Tammy Li Lansing
Portrayed By Kristin Kreuk
Gender Female
Date of Birth March 7th, 1981
Age 29
Zodiac Sign Pisces
Aliases Tam, Tam-Tam, Tamberina (all of which she hates)
Place of Birth Vancouver, BC
Current Location New York City, NY, USA
Occupation Psychologist
Current Employer Central Intelligence Agency
Father Stefanus Michael Lansing
Mother Lan-Xi Qi
Sibling(s) Sofie Wen Lansing (24)
Significant Other Classified
Known Abilities None
First Appearance Joint Task Force Three

An unassuming Catholic schoolgirl who grew up to work for the CIA, Tammy (or 'Special Agent/Doctor Lansing', as she likes to be called) certainly never expected her life to turn out the way it did. Her interest in the science of psychology started at an early age, and was eventually discovered and put to use by the Central Intelligence Agency in profiling and interrogating threats to national security. Eventually, her work in counter-terrorism within homeland agencies put her on the radar of another special group: Alpha Protocol. Having worked with that agency for less than a year, Tammy has since returned to the CIA, continuing her work as a profiler and interrogator, specializing in terrorists.


My mother's maiden name was Lan-Xi Qi, but that was back when she was living in Hong Kong. My father, Stefanus Michael Lansing, was born in Vancouver, British Columbia. It's pretty amazing how two people separated by the world's largest ocean even managed to meet, but I guess we can thank the United States Navy for that. To hear them tell it, it was a regular fairy tale of love at first sight, despite the language barrier, and most of the time that's the story I'd prefer to pretend happened. The truth is probably much less romantic. They waited until my father left the Navy after six years of service, then started a family after moving back to Vancouver, to be closer to my father's grandparents. And then I came along, and four years after that, my sister, Sofie Wen Lansing, joined us. Just before I was supposed to enter school, they moved back to the States, to Seattle. After his career as an Electronic's Technician in the Navy, my father had gotten into the robotics business, and that's what prompted our southward move. I won't pretend to understand what he did for a living, I couldn't even program my PDA, but it more than paid the bills with an upper middle-class income.

School was the normal affair. I wasn't popular, but I wasn't picked on. I made honor roll year after year without too much effort, thanks to the ever-lowering standards of the public educational system, until it finally came time for high school. My parents decided it was time for a leg up, and Saint Joan of Arc's School for Young Women was my destination. All-girl Catholic school was a hell of a lot different from the public programs, and not just in terms of education. The social atmosphere was a lot more intricate. I likened it often to a nest of ever-growing webs built by cannibalistic spiders who devoured their own at the first sign of weakness. I had a few friends, but for the most part remained on the outside of the social power-plays, which actually gave me a better view of the games than most. All students were required to participate in at least one sport, and I chose gymnastics. I was pretty good, too, managed to make it to State every year, and all the way to Nationals my Senior year, where I placed fifth. And then it was time to say goodbye to the homefront and shove off for college.


Picking a school was easy: Seattle U. They had the major I wanted, psychology, and was close enough to home that I could visit my parents every weekend, and my mother could drive into the city every Wednesday for our weekly lunch. The usual things went down in college, sleeping until noon, eating way too many pizzas, drinking entirely too much beer, too many parties, too little attention paid during classes. I guess it wasn't as bad as I make it sound, there were very few sports, and none of them were at the National level, so my gymnastics career came to an abrupt end. It's a Jesuit Catholic University, so there weren't even any sororities to try and get mixed up in. Even so, I didn't actually start to buckle down until I was going for my graduate degree. My dissertation was on the effects of fear on the human psyche, and how it can be used as a tool in a variety of circumstances, from heightening survival instincts to manipulation. It got a lot of acclaim, and I had some really good professors. If anyone has ever told you that getting your Ph.D. was an easy task, they lied through their teeth. You have to spend time on research, data collection, practical applications, pay application fees, travel to admissions interviews, take the GRE exams… And they don't even have to accept you into the program, even if you meet the requirements. I was one of six accepted that year, out of over two hundred applicants. For a few months, just applying is a full-time job.

After I completed my undergraduate studies, it was almost five more years before I was through and got my doctor's degree. And after that? A little over a year of post-doctoral training hours to qualify to take not one, but two, licensing exams, the EPPP and the WPSE. I chose clinical psychology over the counseling type, I thought I could do more with it, though considering my current line of work, counseling psychology would have worked just as well, and might even have been more applicable. After receiving my Washington State license, I was torn between applying to a university, hospital, or government agency, or opening a private practice right there in Seattle. Eventually, I began the process of acquiring business loans, only to get a call requesting an interview out of the blue. Remember my dissertation? Apparently it had caught the eye of more people than I had thought, and a recruiter from the Central Intelligence Agency asked me to come to Langley to hear their offer. Who hasn't ever wanted to be a spy, after all? Trained psychologists were always in need for profiling and assisting in the interrogation of suspects, in much the same manner as the FBI. I stayed a night at a hotel on the US Government's dime, called my parents, and in the morning, accepted. Of course, if I had known the training regime, I probably would have flown back home the next day and opened that practice.


The Farm is not a very pleasant place when you're going through it on the prospect side of the pipeline, and we're not really allowed to talk about specifics. I learned to shoot, I learned to defend myself, everything necessary for a good operative to perform their duties. I thought my background in gymnastics might give me an advantage, but Hell. No. Afterwards, my first immediate post was working with the Office of Russian and European Analysis (OREA), as a junior officer, profiling and interrogating suspects. I was only there for two months before I was asked to transfer to Counterintelligence Center Analysis Group. Of course, when they 'ask' or 'politely encourage' you to transfer, you do it. It was more grueling work, but it came with a small raise and a move back to stateside, and a reputation. Working in the CIA's version of Internal Affairs doesn't exactly endear you to other members of your community. It doesn't matter that you're only taking out the rotten apples from the orchard, removing traitors and criminals from the organization, it comes with a stigma that you're after everyone, that you turn on your own kind. To further that hype was the rumors of what I'd do in more 'off the books' interrogations, and let me tell you, being thought of as career-ruiner and a mind-raper does not make you popular. Naturally, I didn't have many work-friends outside of my own department, but I was kept busy enough that it didn't bother me too much. It was a high-stress, thankless job that didn't pay nearly enough for the work required, but I guess that's true of every government job.

I was there for about another year, making a bump up the totem pole during that time from junior, and I probably had a good shot at making team lead after another five or six years of experience. I was better at what I did than people who'd been working these cases for twenty years, and merit gets noticed, I guess. An interdepartmental recruiter for another national agency approached me, asked me to consider a career transfer across agencies into Alpha Protocol. It came with more training, more secrets (I was already prohibited from telling my family anything about what I did, and couldn't find the time to even bother with dating), and more responsibility. But it would get me out of the CCAG and came with another raise. In the end, over the years, I've become a patriot, and when the government called me to serve further, I said 'yes'. I made my goodbyes, packed up my office (I had finally gotten my own), and was shipped to Washington, D.C., not the state. I had to sign so many non-disclosure agreements, I swear my hand was sore for twenty-four hours. I had to renew my self-defense and firearms proficiencies, and undergo yet more background and security checks. It was almost two more months before everything was finally done, including the medical examinations, and I was granted clearance above Top Secret and officially welcomed aboard.


Let me tell you, the first time my immediate superior, as well as his immediate superior and one of his co-managers, told me of the existence of evolved individuals, I immediately offered them free counseling. It's just not the kind of thing you can believe without seeing, and I like to think as a psychologist that I have an open mind. After the initial shock, the biggest thing I could think of is the danger these individuals posed towards others. My primary work didn't change much, other than I was given even fewer restrictions on what was ethicly acceptable and could, and could not, be done without proclaiming the individual a 'threat to national security'. But once I was placed in the Homeland Investigations department, a whole new slew of duties was heaped on, not the least of which was travel, sometimes internationally, as well as working with various law-enforcement and government agencies from time-to-time. It's only been a few weeks since I've settled into my new office, and I was graced in not having to start on the bottom rung again. My career looks promising, the work's tough, but rewarding, and, well… We'll see where it goes from there.

Professional Notes





  • "Please, before we start with the standard denials, allow me to introduce myself."
  • "I can understand that this all might be a bit much to take in at first, and mistrust certainly does serve us well in our business, doesn't it?"
  • "Let's save each other a lot of time and headache. Why don't you tell me who you are, what you want, and exactly what you think you have that will make me give it to you?"
  • "I'm not really in the habit of inviting strange men to my house, nor discussing such things where there's a possibility of being overheard."
  • "But any more spitting, and I want her gagged. That's just disgusting."
  • "That is the best I can do, and quite a bit, for something so simple as telling us what you can do. We can figure that out with a few needles, anyway. But this will save us, and the labs, some time."
  • "We're dealing with lives, Miss Grey, not some child shooting spitwads at a girl he likes."
  • "Shall we then pat ourselves on the back, and at least go to sleep at night thanking God we didn't violate your civil rights?"
  • "So much of what is happening is because people are scared, hostile, and uncooperative. Help me. Make us understand."
  • "The choice between a hundred people who may be innocent, and a million people who are innocent seems very clear cut."
  • "You're dangerous. You know it, and I know it. You're the real villain of this story, and I'll do whatever I have to do to protect people from you."
  • "I'm afraid the time for pleasantries has come to an end."
  • "You know, I've never had this go on so long that anyone's actually died. I'm actually finding myself curious how much more it would take before he stopped breathing…"
  • "Should we find out? I think he's close to his limit. Permanent damage may have already occured. One more could be it. Surely you know more names, more people, more locations. Enough to save his life."
  • "It's generally the policy of the CIA not to comment on the policy of the CIA."


  • Tammy never introduces herself by her first name in an official capacity, always referring to herself as either 'Special Agent Lansing' or 'Doctor Lansing', as the situation warrants. She thinks her given name sounds 'unprofessional'.
  • I'm a horrid plagarist, and Tammy shares a few traits in common with her portraying actress: namely being from Vancouver and lettering in gymnastics in school.
  • She doesn't like seafood, or most leafy greens, but is one of the few people on earth who doesn't mind fruitcake or candy-corn.
  • Her favorite color is violet, which is also her mother's favorite, though hated by her little sister, who prefers indigo. Yes, there is a difference, and you do not want to get in the middle of that debate.
  • Stigmatism runs in Tammy's family, on her father's side, and she's the only one in her immediate family who doesn't wear glasses.
  • While always passing her yearly firearm qualifications, Tammy is far from a marksman, and isn't that great of a shot. She carries a concealed EAA Corp Witness Polymer, a double-action, semi-automatic which uses .45 ACP rounds in ten-round magazines.
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