Herik stood from the edge of the pool making his way to Lyss, so he could get the potion. He planned to leave right away. If there was anything else that came from the meeting he'll get an update about it later. He was half way to her when the sound of broken glass sounded from the house. Like a window was broken, but not in the way a child accidentally breaks a window with a rock or ball. It sounded like a car crashed through the wall.
Whatever it was startled Lyss.
“She’s here.” He didn't know who she was talking about, but it didn't sound good. He called Asta, because Madison called Jaws. If their heavy hitter was gearing for a fight he was smart to do the same. The pool door was broken like a squished soda can, an abomination came out of the darkness asking for a person he didn't recognize. Who's Saul and why would he be here? The other members managed to have a decent conversation with it. Maybe it was as much of a threat breaking down the door suggested. He was too optimistic. Annabelle came at them with intent to kill. Herik moved out the way, away from the potion bottle. It was on a table close to the fight. He had to get that bottle before it was broken or taken. He was close enough Asta could swipe it from the table and bring it back to him. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned around and saw Vashti escaping with Emily. He's not the type to run from a fight, especially with something that dangerous, but the risk of breaking the potion if he stayed was too high. Asta snatched the bottle and brought it back to him. he put it in his pocket and followed behind Emily and Vashti, but diverted from their path to the moped so he could get to his car.
He's just closed the door when the others came running out the door. He saw fire through the window. If killing it with fire didn't do the trick he wasn't sure fighting it would go well.
BOOM!
The car shook from the sound. Annabelle turned into a giant monster beyond the likes of anything he's ever imagined. What the fuck? Herik turned his car on and booked it from the property. There's no way they could fight that. For the first time in decades he truly felt afraid. His hands shook, his breathing was rapid, he didn't slow down at the yellow light, but sped up. Somethings caused for disobeying traffic laws. He sped all the way to the hospital trying to stave off a panic attack. It brought back memories of the last time he felt this way. He couldn't remember clearly, but he felt the phantom pains of someone holding something soft over his face, the faint ringing of his mother's screaming. Whatever the hell that thing drudged up he didn't want to think about while driving.
For the aesthetic. _______________________________________________ Georgiana Elizabeth Vanburen
She/Her | 20 | British & African-American | 5'4 | 185lb _______________________________________________ Detached _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Passion and hobbies are important in life. Keeps the crippling emotions away." ___________________________________
ART HISTORY ⫻ If it was an artistic movement Georgie knows the ends and outs of everything, even the movements she doesn't particularly enjoy.
GARDENING ⫻ Her favorite hobby that's one of the few ways she can express herself without saying what she's feeling in so many words. Know how to speak her language and anyone can speak to her.
EMBROIDERY ⫻ She's not the next Vera Wang, but she does like to embroider flowers into plain outfits to make it original and unique to her.
OBJECTIVITY ⫻ Georgie can look at most situations from an objective and logical point of view to the point that empathy doesn't play a part in her decision making. Sometimes the hard choices are the ones that don't give much of a fuck about a person's feelings and sensitivities.
FRENCH ⫻ Georgie is fluent in French. She's studied the language for over a decade in school. She can't work at the Lourve and not know the language of her people.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'm perfect no matter how you look at it."
Georgie has never thought of herself as someone other than perfect. Every time she looks in the mirror it's a reminder that no one can tell her different. She has smooth golden brown skin she takes care of with face treatments, lotions, and skin corrector. There's freckles concentrated under her eyes and across her nose and a few dot her chin. If she had to choose her best features her captivating brown eyes, long lashes, bow shaped, full lips, and her dark curly hair would be in the running for number one. She's a few inches from average height and a little chubby. She's curvy, has DD breasts, and she has to fit her pants to her butt so they're always big in her waist. She wears her naturally curly hair freely or pulled back into little ponytails when she's gardening. Her ears were pierced and her sense of style are dresses, skirts, and flower aesthetics. If there' a flower on it she'll wear it. Sometimes she adds flower designs to clothing she thinks is cute, but plain. She wears a golden carnation flower ring on her pointer finger. Why flowers? Because they're beautiful and mean different things; most people are none the wiser about hidden meanings when they think getting flowers is a nice gesture.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Sorry I'm not emotionally available. Let me pencil you into my schedule to make time for your concerns."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ Georgie wants to be an art curator, especially at the Louvre. Georgie loves art movements that came before the 1920s and most of those works are at the Louvre. Art was elegant then and had interesting historical events at that sparked the movements. Now a piece of tissue stuck to the wall with gum can be called art if there's a contrived enough meaning attached. She's well aware that art movements during the 20s and afterwards are influenced by social issues at the time, but she could careless about anything involved with WWI and after.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Georgie believes that objectivity and logic are the keys to life. It's human nature to get attached to someone or something and it could easily ruin a person's life goals. However, if people were to take a step back and consider what they'll gain without certain attachments they're more likely to get what they want. Useless things lead to useless ends.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Asexual with a side of aesthetic attraction. Some days Georgie wants to vomit just thinking about swapping bodily fluids with someone else, and on others she can't think of a less stimulating experience than sex (no one could do better at pleasing her than her own hand). She'd rather listen to WWI enthusiast. There are times when she sees someone that makes her heart flutter. It could be the way they wear their hair, or their outfit is just right, or maybe a physical feature is absolutely beautiful. Bring aesthetics to the table and she'll wanna flirt.
FEARS ⫻ Georgie fears attachments that lead to failure. For every goal she's set in her life she had to sacrifice personal relationships to get there. She couldn't be close with her friends, because she used her free time to study. England had one of the best schools for art, so she didn't live with her family growing up and as consequence doesn't know them well nor do they know her. She broke up with her boyfriend, because they were going to different universities in different countries and she wouldn't make the commitment to try long distance if it interfered with her studies. Her sacrifices will not be in vain for people that aren't permanent.
REPUTATION ⫻ Georgie is James's foreign child that Araminta citizens tend to forget exist. She's only around during the summer and some Christmases if it isn't too inconvenient. She doesn't see it as home. More of a vacation spot if anything. In the family she is the sister her siblings don't really know anymore. She used to be the annoying little sister that followed them anywhere, but she grew out of that when she went away. Any attempts to get to know her are met with superficial answers and general disinterest. It's not hard to be away year after year if she doesn't truly know who they are and vice versa. However, she does leave a bouquet of flowers from her garden every Monday morning, during the summer, in each of their bedrooms. She may not know them well, but she does still care in her own half-hearted way.
THOUGHTS ABOUT FATHER ⫻ James is more so a sponsor that funds her education at private schools and university, than a father. She ask for monetary support for her goals and he gives it freely with the stipulation that she comes to spend her summers in Araminta every year. Two months out of a year of her time isn't a big sacrifice on her part. She threw in a personal garden she can tend to and is well kept by a gardener when she's not there as part of the deal. She resents him a smidge of a bit for not coming to see her in private school. She doesn't think it's genuine for him to want her around once a year just to leave on some escapade when she's around. Whatever. Vaguely wanting the attention of a man she hardly knows doesn't pertain to her goals.
FLAWS ⫻ Georgie's unwillingness to have emotional attachments keep her from fully experiencing love the way normal people do. It's always business, 'What can you do for me?' and 'What can I do for you?' Anything that's not gainful isn't worth her time. She misses out on birthday parties, vacations, real human connections. She thinks logically when she's emotionally overwhelmed. She's prone to shutting down, resetting herself, and using logic to solve her problems. People tend to thing she's a heartless robot with a pleasant smile, but she's not. She buries negative emotions deep. She'll express positive emotions, because that means something went right. Achieving goals makes her happy. She doesn't know if anything else can. Things that should make her happy don't. Not birthdays, holidays, her family, friends, and lovers when she has them. Here and there thoughts of whether she's broken slips through and she pencils in when she's available for her next breakdown.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Quite simple. Nothing to kick up a fuss about."
Georgie can say with confidence she doesn't know her mother. She was some woman from somewhere that stayed with James at the Vanburen estate at sometime. James couldn't tell her anything other than Georgie looks like her and that she was set on naming her baby some iteration of George. Georgiana is the name she settled on, before leaving her with James. She'd nearly forgotten there was something James could tell her. Her mother was hellbent on a goal she had to complete. As much as she talked about it at length with James it went in through one ear and out the other. Money exchanged hands, Georgiana was born, and her mother was off in the wind. She's not surprised. Up until she left she's seen plenty women come and go from James's life. Whatever he wanted from them at the time, they gave it, then they left. Georgie played with her siblings when they had the time for her. Tyler and Shane were almost a teenagers by the time she was old enough to keep up, she and Oscar didn't share the same interest, and Trisha didn't like her so much. Oh yes, Ezra does exist. He's fuzzy in her memories. There was a disconnect, but she was still the annoying little sister that wanted her big brothers' attention.
Georgie got into art when she was five. James, on the occasion he wanted to bond, would take her to the art museum in downtown Araminta. The portraits were beautiful, the sculptures magnificent, the most visually gratifying thing she's ever seen. James, taking an interest in Georgie's interest, read her books that explained different art movements throughout history. Her favorite was the Classical period. Everything was crisp, clean, and perfect. Georgie likes perfect. Around the time James sent Tyler to boarding school in France he got the idea to send Georgie to England to study at a prestigious art school. Only children with rich enough parents and an aptitude for the arts could get in. That wasn't an issue for Georgie. She passed the interview with flying colors. Of course she did. There's no doubting her knowledge on art, even as a child.
The first year Georgie had a hard time adjusting to British culture and their way of speaking. While she was a well spoken child, she was still too American, so she adapted. Catching onto the accent was easy, she's heard James's accent all her life. The posh way of speaking was the hard part. She had to broaden her vocabulary, pronounce words the Southern English way, she even had a tutor that taught her RP English, though she doesn't have a practical use for it if she's not meeting the Queen. She doubts that's ever going to happen. Slowly, but surely anything she was like at home shifted into a new girl that wasn't annoying and in her siblings' faces. She was posh, proper, darling Georgie. She was afraid of going home during her first year for fear that being in America would ruin all the hard work she put into being acceptable in the eyes of her British peers. For three years she didn't come home and James had to bribe her with continuing to pay for her school and a personal garden to get her to come back. Gardening was a hobby she picked up at school. There was a club that did arrangements out of the flowers they tended to and they were an aesthetic Georgie was attracted to.
In the three years she was away, Georgie learned bullies were starved for emotional reactions, so she stopped reacting. If they said anything about where she came from, her family, or anything to insult her she'd smile and politely insult them, then go about their day. Most of the time she'd forget their name. No better way to hurt a bully's pride than to ask "Who are you again?" She became known as a steel wall at her school.
When she came home for the first time in three years she wasn't expecting Tyler to be Sabrina. It was a change she hadn't seen coming. Quite jarring actually with England's anti-trans stances. Not that she bought into bigotry. Like anything she adjusted. It'd been so long, since she'd last seen Tyler that he would've been just as much a stranger as Sabrina is if she didn't transition at all. Georgie still kept her distance, even though it ate at her little by little not to have the relationships she used to with her siblings. She sucked it up and dealt with it. She didn't put in all that work to become Americanized. She did what she could to show she cared from her corner of the manor. She tended to her new garden and made flower arrangements she left in her sibling's bedrooms every Monday morning to show off the skills she learned in club.
Through the years, Georgie excelled in her classes and when she graduated from Secondary school James was ready to bring her home, but England was her home now. It'd be too weird to permanently be around people she didn't much care to be around minus the obligatory presents during Christmas and birthday cards. She'd built up an outline of her life to succeed in becoming an art curator: - Further Education - University of Edinburgh for a History of Arts degree - Internship at the Louvre - Louvre art curator
Her life of art was set and James's wants to bring her "home" weren't going to derail her plans. James relented and got her a condo to stay in while she took her A-level classes in art, history, and design.
During her two years of study, she established a relationship with a boy from secondary school. Lucien was nice, he had floppy blond hair, and baby blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her. He treated her well, even during arguments about not spending enough time together, ones she shut down every time. He even accepted her when she blew him off to study. Lucien wanted to be a patisserie, she loved that he had a dream for himself. He was her first everything. They had sex whenever he was in the mood, but she didn't enjoy herself. It got to the point she didn't want to anymore, because it was gross or she was bored. Heavy petting was good on occasion. Other than little hiccups their relationship was fine. The downside was that she was going to university in Scotland after she passed A-levels and he was going to France. She couldn't get distracted from her goals by splitting her attention between university work and a long distance relationship. Lucien didn't want them to be over, but it wasn't up for discussion. She promptly broke his heart, then forgot he ever existed.
University was much the same as all her education exploits, best grades, brightest future, each goal checked off the list. Everything changed when James dropped dead. She was home for Christmas that year, sipping her wine, and ignoring the argument between James and Oscar. She didn't care what it was about. Had nothing to do with her, ergo not her business. Oscar stormed from the house like an upset maiden and she retreated to her room when she finished her food. She didn't know that'd be the last time she'd see James alive. The news was shocking and she cried not for his death, but not knowing the content of his will. What if she didn't get a dime for being away for so long? That wasn't a problem after the reading of the will stating most of the money went to the biological children along with ownership in the family business, and the orphans got the scraps. Good. She can continue her goals without disruption. She had gone out to her garden to take care of her winter flowers and found a gold carnation ring in the dirt. When she touched it a spirit whispered in her ear, said that it watched her take care of flowers for years and that it thought her garden was perfect. She put the ring on and spoke to it every day for the duration of her visit. She didn't think about it too hard. James exposed her to supernatural artifacts and happening young. She said she's take care of it always if she could bring it with her everywhere. The spirit agreed with her. Before she left back to Scotland, a dimension opened in her ring and sucked it in.
After his death she had no intentions of ever stepping into Araminta again, unless someone else died, but her joints stiffen up around the anniversary of James's death. At first she thought it was arthritis, which was weird. She wasn't aware that it was a medical condition James suffered, then again it could be from her mother's side, but the next morning she couldn't move her right hand. It was solid stiff like stone. She felt it had something to do with James and magic, so she booked a flight home. The moment she stepped foot on the Vanburen grounds her hand healed. She learned she couldn't leave the estate and had to request her school to put her education on hold for medical purposes. This is not perfect.
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "My power is as beautiful and deadly as a flower itself."
TYPE ⫻ Aberration: Agent
ABSTRACTION ⫻The Garden is a dimension of Georgie's own creation with all the flowers she can control or summon for attack and defense.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Georgie moved the personal garden James made for her to a different dimension after his death, so she could have it with her always. It's her way of grieving, but she hasn't processed it yet. The Garden is accessed through her gold carnation ring. She can summon a big portal to fit people through or a small one the size of a sunflower. If anyone gets caught in her dimension they're in a spot of trouble. She can control all the flowers there to do her bidding, such as root and petal manipulation, size manipulation, and petal imprisonment. Outside the dimension she can't control her flowers the same way. The flower petals she summons shoot out from the small portal like razor sharp bullets. Bigger portals release a blizzard of razor sharp petals. Anyone in the path gets cut up. She can escape through the portal to get out of a situation, but she'll come back in the same spot she left. And she can summon a giant flower that's as hard as steel to protect her.
LIMITS ⫻ Emotional-Fields prevent Georgie from closing her portals on other extra-normals, however, she doesn't have too many limitations from Emotional-Fields. Opening a portal to her Garden isn't an instant process. She can open a portal in a few seconds, however, the process strains Georgie. She can have the portal to the Garden open for about five minutes straight and afterward, she'll have to take a break. Once Georgie opens a portal, it's completely static and she can't make it turn or change its size. Meaning if she has a portal opened parallel to the ground and there's an opponent above her, she'd have to close the portal and open a new one facing in the same direction and is the same size. Rapidly opening and closing portals exhausts her. In the Garden she can manipulate all plant-life in her field of vision. However, if she's not present in the Garden the ability is greatly limited and she can't manipulate plants as she normally could.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ Fire is a huge weakness for Georgie's ability. Fire can even destroy the petals that are hard as steel. The portal can also be destroyed by fire and extreme heat. When Georgie grows plants, she's putting a bit of herself into it - literally. She uses her life-force to cause rapid plant growth and it'll run if she uses it excessively. It replenishes an hour, but overuse can cause exhaustion, hair-loss, starvation/dehydration - and even kill her if she goes too far.
Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Always Georgie, even in your dreams."
Georgiana is a terrible name. Quite dreadful. For someone as magnificent as her she could've been an Alexandria, Victoria, or Olivia. Something pretty and strong sounding. Georgiana is what she's stuck with, so she settled for at least making it cute. Georgie is what she prefers to be called. Not Georgiana, George, Geordie or Geor, a cheeky boy called her that once. Georgie.
He's competent and successful. What more is there to say? _______________________________________________
Ezra was already an adult when Georgie was born. She has faint memories of him in her childhood, but nothing that truly stuck like with her other siblings. From what she's heard he's the one that kept the business running and the money flowing in. James was just the one that allocated funds. As long as Ezra keeps things the same, then she doesn't have a problem with him. In fact she quite admires him. She wants to be just as successful and hard working when she's old. She had a funny thought the other day. Isn't he old enough to be her father? Perhaps she should take to calling him JJ.
Je t'aime le plus. _______________________________________________
Sabrina is the sibling Georgie thinks the most highly of. When she was still Tyler she didn't brush her off when she wants to play and have all her attention. When she came home as someone new her spirit was still the same. Other than the outside nothing's changed about Sabrina for Georgie. She has the best memories of her childhood with her. In her adult life they aren't close, but Georgie would want nothing but to be. However that conflicts with her future. Close relationships are breeding grounds for distractions. She can't have that.
He obviously takes after his mother, whoever she was, because if he was more like James he wouldn't be an absolute failure. _______________________________________________
Shane is Georgie's worst fear. A lazy, downtrodden drunkard with no direction, nothing going for him, and a waste of space. She's embarrassed they share blood. If something in hims has anything to do with James's side of the family then she could end up like him one day. She'd sooner kill herself. The man he is and the boy he used to be are two different people. He was just as good to her as Sabrina. How'd he end up like this? Of course if she's not going to ask. She doesn't care that much. If he wants to die young that's on him. Just one less person with her hands on James's inheritance. She'll be sure to cry at his funeral.
Do better, sweetie. _______________________________________________
Oscar is another Vanburen prodigy Georgie is proud to call her brother. He wasn't around as much as everyone else, since he lived with his mother but she's fund of the little time they spent together as children. He was just into other things and she loved her art. Not many children were like her. She sent him a handwritten congratulations card when he graduated and actually meant everything she penned. Ever since James died he's squandered his brilliance for magic like it's important. Everything he learned hasn't cured them from turning into stone. Such a waste.
The most bitter twat I'm ashamed to be related to. _______________________________________________
Petty Patty is the worst sibling of all. At least Shane was successful once and trauma fucked him over, she's sure, but Patty's never been great. Georgie knows she resents her for James sticking his cock where it doesn't belong, but that's not her fault nor is it her problem. She avoided Patty when they were younger, she still does, but she used to be afraid of her. She kept close to Sabrina and Shane knowing they'd protect her if Patty did something mean. Now, it doesn't matter. She ignores her like strangers in an elevator and hopes she fucks off in a ditch or turns to stone completely.
"I heard that the older you are when you have children the more likely the child will turn out...undesirable." _______________________________________________
A shame this kid is annoying (she has worst things to say, but she's trying to be polite). Alexander was a toddler when she left for boarding school in England. She remembers playing with him often. He was an okay baby. Very cute and a joy to be around. Imagine her surprise when she comes back and he's a little shit. She'd already decided to keep her distance, Alexander made it easy. And who named this child Junior as a first name? Dreadful name, honestly. She calls him by his middle name, because it's a good name.
For the aesthetic. _______________________________________________ Georgiana Elizabeth Vanburen
She/Her | 20 | British & African-American | 5'4 | 185lb _______________________________________________ Detached _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Passion and hobbies are important in life. Keeps the crippling emotions away." ___________________________________
ART HISTORY ⫻ If it was an artistic movement Georgie knows the ends and outs of everything, even the movements she doesn't particularly enjoy.
GARDENING ⫻ Her favorite hobby that's one of the few ways she can express herself without saying what she's feeling in so many words. Know how to speak her language and anyone can speak to her.
EMBROIDERY ⫻ She's not the next Vera Wang, but she does like to embroider flowers into plain outfits to make it original and unique to her.
OBJECTIVITY ⫻ Georgie can look at most situations from an objective and logical point of view to the point that empathy doesn't play a part in her decision making. Sometimes the hard choices are the ones that don't give much of a fuck about a person's feelings and sensitivities.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'm perfect no matter how you look at it."
Georgie has never thought of herself as someone other than perfect. Every time she looks in the mirror it's a reminder that no one can tell her different. She has smooth golden brown skin she takes care of with face treatments, lotions, and skin corrector. There's freckles concentrated under her eyes and across her nose and a few dot her chin. If she had to choose her best features her captivating brown eyes, long lashes, bow shaped, full lips, and her dark curly hair would be in the running for number one. She's a few inches from average height and a little chubby. She's curvy, has DD breasts, and she has to fit her pants to her butt so they're always big in her waist. She wears her naturally curly hair freely or pulled back into little ponytails when she's gardening. Her ears were pierced and her sense of style are dresses, skirts, and flower aesthetics. If there' a flower on it she'll wear it. Sometimes she adds flower designs to clothing she thinks is cute, but plain. She wears a golden carnation flower ring on her pointer finger. Why flowers? Because they're beautiful and mean different things; most people are none the wiser about hidden meanings when they think getting flowers is a nice gesture.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Sorry I'm not emotionally available. Let me pencil you into my schedule to make time for your concerns."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ Georgie wants to be an art curator, especially at the Louvre. Georgie loves art movements that came before the 1920s and most of those works are at the Louvre. Art was elegant then and had interesting historical events at that sparked the movements. Now a piece of tissue stuck to the wall with gum can be called art if there's a contrived enough meaning attached. She's well aware that art movements during the 20s and afterwards are influenced by social issues at the time, but she could careless about anything involved with WWI and after.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Georgie believes that objectivity and logic are the keys to life. It's human nature to get attached to someone or something and it could easily ruin a person's life goals. However, if people were to take a step back and consider what they'll gain without certain attachments they're more likely to get what they want. Useless things lead to useless ends.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Asexual with a side of aesthetic attraction. Some days Georgie wants to vomit just thinking about swapping bodily fluids with someone else, and on others she can't think of a less stimulating experience than sex (no one could do better at pleasing her than her own hand). She'd rather listen to WWI enthusiast. There are times when she sees someone that makes her heart flutter. It could be the way they wear their hair, or their outfit is just right, or maybe a physical feature is absolutely beautiful. Bring aesthetics to the table and she'll wanna flirt.
FEARS ⫻ Georgie fears attachments that lead to failure. For every goal she's set in her life she had to sacrifice personal relationships to get there. She couldn't be close with her friends, because she used her free time to study. England had one of the best schools for art, so she didn't live with her family growing up and as consequence doesn't know them well nor do they know her. She broke up with her boyfriend, because they were going to different universities in different countries and she wouldn't make the commitment to try long distance if it interfered with her studies. Her sacrifices will not be in vain for people that aren't permanent.
REPUTATION ⫻ Georgie is James's foreign child that Araminta citizens tend to forget exist. She's only around during the summer and some Christmases if it isn't too inconvenient. She doesn't see it as home. More of a vacation spot if anything. In the family she is the sister her siblings don't really know anymore. She used to be the annoying little sister that followed them anywhere, but she grew out of that when she went away. Any attempts to get to know her are met with superficial answers and general disinterest. It's not hard to be away year after year if she doesn't truly know who they are and vice versa. However, she does leave a bouquet of flowers from her garden every Monday morning, during the summer, in each of their bedrooms. She may not know them well, but she does still care in her own half-heart way.
THOUGHTS ABOUT FATHER ⫻ James is more so a sponsor that funds her education at private schools and university, than a father. She ask for monetary support for her goals and he gives it freely with the stipulation that she comes to spend her summers in Araminta every year. Two months out of a year of her time isn't a big sacrifice on her part. She threw in a personal garden she can tend to and is well kept by a gardener when she's not there as part of the deal. She resents him a smidge of a bit for not coming to see her in private school. She doesn't think it's genuine for him to want her around once a year just to leave on some escapade when she's around. Whatever. Vaguely wanting the attention of a man she hardly knows doesn't pertain to her goals.
FLAWS ⫻ Georgie's unwillingness to have emotional attachments keep her from fully experiencing love the way normal people do. It's always business, 'What can you do for me?' and 'What can I do for you?' Anything that's not gainful isn't worth her time. She misses out on birthday parties, vacations, real human connections. She thinks logically when she's emotionally overwhelmed. She's prone to shutting down, resetting herself, and using logic to solve her problems. People tend to thing she's a heartless robot with a pleasant smile, but she's not. She buries negative emotions deep. She'll express positive emotions, because that means something went right. Achieving goals makes her happy. She doesn't know if anything else can. Things that should make her happy don't. Not birthdays, holidays, her family, friends, and lovers when she has them. Here and there thoughts of whether she's broken slips through and she pencils in when she's available for her next breakdown.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Quite simple. Nothing to kick up a fuss about."
Georgie can say with confidence she doesn't know her mother. She was some woman from somewhere that stayed with James at the Vanburen estate at sometime. James couldn't tell her anything other than Georgie looks like her and that she was set on naming her baby some iteration of George. Georgiana is the name she settled on, before leaving her with James. She'd nearly forgotten there was something James could tell her. Her mother was hellbent on a goal she had to complete. As much as she talked about it at length with James it went in through one ear and out the other. Money exchanged hands, Georgiana was born, and her mother was off in the wind. She's not surprised. Up until she left she's seen plenty women come and go from James's life. Whatever he wanted from them at the time, they gave it, then they left. Georgie played with her siblings when they had the time for her. Tyler and Shane were almost a teenagers by the time she was old enough to keep up, she and Oscar didn't share the same interest, and Trisha didn't like her so much. There was a disconnect, but she was still the annoying little sister that wanted her big brothers' attention.
Georgie got into art when she was five. James, on the occasion he wanted to bond, would take her to the art museum in downtown Araminta. The portraits were beautiful, the sculptures magnificent, the most visually gratifying thing she's ever seen. James, taking an interest in Georgie's interest, read her books that explained different art movements throughout history. Her favorite was the Classical period. Everything was crisp, clean, and perfect. Georgie likes perfect. Around the time James sent Tyler to boarding school in France he got the idea to send Georgie to England to study at a prestigious art school. Only children with rich enough parents and an aptitude for the arts could get in. That wasn't an issue for Georgie. She passed the interview with flying colors. Of course she did. There's no doubting her knowledge on art, even as a child.
The first year Georgie had a hard time adjusting to British culture and their way of speaking. While she was a well spoken child, she was still too American, so she adapted. Catching onto the accent was easy, she's heard James's accent all her life. The posh way of speaking was the hard part. She had to broaden her vocabulary, pronounce words the Southern English way, she even had a tutor that taught her RP English, though she doesn't have a practical use for it if she's not meeting the Queen. She doubts that's ever going to happen. Slowly, but surely anything she was like at home shifted into a new girl that wasn't annoying and in her siblings' faces. She was posh, proper, darling Georgie. She was afraid of going home during her first year for fear that being in America would ruin all the hard work she put into being acceptable in the eyes of her British peers. For three years she didn't come home and James had to bribe her with continuing to pay for her school and a personal garden to get her to come back. Gardening was a hobby she picked up at school. There was a club that did arrangements out of the flowers they tended to and they were an aesthetic Georgie was attracted to.
In the three years she was away, Georgie learned bullies were starved for emotional reactions, so she stopped reacting. If they said anything about where she came from, her family, or anything to insult her she'd smile and politely insult them, then go about their day. Most of the time she'd forget their name. No better way to hurt a bully's pride than to ask "Who are you again?" She became known as a steel wall at her school.
When she came home for the first time in three years she wasn't expecting Tyler to be Sabrina. It was a change she hadn't seen coming. Quite jarring actually with England's anti-trans stances. Not that she bought into bigotry. Like anything she adjusted. It'd been so long, since she'd last seen Tyler that he would've been just as much a stranger as Sabrina is if she didn't transition at all. Georgie still kept her distance, even though it ate at her little by little not to have the relationships she used to with her siblings. She sucked it up and dealt with it. She didn't put in all that work to become Americanized. She did what she could to show she cared from her corner of the manor. She tended to her new garden and made flower arrangements she left in her sibling's bedrooms every Monday morning to show off the skills she learned in club.
Through the years, Georgie excelled in her classes and when she graduated from Secondary school James was ready to bring her home, but England was her home now. It'd be too weird to permanently be around people she didn't much care to be around minus the obligatory presents during Christmas and birthday cards. She'd built up an outline of her life to succeed in becoming an art curator: - Further Education - University of Edinburgh for a History of Arts degree - Internship at the Louvre - Louvre art curator
Her life of art was set and James's wants to bring her "home" weren't going to derail her plans. James relented and got her a condo to stay in while she took her A-level classes in art, history, and design.
During her two years of study, she established a relationship with a boy from secondary school. Lucien was nice, he had floppy blond hair, and baby blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her. He treated her well, even during arguments about not spending enough time together, ones she shut down every time. He even accepted her when she blew him off to study. Lucien wanted to be a patisserie, she loved that he had a dream for himself. He was her first everything. They had sex whenever he was in the mood, but she didn't enjoy herself. It got to the point she didn't want to anymore, because it was gross or she was bored. Heavy petting was good on occasion. Other than little hiccups their relationship was fine. The downside was that she was going to university in Scotland after she passed A-levels and he was going to France. She couldn't get distracted from her goals by splitting her attention between university work and a long distance relationship. Lucien didn't want them to be over, but it wasn't up for discussion. She promptly broke his heart, then forgot he ever existed.
University was much the same as all her education exploits, best grades, brightest future, each goal checked off the list. Everything changed when James dropped dead. She was home for Christmas that year, sipping her wine, and ignoring the argument between James and Oscar. She didn't care what it was about. Had nothing to do with her, ergo not her business. Oscar stormed from the house like an upset maiden and she retreated to her room when she finished her food. She didn't know that'd be the last time she'd see James alive. The news was shocking and she cried not for his death, but not knowing the content of his will. What if she didn't get a dime for being away for so long? That wasn't a problem after the reading of the will stating most of the money went to the biological children along with ownership in the family business, and the orphans got the scraps. Good. She can continue her goals without disruption. She had gone out to her garden to take care of her winter flowers and found a gold carnation ring in the dirt. When she touched it a spirit whispered in her ear, said that it watched her take care of flowers for years and that it thought her garden was perfect. She put the ring on and spoke to it every day for the duration of her visit. She didn't think about it too hard. James exposed her to supernatural artifacts and happening young. She said she's take care of it always if she could bring it with her everywhere. The spirit agreed with her. Before she left back to Scotland, a dimension opened in her ring and sucked it in.
After his death she had no intentions of ever stepping into Araminta again, unless someone else died, but her joints stiffen up around the anniversary of James's death. At first she thought it was arthritis, which was weird. She wasn't aware that it was a medical condition James suffered, then again it could be from her mother's side, but the next morning she couldn't move her right hand. It was solid stiff like stone. She felt it had something to do with James and magic, so she booked a flight home. The moment she stepped foot on the Vanburen grounds her hand healed. She learned she couldn't leave the estate and had to request her school to put her education on hold for medical purposes. This is not perfect.
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "My power is as beautiful and deadly as a flower itself."
TYPE ⫻ Aberration: Agent
ABSTRACTION ⫻The Garden is a dimension of Georgie's own creation with all the flowers she can control or summon for attack and defense.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Georgie moved the personal garden James made for her to a different dimension after his death, so she could have it with her always. It's her way of grieving, but she hasn't processed it yet. The Garden is accessed through her gold carnation ring. She can summon a big portal to fit people through or a small one the size of a sunflower. If anyone gets caught in her dimension they're in a spot of trouble. She can control all the flowers there to do her bidding, such as root and petal manipulation, size manipulation, and petal imprisonment. Outside the dimension she can't control her flowers the same way. The flower petals she summons shoot out from the small portal like razor sharp bullets. Bigger portals release a blizzard of razor sharp petals. Anyone in the path gets cut up. She can escape through the portal to get out of a situation, but she'll come back in the same spot she left. And she can summon a giant flower that's as hard as steel to protect her.
LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)
WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)
Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Always Georgie, even in your dreams."
Georgiana is a terrible name. Quite dreadful. For someone as magnificent as her she could've been an Alexandria, Victoria, or Olivia. Something pretty and strong sounding. Georgiana is what she's stuck with, so she settled for at least making it cute. Georgie is what she prefers to be called. Not Georgiana, George, Geordie or Geor, a cheeky boy called her that once. Georgie.
Herik almost dropped his phone when Madison burst out Jaws the exact moment the call connected to Vashti.
"What?” Her voice sounded vacant like she wasn't paying attention, but he answered anyway.
"Claudette's dead and Kimberly has something to do with it." He couldn't specify her role, since Madison and Penny didn't believe she would betray them. He only caught half that conversation, since he was also trying to listen on the phone. He didn't get an answer. The news was shocking and he's sure she needs time to process, but when the silence dragged on too long he called out her name, hoping he'd get an answer. When he heard the phone drop, he pulled it back from his ear, the clatter on the floor pierced his eardrum.
"Vashti!" He called again, but nothing. He hung up, worried that something bad happened to her, yet there was nothing he could do for her in Miami when she's four hours away. Two members of the Dollhouse showed up claiming the plan was to take out the big three in the organization, but they got in the way and that the Kimberly that attacked them was probably an extra-normal human that could copy someone's appearance. That made sense, but what didn't make sense was Kimberly not telling them her involvement with them before. He never trusted her, but he didn't want anything to do with her anymore. Her old dealing with them was disgusting. He hopes she rots wherever DENS puts her when they find her.
~*~
Two weeks passed and he hadn't heard anything from the Coven. That was fine. It gave him time to heal, process another sister's death, and check on his mother every day like he should have. He should've never gone to Miami in the first place, not when she's here getting worse every by the week. She's bluer than the last time he saw her. Her heart's still strong, but she looked like she would die any day. DENS was supposed to get them the potions needed to break the curse, but how long that would take worried him. He'd gotten his cast off finally and has physical therapy twice a week. It looks weird to walk on his leg again. The muscles are weak from being off of it for so long, but the therapy helps little by little. He doesn't see himself running or swimming any time soon, but he's better than he was.
He sat beside his mother when he received a message from Lyss to meet up. Hopefully she has good news. He kissed his mother on her forehead, her skin too cool, the blue lines on her face darker. She doesn't have a lot of time left he knows, and he doesn't want to go but he could leave and come back with the thing that'll help her. He had to go.
Herik arrived at the house and took a seat next to Vashti on the pool side. The water was freezing on his legs, but it helped with the burning sun above. Lyss said there was only two potions, instead of the three they needed. One of them would be without. His face fell. He decided along time ago that he'd do whatever he needed to help his mother and between the three of them Vashti didn't need it as much as he and Emily's sister did. He was sorry it came to this. Emily vouched for both of them and wasn't so kind in letting Vashti down.
He turned to Vashti to apologize that he couldn't back down from this only for her to beat him to it.
“It’s okay, Emily. You’re right. They need it more than me. I’ll manage.” From the way she said it to the way she smiled didn't sit right with him. Something was wrong, but he needed this potion and he was willing to feign ignorance just this once.
"Thank you, Vashti. You're so kind." He didn't attempt to put any heart in his words or to follow her to the deckchair. Mariah immediately voted in favor of him and Emily, but he still hadn't said his piece.
"I don't think my mother will make it to the end of the week. She could die tomorrow or today. She doesn't look well." He said the last part softly, holding onto his tears cause when he sees her face in his mind, her sallow, pale, blue face it brings him to tears. "I don't know what condition your sister is in, Emily, but I don't want you to wait five years like I have and see her waste away every day." He dabbed at his eyes with his t-shirt, some of his tears stained his shirt, he sniffed and got himself together. There's a potion for his mother here, he'll get it and she'll recover. Everything's fine. He should be happy, so he smiled. Not his brightest, but it helped him not feel so sad.
Lyss brought them some time when she forced Luis and Babylon into the wall. That's good enough for him. He helped her onto Asta's back, pulling her up with her good arm and kept a good hold on her so she didn't fall off, then they backed away from the fight. Penny was ready to keep going, but they didn't have to. The Dollhouse were covered in a blue mist, then they disappeared. Crisis averted. Or so he thought. They were all in the parking lot with the DENS agents. He's ripped a part of his shirt to wrap around Lyss's shoulder, hoping that'd stop the bleed until they were able to get to the hosptial. He's just tied the knot when Helena told them Claudette didn't make it. Claudette didn't...what?
His head swam and suddenly everything was spinning. He clumsily climbed off Asta's back, paid barely any mind to his leg, and collapsed on the ground. This couldn't be happening. Not another sister. Not the one person that was actually leading them in the right direction. The one person he had faith in not to get them all killed, to actually take care of them. He sobbed loud and hard. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to Claudette without all the usual drama between members. If he hadn't just stood there when she got shot. If he'd done something maybe she's still be alive. Rationally he knew there was nothing he could do for bullet wounds, but his rationality could take a backseat, because nothing made sense anymore. He couldn't hear all the arguing going on around him over his tears.
If he hadn't suggested that Kimberly help them they wouldn't be in this mess. His, Vashti's, nor Emily's problems were solved, their sister was dead, and the person that got away with it was no where to be found. He hoped the Coven didn't hate him for this. He's responsible for bringing her into their lives, which makes him indirectly responsible for Claudette being dead. And now Kimberly was off in the wind and...Oh no. They left her with Vashti. He puts a lot of stoke in Leviathan keeping her alive, but if she had her guard down then it wouldn't been easy to take her out. He rubbed at his tears, while taking out his phone. He dialed Vashti's number, hoping she'd pick up, that she was safe, that another member didn't end up dead.
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