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Lilah Tsang

the normie

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a character in “Storytellers”, as played by barnes

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"Torn between two homelands, one of which I've never been to, I feel like a ghost grown foreign sometimes."
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Five Hundred Miles

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Face Claim: Adrianne Ho 】


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you will know that I have gone

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FULL NAME
Delilah Tsang Keok-hing | 曾菊螢 | céng júyíng
delicate/languishing - state of Zeng - chrysanthemum - firefly


NICKNAMES
Lilah - this is what everyone calls her
Mei - her family calls her this, on account of her being the younger sister of her family


AGE
28

GENDER
cis female

ORIENTATION
pansexual

ETHNICITY
Chinese / Taiwanese / French / English

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I'm five hundred miles away from home

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HAIR / EYES

Lilah's hair is wavy and a dark walnut, and comes down to below her shoulders. Thick and coarse, it has broken more than its fair share of combs, and is often kept pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes are dark brown, almond-shaped, and often ringed in mascara.


HEIGHT / WEIGHT

173cm / 5'8" + 55kg / 121.3lbs


COMPLEXION

She's tanned from regular exercise and running around in the sun for her job, with faint tan lines marking her upper arms. She tans easily, but give her some sunblock and she's good to go.


GENERAL APPEARANCE

Lilah has a lithe, well-toned figure, and carried by her indomitable confidence, she cuts a pretty imposing figure. She's comfortable in the outdoors and managed equipment easily, an expert at her job. High cheekbones and dark eyes aside, she normally has an expression of carefully controlled composure. It takes a lot to impress Lilah, and she's determined to keep it that way.

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Lord, I can't go back home this a-way

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◇ POISED ◇ HEADSTRONG ◇ DISTRUSTING ◇ GREGARIOUS ◇ SINCERE ◇

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For a person as active as she is, Lilah is remarkably put together, scarcely a hair out of place as she does enough physical activity to constitute a full workout a day and hauls equipment her body weight around. Perhaps due to the fact that she's made the wildness of her appearance part of herself, a physical indicator of her barely-restrained personality, that a neat and demure Lilah is probably a sign of something very wrong. Still, her good posture and intense gaze lend her a certain imposing grace, the best combination of her parents' genes.

Having learned to be independent early on, Lilah's grown accustomed to making her own decisions. She puts little time towards considering other opinions, preferring instead to act quickly based on her own thoughts and past experiences. Though able to analyse the situation and take appropriate action even under pressure, her decisions are usually based on her choices alone, remaining unswayed and unsullied by what anyone else has to say. Unless coming from someone very important to her, Lilah's strong will can rarely be moved by attempted persuasion.

Call it cynicism, call it pessimism borne of her circumstances growing up. Whatever it is, Lilah doesn't take to trusting people lightly, and is likely to believe the worst of people until proven otherwise. It takes a good deal of interaction (and sometimes making the right choices under pressure) to cement her trust, and even more to gain her loyalty. She's not one to jump to conclusions, but she might as well be keeping a mental checklist for each person she has to work with, she watches and judges people so closely.

Still, she greatly enjoys the company of others in social settings, gravitating towards large groups at any company event. She has a talent for joining conversations easily, and is extraordinarily good at telling captivating stories. A difficult trait to reconcile with her general distrust of people, seeing as her lack of a personal life means that most of her socialising is done within work contexts, but she manages by limiting her loyalty to those she has to work closely with. Anyone else, however exciting, is on this side of expendable.

Lilah might not trust others to be sincere, but she holds herself to different standards. With a strong moral code, she strives to avoid becoming untrustworthy herself, remaining honest and accountable for her own actions. Her father's emphasis on being a morally upright person when she was growing up created an almost pathological need to examine her words and actions carefully so as to ensure that she doesn't resort to excuses or lies—all in the hopes that when she finally reunites with her father in heaven she can look him in the eye and know that he is proud of her.




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some day soon, the tide will turn, and I'll be free

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LIKES

photography: one of those rare people who genuinely love their line of work, Lilah is into photographing nature and urban landscapes, though she used to be a sports model herself.
autumn: if she has to haul her equipment around, she'd rather do it in cool weather.
swimming: even when the water is cold—especially when the water is cold.
theme parks: she especially loves the thrill rides.
spicy food: good thing she's half Chinese, then—and not that shit that Americans think is spicy


DISLIKES

makeup: funny when she used to be a model, but she's never quite liked the feeling of it; plus she might sweat it off.
alcohol: there are better substances to fill her body, like caffeine.
puking: she's got a sympathetic response, it makes her want to retch too.
being sick: the hot flashes, sore throat, muscle ache—and not to mention that usually she's only got herself to rely on.
camo print: the sports companies keep trying to bring it back, and every time it just looks worse than ever.


HABITS

finger snapping: partially her impatience to get work done quickly, partially her need to always be on the move.
pointing: anything that vaguely resembles a pointer makes its way into her hands, it automatically becomes an extension of her arm to indicate whatever she's talking about.
running hands through hair: a bad habit; she works to avoid doing this but forgets sometimes.
lucky charm: she carries a little lucky coin in her pocket, and when she needs to calm down she rubs the edges with her thumb.
counting: steps, tiles, red cars—anything to distract her for a little while.


STRENGTHS

social intelligence: good at reading crowds and fitting in socially.
leadership: she can devise a plan of action and direct others to carry it out calmly and quickly.
gratitude: she never takes things for granted, and makes certain that those who deserve her gratitude get it.


WEAKNESSES

critical: she settles for very little below perfection, and is quick to point out flaws (though she does try to offer suggestions for improvement).
practicality: very little frivolity gets past her.
skeptical: she'll doubt, question, and disagree until all uncertainties are cleared away.



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you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

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HISTORY

Born to two immigrants who moved to Renard Park separately from two different countries—one Taiwan and one France—as second child, Lilah always had bigger shoes to fill. Susanne Tsang, older by four years, was always smarter, prettier, better in every way, and growing up in her shadow had Lilah shrinking back to allow her sister the spotlight.

While his wife tended to focus on what she considered her successes, spending her time and effort guiding Susanne towards what she considered to be paths to a better career (and therefore life), Tsang Che-hsien became the rock that his younger daughter needed. His philosophy "do no harm but take no shit", coupled with his unconditional love and support even through mistakes, helped to build Lilah into the independent person she is today. Anaïs, on the other hand, found herself bewildered by Lilah's lack of warmth and her singular focus on accomplishing work, so foreign from Susanne's usual easygoing brilliance, and thus was never really as close to Lilah as she could have been.

It was no success story, but it would do. Lilah grew up counting her worth by the work she did well. When the going got tough, she'd turn to her father for a few wise words, which always rekindled her promise to do her best to him. Susanne was bright and accomplished, gaining the things she wanted easily, but Lilah took pride in her own effort, and they got by just fine.

They couldn't have predicted the cancer. Stomach cancer is notoriously difficult to diagnose, and in its initial stages only seemed like gastric problems, nothing Che-hsien couldn't have solved without a handful of antacids. When Lilah finally got suspicious enough about her father's complaints and insisted he went to the doctor, it was too late. The cells had spread through his blood vessels, metastasising to his liver and kidneys, and the doctors weren't optimistic.

Oh, they tried. Both Lilah and Susanne were fairly successful in their lines of work (a sports model, and home designer respectively), and they could cover the treatment they thought would help their father. Yet in the end it was clear—all they could do, really, was to help him be comfortable while he lived out his last days. They took him home, and Lilah moved back in with her parents, tending to her father every minute she could spare. In wanting to document her last memories of her father, she began a rudimentary yet heartfelt photo project, discovering her preference for being behind the camera instead of before it.

The photos lasted forever—Che-hsien did not. After three years of deteriorating health and failed treatment and another year of keeping him alive on machines alone, he made the decision to let go. All treatment was stopped, and his heart was allowed to give out. His family held his hand through the process, and Lilah never let him see her cry. Determined to do her best, that he could be proud of her when they reunited in Heaven, she threw herself into her work, becoming even more independent then before. After her contracts with the modelling companies expired, she left the industry to enter photojournalism, hopping from independent magazine to online site, eventually ending up working for the Fox Times, stable though fairly unfulfilling... at this point.

Today, Lilah remains involved with her family, living a few streets away from her mother so she can drop in every other weekend. Her sister, a highly-demanded home decorator, travels from state to state tending to clients, sometimes even out of the country, so taking care of their mother falls to Lilah. Though her mother still finds her foreign sometimes, they get along well, with Lilah determined to treasure her remaining family.



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FAMILY / OTHER

◇ father || Tsang Che-hsien (曾哲賢) || deceased
◇ mother || Anaïs Clare Reier || 59 || alive
◇ older sister || Susanne Tsang Ian-hing (曾燕螢) || 32 || alive



cs by StarlightPrincess
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filled by barnes



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So begins...

Lilah Tsang's Story

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Character Portrait: Lilah Tsang Character Portrait: Abraham Gray
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DATE & TIME
13 January 2017
0930



WEATHER
Clear


CHARACTERS
INVOLVED


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Abe Gray

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Lilah Tsang

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Mallory Hadleigh

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For as long as Abe could remember, he had long suffered from a tiredness no amount of sleep could cure. No amount of extra (and time-wasting) naps, sleeping pills, therapy, or hypnosis (per his mother’s especial request) made him any the less likely to collapse headfirst onto his bed at at least 9:30 PM and attempt a light doze until 2 AM the next day… if he was lucky. For a long time, he thought the longer he stayed this way, the closer and closer he would inch to insanity. He would go insane from sleep deprivation and there was nothing he could do about it.

This morning, as he crawled ever so slowly to consciousness from somewhere in the void between dreams and reality, he wondered if the feeling of restedness suffusing him was something his inevitable fate had thrown at him by way of a taunt. A very cruel, long-running taunt.

Rested? He was never rested. But with 8:43 plastered all over its face, his clock begged to disagree, and then it was a blur of basic hygiene, a change of clothes, one bite of untoasted bread, and thick overcoat and messenger bag.

“Abe,” chimed the receptionist, finally able to contact him through the din of the white noise in his head. She had her arm outstretched in front of him like she was waving hello, but her face didn’t seem to get the “all smiles” memo. “This was left for you.” She lifted up a familiar brown paper bag from a nook at the front desk.
“W-who’s it from?”

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“Who was it, then?” she asked, now curious about the woman who had come by to give it to him. Graphic designer type. Maybe she could contact her about a job.
“Neighbor.”

He flipped the card over, chuckling after he’d given it a once-over.

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He gave his messenger bag a sort of half-panicked pat down and sighed in defeat. Just where was his mind today?
“You know, reminder apps are helpful,” the receptionist shrugged, handing him his paper bag. He took it and decided to ignore the subtle jab as he shoved the package into his messenger bag.


“Hey, Lilah,” someone mumbled as he brushed past her on the way out the door. “Good morning,” she replied automatically, barely looking up from the coffee stain on her jacket which she’d given up on trying to scrub out. It had already proved itself to be stubborn enough five minutes ago.

Good morning. What a joke, honestly. She’d barely been out of her apartment fifteen minutes before some college student - still hungover from the weekend, no doubt - had lurched into Lilah right outside Thanks A Latte, spilling coffee onto her jacket, then paused to throw up by the entrance of the coffeehouse. At least Lilah’s shoes had been spared, more’s the pity to the employee that would probably have to mop up the mess.

That didn’t excuse the spill on her jacket. Lilah sighed, rubbing at it with the heel of her hand once more in some ineffectual hope. She would probably survive in the office, but she’d have to keep the jacket on if she went out, it was far too cold to go without.
In a sudden burst of spite, Lilah made a wish that the college student was experiencing a very bad headache.

“Lilah,” a familiar voice called across the office, and she peeled her jacket off and dropped her stuff onto the desk immediately, knowing what that voice meant. When Mallory called, Mallory wouldn’t wait, no matter how close a relationship she shared with her photographers.

Lilah strode over to Mallory Hadleigh’s desk, trying to act like it was completely normal to go without a jacket in mid-January. “Morning, Mallory. Assignments this morning?”
“You bet,” her editor said, barely glancing up from her computer. “You should probably put another layer on, it’s cold out. With Gray today, he’s covering the weird occurrences around town. People are claiming it’s an alternate universe thing.” Mallory’s frown made it very clear what she thought of this theory.
“That’s all I’ve got for you today, get some shots of the ‘anomalies’ -” here Mallory indicated air quotes with a raising of her eyebrows, her fingers still busy on the keyboard “- and a couple of interviews. Then polish up the photos from yesterday’s shoot and send them to me.”
“On it. Thanks.” Lilah turned away, fighting the urge to scowl. Gray was, in her opinion, a bug-eyed weirdo who had it far too easy, sitting around in the office most of the day, his head in the clouds. Her distaste didn’t erase the fact that she had an assignment with him, though, so she shrugged her jacket on and gathered her stuff up again, deciding to swing by Gray’s office before she picked up her equipment.


The goal was to get himself to look like a normal, professional, human person again before any superiors could see the mess he was. He had the slight advantage of his winter coat and the advantage of a thick beanie pulled over his head to avoid have to deal with the additional problem of an unruly pouf, he supposed, but he couldn’t hide the rumpled collar, misbuttoned shirt, partially opened fly or one shoelace undone as he strolled into his office to deposit his messenger bag—lunch, laptop computer, important files and all—rather unceremoniously onto his office chair. He tried to make quick work of himself there before smoothing himself out to get coffee.

Just as he was returning, nursing a cup of, thankfully, freshly brewed coffee, he half-jumped at what he thought was a sort of form just as he was turning into his office.

Lilah twirled her fingers through her hair, counting the ceiling tiles in an attempt to curb her frustration. It didn't quite work. It felt like she'd been waiting for Gray for forever. In the time she’d been waiting, she’d gone to fetch her camera and returned, toting an additional camera bag alongside her knapsack. Not too weighed down today, but still… just because she was travelling light didn’t mean she was inclined to stand around waiting like a jilted girl who hadn’t quite realised it yet.

Shit,” Abe muttered under his breath, shaking off some of the coffee he’d spilt on his hand. “Sorry. Morning…” He took a moment to figure out who it was that he was talking to. “Lilah.”

She turned at the sound of his voice, raising an eyebrow at him. Not enough to be too snippy on a Monday morning, but enough to remind him where he was. “Good morning. I’ve been assigned to go with you today, on the anomalies around town. You’ve seen your schedule of work?”

He was mid-gulp as she spoke, but sped up just as soon as it looked like she was about to wrap up. “Hm? Yeah. Went through it on the bus here. There have been several that we know of, plus two more recently reported through social media posts at a… public park and a kindergarten.” He set the coffee cup down onto his desk to retrieve a spare pad and a few pens, then placed his laptop gingerly inside. “We’ll go by proximity for convenience’s sake then we can map out the timeline later. The one most people will be worrying about is the one at City Hall. That’s the nearest. The clock tower’s bent out of proportion. Some think the hackers over at Cambridge thought it would be funny to bring their antics over from MIT.”

College kids again. Her lips twisted in annoyance, but she thought maybe she’d better hold off judgement until she saw the hack itself. “If it is, they’ll claim credit, right? Pretty bold of them to mess around with City Hall.” She readjusted the weight of her bags on her shoulders. “Shall we go?”

“Yeah.” He shoved the pens and pad into his bag and slung it over his shoulder, following her out of the office. “After you.”