[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 (Adjoined) [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] (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU) [b][color=Springgreen]WEAKNESSES ⫻[/color][/b] (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU) [/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]