the estate and Arabelle came back to work on the weekends. It would be a stretch to say that he is friendly to the woman, but he has a professional, if somewhat cold, respect for the woman who is a hard, dedicated worker and has pushed herself through a number of bad years. Yet when he thinks Arabelle is not looking there is a hint of sadness, and perhaps even guilt, in his eyes, as if he knows something bad is coming yet has done nothing to prevent it. Rumors used to fly around amongst the staff that Arabelle's father was James. Ezra used to believe them when he was younger, but now even he thinks that his father couldn't be that much of an asshole to hire his own kid back on to scrub toilets.[/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=springgreen]Tansy[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/hS06bsh.png[/img] [sup][i][color=darkgray]“Like James, she manages to make everything be about her.”[/color][/i][/sup] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell] The Parasite or the Caretaker. Ezra never quite believed that Tansy’s devotion to their father or her charitable efforts were without their ulterior motives. Ezra remembered when James brought her home, as it was shortly before the decision was made to ship him off to boarding school. The two were close in age and growing up defaulted to being playmates during summer vacation, but they drifted apart from each other hard once they hit their teens. Perhaps it was just hard for Ezra to swallow the fact that Tansy got everything she wanted while Ezra had to be everything James wanted. Perhaps it was because Tansy was too focused on babying their siblings to give him her attention. It didn’t help that she was inseparable from James whenever he was home. By the time Ezra began to take over his father’s business, he knew there was no such thing as a private meeting with the man—Tansy was always near, whispering God knows what in James’s ear once Ezra left the room. Was he just jealous of how close Tansy was with the man who practically abandoned him, or was he upset at himself for letting James groom a young woman to act as a surrogate mother for the children he’d basically abandoned? [/cell][/row][/table][/hider] [hider=Tansy’s Relationships][table][row][/row][row][cell][h1][color=coral]Sabrina[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DP7VoTG.png[/img] [sup][i][color=springgreen]"You’re just too sweet, dear Sabrina. Fear not. As long as I’m around, no one else will take advantage of you."[/color][/i][/sup] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell] Her Poppet. Tansy is massively supportive of Sabrina, both in her career and in her personal life. Although being a whole country apart made it difficult to regularly see each other, Tansy kept in touch via social media. As well, she made an effort to go out to LA at least once a year, and would invite Sabrina to NYC every now and again to come attend some fancy event and network. Even when they weren’t together, Tansy would often show up for galas in outfits inspired by the work her sister was doing out West, shamelessly promoting Sabrina’s socials to boost her presence. Likewise, after Sabrina was targeted online Tansy became an active LGBT advocate. However, Tansy’s support has not always been there. When the two grew up together Tansy was just another part in the chorus of voices insisting that Sabrina harmonize with the status quo and “act like a boy should”. Tansy insists that it was just a symptom of the time, yet it threads some doubt into their relationship. Maybe Tansy doesn’t support Sabrina at all. Maybe Sabrina’s the one doing the actual supporting, boosting Tansy’s social standing amongst progressive elites while all Tansy does is virtue signal and control her sister like a marionette. [/cell][/row][row][cell][b][h1][color=steelblue]Shane[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/b][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/nX3quKN.png[/img] [color=springgreen][sup][i]"I’ll always watch over you. No matter how far you fall I will not look away. Not until you hit the very bottom."[/i][/sup][/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell] Her Judas. With his mother not being around to steal away her spotlight, Tansy found herself hovering around Shane more than the other Vanburen children who weren’t so starved for affection. Tansy expresses that she adores all of her siblings, but it was clear to any that grew up in the mansion that Shane was one of her favorites. She never reprimanded him for getting in any fights, often thanking him for looking out for their siblings when she wasn’t there before fetching him an ice pack for a shiner. Likewise, she supported his decision to become a police officer, as cops were still fashionable at the time, and was excited to have her favorite brother be in the same city as her. Although he was busy keeping people safe and she was living between two cities, the two would hangout whenever their schedules aligned and grab a drink at a cop bar or get a nice dinner at one of Tansy’s favorite restaurants. Then he started making excuses for why he couldn’t meet up. Eventually he stopped even replying to her texts and calls. Seeing him at Christmas was like a knife through the heart. He’d change. He was a husk wearing her brother’s skin who barely even acknowledged her existence. After all she had done for him? She caught him before he left the Christmas Party, crushing him beneath a wave of anger and guilt as she unloaded on him for ignoring her. They have hardly spoken since. She wishes he’d just snap out of it and tell her what happened, but then she finds herself thinking that she only wants to know so she can tell him that he deserved it. [/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=gold]Oscar[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/CCAXPFF.png[/img] [color=springgreen][sup][i]"You’re a good son but your mother’s limiting you. I think you should do what you want."[/i][/sup][/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell] Her Project. While Tansy tried to be a relevant part in the life of all of her siblings, Oscar spending most of his time at his mom’s house made it difficult for them to forge a strong bond. Oscar’s wishy washiness frustrates a person with control issues as strong as Tansy’s. Although she attempts to support his latest obsession, typically Tansy finds herself wishing Oscar had stuck with a previous passion of his. She usually finds herself at a loss when in a conversation with him to the point that she questions her own intellect, and with how bad he is at keeping in contact with her she worries that he thinks little of her. Perhaps someone else would take this and write the person off, but Tansy embarrassingly finds herself desperate for Oscar’s approval. He’s one of the few people who can make her change her opinion, and her persistent nature helps balance out his unreliability. However, Tansy has let a number of snide comments about Eloise Price slip by in front of Oscar. Sometimes it feels like Tansy is attempting to pull Oscar away from his only living parent so he can better serve as part of the Vanburen legacy. [/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=MediumSlateBlue]Trisha[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3MuNtss.png?1[/img] [color=springgreen][sup][i]"Oh Trisha, you have such a fun way of showing affection. I love you too, sweetie."[/i][/sup][/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell] Her Toy. Although Tansy may be desperate for her sibling’s approval, there comes a point when it’s obvious that someone is a lost cause. Trisha is that lost cause. Attempting to be the stand-in mother for a girl with deep-seated mommy issues proved to destroy any sort of actually good relationship the two could ever have. Trisha’s harshness might’ve hurt Tansy’s feelings early on, but a person can only get hit so many times before they grow numb. Tansy no longer cares what Trisha thinks. It’s truly liberating. While with anyone else she might resort to cutting them down with wit, Tansy knows the true thing that’d drive Trisha crazy is kindness. Thus, she has never said a negative thing to Trisha’s face in years. Tansy drowns the girl in unwanted affection and heavy handed compliments and dotes on her whenever she is around, knowing that it’d drive Trisha absolutely crazy. She regularly sends Trisha vapid texts wishing her a nice day, invites her out on shopping trips or luncheons when she’s in town, and has even done something as heinous as showing up at Trisha’s college to visit. If Trisha didn’t know better she might think that Tansy was just dumb, yet the occasional backhanded compliment makes it clear that Tansy is just trying to get under the girl’s skin. [/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=CE6857]Georgie[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Vanburen[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0gHpKm.png?1[/img] [color=springgreen][sup][i]"Yes, I understand the technique is impressive Georgie, but how does it make you feel? It just doesn’t do anything for me. "[/i][/sup][/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell] Her Headache. When Georgie was younger Tansy took care of her almost as much as the nanny. However, with Georgie going to school overseas at such a young age Tansy has always felt like little more than a stranger to her sister. While she wrote the occasional letter, they almost never had time to interact once Georgie’s baby teeth had fallen out. Unlike Oscar, who’s unpredictable but cordial, or Trisha, who’s unfriendly but predictable, Georgie is almost impossible to read. It just feels like no matter what Tansy does Georgie shifts from being a stonewall to a striking cobra, then back again. The young woman truly just makes Tansy uncertain and uncomfortable, and is the Vanburen most likely to get Tansy’s sugary facade to crack and go stale. [/cell][/row][row][cell][h1][color=804061]Arabelle[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Matthews[/color][/h1][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fb187x9.png?1[/img] [sup][i][color=springgreen]"I don't know where these awful rumors keep coming from, Arabelle. I've told the staff to stop spreading them."[/color][/i][/sup] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell]Her Rival. Arabelle's mother had a massive influence on Tansy's childhood. Not knowing her actual mother, Tansy saw Ms. Matthews as a replacement of sorts and would follow her around the estate like a duckling, helping her out with the other children as she grew older. The same jealousy Arabelle would feel about the Vanburen children was felt by Tansy on the day Arabelle was born, usurping her imagined role as Ms. Matthews's daughter. While Tansy still treated Ms. Matthews with respect, Arabelle never saw an ounce of kindness from Tansy while growing up and always drew harsh criticisms when she made a mistake around the house. However, Tansy mostly pretended like Arabelle didn't exist—something she could no longer do once Ms. Matthews passed and Arabelle begun to spend time with James. Arabelle had already stolen Tansy's mother. Now she was trying to take her father? It was unforgivable. Her childish jealously resurfaced with fiendish vigor. Although Tansy now played nicer with Arabelle, acting as if they'd grown up a sisters instead of as a spoiled brat and a servant. Yet a conversation between the two cannot exist without Tansy poking at some kind of nerve and then going behind her back to spread vicious rumors. Even with James gone, she now views Arabelle as competition for the attention and affection of the other Vanburens. [/cell][/row][/table][/hider]