Georgie didn't much care for whatever Sabrina had to say. She can spew whatever nonsense about not hating her and loving her all she wants, but she doesn't believe for a moment that it's true. There's only one thing she said that got Georgie off the floor.
If we just pull together, we can solve this and never have to deal with this again. So... just open the door and come with me. We need you."
She could careless if they needed her, but she needed this curse gone to get back to her life. She used the bed to drag herself off the floor. It took her a moment to stumble to the door, but she opened it for Sabrina. Bits of vomit stained her nightgown and covered her mouth.
"It wasn't locked."
She kept it short, letting her into the dark room, before going to the en suite bathroom. The bright lights gave her a headache, but pushed forward to the shower and turned it on. Cold water hit her scalp and drenched her hair. It woke her up, giving her the energy she needed to get her arse moving. She turned it off, wrapped a towel around her hair, then brushed her teeth and washed her face at the sink. Once refreshed, she undressed in her room, no qualms about being mostly naked in front of Sabrina. She changed back into her black sweater with roses on the sleeves, a black skirt, and wool tights.
"Where are we bloody going and what's the plan?" she asked, putting on her snow boots and winter coat. She grabbed a comb from the sink, combing out the kinks and wet curls. She pulled her hair up into bun on top of her head and hoped she didn't get a cold from wet hair in the winter.
Or rather, Georgie almost fell asleep. A loud pounding on her door startled her. She sat up, heart pounding and breathless. Were they being attacked again? Though, she suspected the wiccan would blow another hole through the mansion and wouldn't bother knocking on the door.
"Georgie, can we talk?" Sabrina called through the door.
A familiar voice, one she didn't want to hear any time soon since she yelled at her before. Sabrina's never yelled at her before. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, it hurt and shocked her and made her cry. She's not a little girl anymore. There's no one she can cry to when she's sad or scared. She hasn't had a shoulder since she moved to London a decade ago. No one was there for her when she needed them, so she doesn't need anyone now.
"What's there to talk about? I hate it here. Everyone hates me. Leave me 'lone!" she yelled, accent thick in her drunken slur.
She leaned down for her house shoe. A wave of dizziness came over her from her sudden position change. She fell off the bed, creating a loud thud.
"Ow," she groaned.
The fall didn't stop her from her mission. She grabbed the shoe and lobbed it at the door.
"S'en aller!" she tried to yell again, but her words were cut off by her vomiting up all she's drank in the last thirty minutes. She head hurt, her stomach hurt. Drinking on an empty stomach was a mistake and she didn't make mistakes. She retched over and over, holding her stomach. She didn't have the strength to make it off the floor to bathroom, so she sat there and suffered. This was the worst night of her life.
Georgie went to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen and took out a bottle of sweet white wine. Not her drink of choice. In London, beers and harder drinks are the norm in pubs. On the rare occasions her ex got her out of the house, she'd knock back a few and get trashed, but that wasn't her goal tonight. She needed something to take the edge off the day and a wine to keep her warm, but won't knock her on her arse will do the trick. She popped open the bottle with the wine opener, then poured it into her thermos. It mixed with the tea and that might be an awful combination, but she's had worse swell. Lucien wasn't known for his taste in pubs.
A little less than half the bottle was left, so she took it with her in case she needed a refill, then she made her way down the ruined hallway, passed wrecked living room, then stopped when she got the library. Should she go to her room and drink herself to sleep or should she study all she can about whatever monsters James came across during his life? She decided to go to bed. She cared about the situation earlier, but her efforts were futile. They're all going to get themselves killed. Whatever. No skin off her nose. She took a large gulp of her tea and wine concoction. The sweet alcoholic taste of wine mixed with the Earl Grey tea wasn't the best combination, but not the worst she's had. Not like she cares.
She went upstairs to the East Wing where her room was, happy it's on the opposite end of the mansion to the living room. She downed another gulp of tea and wine and kicked off her boots. The liquor warmed her and made her slightly tipsy. She hasn't eaten in hours, so the wine hit harder than it usually would. She changed into her flannel floral nightgown, then laid down in bed, wrapped in her covers. She pressed her face into the pillow and cried. She wants to go home. She wants her life back. She hates it here. Everything was fine, then James did something to wreck everything. Even in death, he's a piece of shit. Crying and drinking hit her hard. She fell asleep before she realized it.
Georgie took a sip of her tea and pretended that Sabrina yelling at her for the first time in ever didn't rattle her. Not much shook her resolve and made her want to break down, but she held it together. She sat up straighter and schooled her face, completely stoic. No more smiles or little smirks. She's over this.
"I doubt you can take on more than one of them," what's his face said.
"I'm sure I didn't ask you to be concerned for my wellbeing. I'll handle myself," she said.
And if she died trying, then so be it. The claustrophobicness of their situation had been weighting on her for weeks. James's death still heavy in her heart. Her schooling on hold, because she can't continue her program overseas. Too much going wrong when everything had gone right, for the most part, for about decade now. She didn't know how to handle it and she didn't want to. Not even Patty calling her full name bothered her right now. It's about time for her to have a mental breakdown anyway. A good cry to settle her emotions and relieve her of some of the stress from her circumstances.
“Well this family already has one mistake. I wouldn’t want to make another,” Tinsel said.
Georgie couldn't even take joy in her obvious display of nerves. She'll think about this later and laugh about it to herself. Probably bring it up to jab her with, but for now, she settled on keeping her response short.
"We're all mistakes, Tinsel."
She set her thermos on the floor beside her chair, then stood and reached for the skull Arabelle handed over. She almost cracked a smile at Arabelle's huffiness towards Tinsel, but she kept her expression schooled. She never had much opinion about Arabelle. She did her work well and didn't annoy her. She could respect someone, outside the family, that also didn't like Tinsel. Most of the town kissed that woman's arse on the regular. Quite peculiar and disgusting.
“What is this Garden, anyways? Is it what you call your abstraction?” Arabelle asked. Her voice quiet to keep it between the two of them.
"Yes. It's my own personal dimension where I control and manipulate everything in it." She took the skull and opened a portal to the Garden big enough for the skull to fit inside. She let Arabelle have a little look inside, then tossed the skull in where the soil absorbed it, losing it in the fields.
Even with a portal that small, it strained her like trying to pull something heavy. She quickly closed it and sat down for a bit of a breather and drank more of her tea. It took a few minutes for her to feel normal. With her part of the plan complete, there was no other reason for her to stick around.
"I assume you all know how to keep mum about where the skull is?" She sounded it skeptical. Too many people know where it is, so someone was bound to fuck it up somehow. "Though, I'm sure some of you would be happy to get rid of me, I digress. I'll be in my room if you need me."
She slid opened the door into the kitchen, then turned back.
"Don't need me for any reason. If any of you die on this mission, I don't want to hear about it." And with that, she officially took her leave.
Georgie could instantly tell no was keen on staying home. Fine by her. If they want to gallivant around town hunting a Wiccans with less brain cells than an ameba, then that's their propagative. Georgie's made up her mind. She's staying home.
"... but are you all cool with being cooped up in here twenty-four, seven?" Justin said, "Eventually, one of us has to go out. And waiting around when we don't know the exact details of your curse is not the wisest idea... we don't know if there's some trigger that will cause it to instantly kill all of you."
"... And besides," Sabrina said, "You're the last person who would want to be stuck in here with reminders of James, Georgie."
"Whatever your name is, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want to stay home. And Sabrina, chère, the whole town has James's name on it. No matter where I go, I'll be reminded of him anyway. Matters not if in the house or on the street."
Apparently no one else had the sense to ignore Sabrina's terrible suggestion of giving the skull to the Wiccans, so she stood listening to them explain why it's a bad idea, when it's obvious why it's a bad idea. Namely, the Triple Goddess destroying the world and Georgie's goals being flushed down the fucking toilet.
The last person she wanted to see, rivaling Patty, was Tinsel. Patty was an idiot, but at least she wasn't fake. Merry mother came around with mugs for everyone. Nineteen fifties housewife was not a good look on her. It never had been. She's glad she didn't serve her any. Mother dearest probably spit in it or slipped everyone cyanid. She'd be so lucky if Patty dropped dead.
“Ah, Georgie, you looked through dad’s writings, right? Did he mention anything about the Triple Goddess?”, Oscar asked.
”At least it’s better than Georgiana’s idea, I’m not staying inside just cause some weirdos want that stupid skull,” Patty said after, her voice irritating as ever.
Finally, someone asking smart questions and Patty had to ruin it. Her full name out of her mouth almost caused her to have a visceral reaction. "Patty, please leave the conversation to the intellectuals. Oh, pardon me. Was that word too big to understand? I meant smart people." She smiled as condescendingly as she could at Patty, then answered Oscar's questions.
"James indeed said quite a bit. The Triple Goddess and Horned God are a pair. Stronger together than a part. They control elemental magic, give people pleasure, knowledge, and power." She rolled her wrist in a dismissive gesture.
"Cults are a thing for these two. They give Extra-Normal abilities to their members to do their bidding for them, which leads me to believe that we weren't absolutely obliterated by the Triple Goddess earlier, because she doesn't have the power to do so. Think about it, she came and went so quickly. What if she's so weak that she can only appear for a certain amount of time before she's used up all her power and goes dormant again? He also said that she can be defeated by artificial materials, but that could mean anything." She shrugged.
Georgie sat down on a patio chair, legs crossed, enjoying her tea. It's still hot. Good. She loathe to put it in the microwave should it needed heating up and a making a whole new thermos would be wasteful.
“My family might seem like they enjoy disagreeing with one another and arguing in circles, but we were all raised to do the right thing. This is our cross to bear and it’d be wrong to shove all of the weight on to someone else. We’ll all help you two deal with the Triple Goddess. I mean, you’re the experts!" Tinsel said, her voice dreadful.
"Tinsel, please, shut your gob," Georgie said, purposely getting her name wrong.
"Most of us were raised to be successful, a few of us don't have the genes to make that happen." She pointedly stared at Shane and Patty.
"And you are a whore after James's own heart. At least you know what condoms are for." She took another sip of tea, smiling like the biggest bitch at the ball.
"Also, don't speak for me. My cross to bear is in academia and I'm only here, because being stone isn't in vogue. Unless this Triple Goddess bullshit has anything to do with breaking the curse, beside me hiding her bloody boyfriend, I don't plan to help beyond the confines of our broken home."
Georgie held out her hand to Arabelle in a give-me gesture for the skull, ready to toss it in the portal and let the garden bury it.
Georgie sighed. Her breathe cloudy in the cold. Justin couldn't have this meeting in the kitchen? That didn't get ruined in the fight. In facet, the kettle on the stove should be ready soon. The earlier ambush ruined afternoon tea, then she had to change out her clothes and ring her hair after almost drowning by one of the wiccans, and then she spent the rest of the day with a few helping hands finding every apparition James mentioned in his writings. The few found in the library were locked away in The Garden. She thought perhaps the evening would be calmer, but no. It's one thing after another about shit she couldn't care less about.
She still couldn't believe Oscar brought this little team here to "help", especially when they're bright idea is to attack the wiccans. Not a one has a brain cell. Petty's pretty much brain dead in her opinion. Shane almost formed one with his idea if finding pictures online to get a feel of the place. It wouldn't beer hard for them to go to city hall and ask for blueprints, but that's too much work. She rolled her eyes and went back into the kitchen while they talk nonsense. The kettle called her name.
She made green tea with three sugar cubes in a thermos and went back outside in time for Arabelle to reveal she had The Horned God ram skull it was sealed in. That's quite the reveal. Tonight may be interesting yet. So far Ezra and Arabelle are beneficial to the group.
She cleared her throat, taking a sip of tea, then said,"Or, I can hold onto the skull. Every apparition James hid in the house is now in my Garden. What's no more thing to hold? I'm the only safe bet here. They can't get to it, unless I open the Garden and if I die, then it's trapped there forever. Problem solved."
The tea warmed her so much that she took off her leather and sheep fur-lined long coat, revealing a black jumper with red roses on the sleeves, a black skirt and wool tights. Her boys came up to her calfs.
"Ezra, dear, as good as your idea to find this healer is, there's a chance she's playing the long game. Lull us into a false sense of security, find out all our secrets to plot our downfall, then go for the kill."
She took a sip of her tea. "It's what I would do. So, we either go with your plan and feed her convincing bullshit to gain her trust while throwing her off, or we could go with my idea: stay here and do nothing. They're bound to try again, which means we fortify the mansion and stay vigilant. We'll have home advantage and can make several plans centered around the layout of the house. Having the home advantage, we could wipe them out."
For the aesthetic. _______________________________________________ Georgiana Elizabeth Vanburen
She/Her | 20 | British & Black | 5'4 | 215lb _______________________________________________ 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, and she and Oscar didn't share the same interest. 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? Gross.
I'm a right bitch, but she takes the tea. _______________________________________________
Sabrina is the sibling Georgie thinks the most highly of. Before she transitioned, she didn't brush her off when she wanted to play and had 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 him 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, then she doesn't care that much. If he wants to die young that's on him. Just one less person with their 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 second to worst sibling of all. Congrats, she's finally not dead last at something in life. 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.
Appearance: Ophrenia is 5'7 and 160lbs. When she first got to Borehole the right side of her head was shaved, but after being there for awhile its grown back awkward, short, and poofy. The perm she had got washed out a long time ago. Now it's a curly kinky mess she keeps in a ponytail. If she could dye it, she would, but Borehole doesn't have basic privileges like hair dye, so she's stuck with her hair being dark. Her eyes are purple, because of her powers. They glow when she uses them.
Her breasts are average, her hips are wide, she has three piercing in each ear, and a nose ring. At least she had them. They took them away along with her leather jacket when she first arrived. She assumed it was because they think she could stab someone with her hex ring, but apparently there's some metal manipulator somewhere in the Hole, but she's never met them. Her voice is husky.
On the back of her right hand she has a red tattoo of her favorite band's symbol: I Prevail. There's a visor over her eyes that's too dark for anyone to make eye contact with her. She can see just fine in them, although in a bright room everything is dim. They were kind enough to add lights to it, so she could see when it's too dark in a room. She wears a standard issue black prison jumpsuit. She keeps the top down, has a purple tank top underneath it, and has the sleeves wrapped around her waist.
Psyche Profile: Loud. Screams a lot, like screamo screaming. Sings just as much as screaming. She's good at it. Other that she keeps her nose clean. Stays to herself or with the few people the have similar behavior. She's so good it's suspicious. Since no one can see her eyes, they never know what she's thinking. She could be looking at you or taking stock of the guard's routine. She hasn't shown advanced intelligence, but all the singing and good behavior could be a misdirect to something more devious.
When she smiles, it's like she knows something you don't know. It's disconcerting. Even though the visor nullifies her powers, the guards still give a wide berth if they can help it. Someone would a physical ability isn't as scary as someone that could get into your head and pull out the worse from the depths of your mind. That terrifies most people, and some of the shit the guards have seen traumatized them. They don't want to be around someone that could pull up bad memories.
Background: Ophrenia was a lot of things before her time at the Borehole. She used to sing solo in her church's choir as a kid. She joined Girl Scouts when she was ten, got bored and quit. Did drama club all through middle school, then joined a neighborhood rock band in high school. She took an interest in screamo, and she's been fucking up her voice ever since. Not really. She took good care of her voice when she still had the resources to do so.
The idea of college wasn't her thing. She saw beyond the bullshit of the American education system, and decided to work different jobs to pay for studio time with her band. Retail and fast food were the worst jobs she's ever had, but she did good work when she was there. She worked in an Amazon warehouse for a year, before she quit that to move to California once she and her band had the funds. Life on the west coast wasn't easy. Way too expensive from the middle class community they came from. There's a soap opera worth a drama she could go into, but it's not worth it.
However, through all the bullshit, her band almost made it. She got the public's attention with her powers. Reports popped up of people seeing their deepest, darkest fears while they attended her band's concert. Of course people wrote it off as a hoax, but the more she used it once they got the traction they needed, the more eyes turned to them. The worst being the authorities that be that kept eyes on people like her. She was arrested, and locked in the Borehole on the eve of her twenty-fourth birthday.
Skills, Talents and Learning: Singing, screamo, sales pitching, good interpersonal skills, and improv. Other her her passions, everything else is just bits and pieces of skills she's acquired over the years from different jobs and activities.
Power(s) and Capabilities: Ophrenia can't read minds like people thinks she can or show their deepest darkest fears. It's much simpler than that. Anyone that looks into her eyes when they're glowing, sees their deepest trauma. Doesn't matter if they've repressed the memories or have completely forgotten about it, they get brought to the forefront. And the kicker? She can't see what anyone else sees. To her she's just looking at a person freaking out, or frozen in fear, or fighting whatever trauma they don't want to relive.
Power Limits: The person effected only sees their trauma for five minutes and she can't effect the person more than once a day.
Known Vulnerabilities: If she uses it on at least twelve people within twenty-four hours, she'll go blind for an hour. The time of when this happens is sporadic, since it applies whether she uses it on twelve people at once or different times throughout the day.
Motives: Staying alive to see another day motives her. She's not like most of the psychos she's locked up with and could easily end up dead without her powers to protect herself. She doesn't antagonize the guards and stays on good behavior for the little safety she can get. She dreams of going back to her band and reaching stardom, but she can't do that if she escapes. Music's too main stream and she has a specific vocal skill set that a lot of women don't have. That's too much of a target on her back. If she could get out, she'd disappear into the mountains somewhere, live in a log cabin, and hope the authorities don't find her again.
Level: Threat level, as defined by the Borehole's parameters. I will assign this to your character.
Recommended Containment Procedures: Ophrenia's visor keeps her powers under lock and key. She can't make eye contact if no one can see her eyes. The visor is locked onto her temples by sharp probes made out of some metal like material. It's anchored to her face and no amount of pulling will get it off. She's tried just to see what happens. Hurts like a bitch to pull on, so she leaves it alone. Since the visor is the only thing keeping her powers in check, she's locked in a normal cell and doesn't have to have guards around her twenty-four-seven.
Notes:She sometimes sings I Prevail songs or songs her band created to keep herself sane in a place as dangerous as The Hole.
NOTICE: All information is considered confidential to the Federal Agency of Metahuman Affairs. Disclosure of information is subject to disciplinary actions up to imprisonment.
Accessing Personal Records...
Open Data for Senna Kinkade: Y/N?
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Senna Kinkade
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"Yes, I'm cute enough to steal your girl or boy." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
The first thing people notice about Senna, other than his pretty face, is his smile. His perfect, straight teeth are the work of years of wearing braces, and he doesn't fuck around when it comes to his teeth. The other thing people notice is his height and build. He's tall and moderately muscular. He hits the gym several times a week, mostly to check people out, pumping iron is just an extra benefit. Across his nose and under his eyes is a long scar he got from when he was caught in a gang altercation as a child. His hair his black and curly. He uses leave in conditioner to get his hair right. He keeps it off his forehead if he can help it. If he forgets to buy his hair products, then he'll comb it out and clip it back with hair pins. He's been into side fades for the last few months.
In his nose is a horseshoe septum. He has two piercings in each ear. Studs are his go to for earrings, but he's been a hoops mood lately. On both his arms are tattoos of lilies. Three on the right for his family, and one on the left for his sensei. He wears nail polish, any color, doesn't matter, and it's different every week.
▼ ATTIRE:
His wears rose tinted glasses, for fashion, almost everyday. His taste in clothing changes every year. Don't ask him about his embarrassing goth phase. That didn't happen. He'll deny everything even with photo evidence. This year he's into crop tops, baggy sweaters, and loose pants. His taste in patterns is questionable. He doesn't care if his outfit matches or not. For the summer, sandals and canvas shoes only. Don't ask him to put on anything that requires socks. Around his neck is a thin black choker, and his hands are adorned with silver rings, some of them rest above his first knuckle, others fit like they're supposed to.
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▼ PERSONALITY:
Senna is a free spirit. He'll go where the wind blows, literally. Sometimes he'll watch which direction the wind is blowing and go just to see where he'll end up. Sometimes he discovers something new, like an actual haunted house or find the world's biggest ball of yarn. And other times he'll get into trouble, like hitting on a biker dude at a skeevy bar he was way too young to be in. He's hard to keep track of. His sister's surprised he hasn't turned up dead yet.
He's the type to do whatever he feels like doing whenever he wants to, and doesn't fault people for doing the same. Of course, all actions have consequences, so he won't complain if something he did resulted in something bad happening. He'll deal with it when the times comes. Also, don't complain to him about your actions. He'll give you a 'bitch please' look, then tell you to 'shut the fuck up, you did it to yourself'.
He's a wanderer. There isn't a place he truly fits in, and he has a deep seated need to find where he belongs that he doesn't acknowledge. Whether this place is an actual place or people, he needs something he can feel secure in that will always be there no matter how far he travels. Friends made in school are temporary, because it's all about proximity. There's no real effort put in to maintaining those friendships when you see each other every day. Family doesn't count, because they're permanent and obligated to love him. Don't look too closely at why he's a shameless flirt. He'll deny everything if he's made to confront the truth behind him failing to make true connections with people by acting like he's not serious in the first place.
Senna likes to poke at people sometimes, especially if they're easily angered or shy. For angry people it's to get on their nerve, and for shy ones it's to bring them out of their shell. He believes he can learn a lot about a person when they say their unfiltered thoughts in the heat of the moment. Doesn't work out so well when it leads to a fight, but he hasn't gotten into one where he's taken more than minor damage. He suffers from foot-in-mouth syndrome. Half the shit he says just comes out. No thought behind what he says and how it might make another person feel, until after the fact. He's quick to apologize if he didn't mean it the way he said it, but doesn't bother if that person deserves it.
▼ SKILLS/TALENTS:
Karate - Senna's a black belt in karate, and has been for eight years. He learned after he got held hostage in a gang altercation when he was eight. It's the first license he got, before he learned how to drive. Who knew his body could become a killing machine.
Jewelry Making - His sister roped him into helping her with her Esty shop making bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and other stuff, even he's on the other side of the country. He doesn't wear anything he makes, because his sister's style is different from his. It's a neat way to make extra cash on the side, and something he can do anywhere as long as he has a kit with him.
Flirting - As much as he loves to wander, he loves to flirt even more. He doesn't have a gender preference. As long as he finds them attractive, then he makes sure they know it. He's has quite the reputation at the Academy.
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"Who needs a home, when you can get anywhere by bus or by train or by plane. Haven't been a on boat yet." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
▼ BACKSTORY:
Senna was born in the South Side of Chicago. His family was lower middle class and where comfortable, but it was hard to live in their neighborhood with prevalent crime just around the corner. His mother, Stella, wanted his father, Troy, to quit pro bono work at his law firm, so he could make more money on cases that actually paid so they could live in a better area. She hated living in a neighborhood that could put her kids in danger, but Troy didn't want to give up his work. He believed that the people in Chicago needed someone to represent them for the crimes they were arrested for. Some of them being wrongly accused. Stella stuck it out for as long as she could, but she couldn't do it anymore when there was a shooting in the apartment above them. It was rare for anything to happen on their block, but that could've been their family. Both his parents separated when he was seven, deciding to settle the divorce out of court in a decade. Stella and his older sister, Bennie, moved to San Francisco, while he stayed in Chicago with Troy.
Living with his father wasn't the best. Most of the time he was too busy working to spend time with him, which led Senna to get into trouble. There weren't any after school programs for him to join due to lack of funding, so he hung out with his friends when he didn't want to be home alone. Most of the time he was at his friends' apartments, until it was time to go home. Sometimes they'd hang out with gangbangers, because some of his friends' brothers were in gangs. One time Senna got caught up in the cross fire from a drug deal gone wrong. The guy in the opposite gang ran out of bullets after his shoot out with the police. He grabbed him as a hostage. Senna tried to fight back, but the guy cut him across the nose with a knife, saying it'd be his throat next time if didn't stop moving. He was saved by the police, but the damage was done. Little did he know that he developed powers from what happened. When he was escorted to the hospital, his father was livid. Troy told Stella what happened. She freaked out and demanded Senna come live with her. Senna didn't want to leave. He didn't know any other place than home, but regardless of what he wanted, he was shipped off across the country.
He had to share a room with Bennie when he moved in. It was back to the way it used to be. She complained for a day, because she finally had her own space but she got over it. Until he woke up screaming every night, having nightmares about what happened to him. Stella tried to get him to go to therapy, but Senna wouldn't talk to the therapist, so she sent him to karate classes instead. She thought if he learned to take care of himself, have the confidence to never be put in a position to be weak again, then the nightmares would stop and he wouldn't be afraid of everything that made him jump. She was right for the most part. Tanaka-sensei taught him how to find peace with his trauma, and gave him the strength to protect himself for the six years he was under her care. However, sensei didn't tell him how to deal with a deltahuman.
During his eighth grade year, he was on his way out of the school at the end of the day in when the principal hulked out in his office. It wasn't a secret that the his wife cheated on him with the gym teacher, but apparently the man was the last to know. He turned into anthropomorphic lion and tore his way through the hallway after the gym teacher that just fled his office. He and all the other kids tried to run away to avoid being torn to shreds, but there was too much panic. Senna got pushed around, then knocked down. The principal was seconds away from ripping into him. All he thought about was wanting him to stop, and to be saved. Memories of the shooting came to mind and felt like that helpless kid all over again. Except this time, he didn't get hurt. He glowed bright green, then the principal's body shrunk back to normal, and in his speed he crashed into the lockers. Senna didn't have time to wonder about what happened when FAMA agents showed up, apprehended the principal, and took him away in the back of a truck.
FAMA called his mother and told her the situation. He was put through a series of test and registered in the system. The agency was reluctant to let him go, because he'd have a huge target on his back once word spread that his area had a type-green deltahuman. Stella didn't want to understand what was going on. As far as she knew no one in her family had powers, and she just wanted her little boy safe at home with her. But home wasn't safe. For now he's unidentified. The situation at school was so tense and terrifying that no one noticed who stopped the principal, but that wouldn't stop certain people from going door to door until they found the boy with that type of power. Stella yielded and let them relocate her boy. FAMA sent him to Academy 002 in South Carolina, about as far as they could get from California.
The program was only supposed to be four years, but Senna's spent eight years there. The longest out of everyone in his friend group. He finished by the time he was eighteen and technically graduated, but FAMA kept him on as a way to try to persuade him to join the agency. As a Power he'd be instrumental in hostile deltahuman cases, but Senna doesn't want any part of it. After he graduated, he started acting out. He'd leave without telling anyone where he was going, and ended up in the most random places. He always went back, because he got free room, board, and food. FAMA eventually sent agents to tail him wherever he went just to make sure he didn't get kidnapped. To date he's never used his powers outside the training room once he started at the Academy.
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"No, I don't get off on the power to take other's powers away. I'm into different kinks." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
▼ CLASSIFICATION:
Type-Green
▼ POWER INFORMATION:
Power negation: Senna turn off any deltahuman's ability just by thinking about it. It used to be triggered by a sense of helplessness, but he's learned to control it in all his years at the Academy, and can do it on command. His ability turns off other deltahuman abilities for fifteen minutes.
▼ LIMITS:
He can only turn off the abilities of people he can sense. In his education at the Academy he learned about deltahumans being unconsciously drawn to each other, so he depends on that instinct to sus out other deltahumans. Of course he can't find one that's a mile away from him, but anyone in his general proximity will be effected. It takes thirty minutes for his ability to recharge after he's used it.
▼ WEAKNESSES:
He sometimes has a problem with blue-types if they can get into his head without him noticing. As an athlete he's kinetically aware of his body, and does his best to use that to stay on top of his mental state. Powerful blue-types that can sneak into his mind could manipulate him into not using his power on them, or just shut him down in general.
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- He uses his abilities to even out a fight. Once someone's power is turned off he uses that fifteen minutes to fight them hand to hand, and neutralize the threat by knocking them out. - If they're cute, legal, and human he'll flirt with anyone. - Ask him about his latest conquests. He'll go into explicit detail about the experience.
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