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[bezeniths]

hello everyone, i’m your humble admin ocha & i couldn’t be more excited to write this intro out and get things started with everyone !!  i’ve genuinely been sitting on this group idea for over a year now and was finally able to cobble together a blog for it, so i hope everyone who joins can find a comforting type of home here ♡ as for zurie, she’s a bit of a troubled soul, but she loves having people around her and is fairly ride or die !  she’s badass as a makeup artist, and everyone tells her she could do makeup for movies and musical performances, but she struggles with her self worth at times. the sensuality she exudes is very much a mask for her insecurities and for much of her inner pain. some of her origin story is below the cut, in easy to digest bullet points !  if you would like to plot with her please do leave a like, and i’ll hit you up !

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trigger warnings: brief mentions of suicide, implied mental illness

born in the gorgeous city of pattaya back in thailand, people in daegu always thought zurie was rather odd for leaving. she’d simply smile sadly, changing the subject as quickly as she could, not wanting to delve into her painful history.

her father was a suave train engineer who mostly saw women as conquests, something zurie’s mother unfortunately had her blinders on for. he was excellent at playing the part and saying all the right things; things people wanted to hear.

even zurie thought he loved them, until he moved onto his next conquest. it shattered her mother in ways she never recovered from. zurie found that out the hard way one day when she came home from school to find her inconsolable grandparents on the front steps.

no one ever directly told her what happened, but she was able to put two and two together. she felt angry, abandoned by both her parents. she held a deep seated hatred for her father given what he had done, and she’d sometimes act out because of it.

she lived with her grandparents for awhile, but it was a strangely tense experience. physically, zurie favored her father more, and he was all they could see when they looked at her. they put effort in sometimes, but for the most part, they were rather cold towards her. she felt trapped beneath their malignant gazes, 

when she was 14, she simply disappeared from her grandparents home in the middle of the night. she had no direction, little money and the guarded heart of a rattlesnake, but she also had her freedom. she couch surfed with a friend from school for a little while, before crossing town and doing the same thing at a different location. the main goal was to get away from pattaya city and the memories it held.

her friends were her saving grace; as long as she had people around her laughing and joking around and pulling her out of her sad reality, she could be okay. all she needed was a thin blanket and a small stretch of furniture she could curl up on for the night.

it was through her gregarious, low maintenance nature that she fell in with a group of similarly aged youths who roamed the way she did. they’d go to parties, drink the night away and crash on whomever's floor they could that night. it became her routine as well, as chasing a party was her preferred way to waste time.

she learned about makeup and all the pain and sadness it could disguise. she found something of a creative outlet, as it became a habit for her to apply some sort of eye catching look before heading off to whatever shindig she was invited to that night. she found out she had a steady hand and a creative mind that lent well to outlandish, but beautiful designs.

soon enough, her friends began begging her to do their makeup instead of the other way around. they were complimenting her, building her up the way a family should. they gave her ideas of grandeur; movie makeup and red carpets. 

zurie didn’t have those types of aspirations though. she was content just walking the streets with her friends, sleeping in abandoned warehouses, doing odd jobs for just enough money to survive. she didn’t need much; just people. sometimes they were faceless, sometimes they meant everything to her. as long as a voice was filling her ears and eyes were seeing her, she was real and everything was as fine as it could get.

eventually, zurie’s roving took her away from thailand altogether. she spent a few months in cambodia before traveling to laos. her ability to make social connections was her primary survival skill. the amount of people who hired her or let her crash on their couch after little more than a few hours of talking and drinking at a tavern was slightly surprising, but that’s just who zurie was.

by the time she found herself in south korea, she was in her mid twenties and had a wealth of street knowledge behind her. she’s slowly losing that need to run, especially after getting hired at sunset galleria.

she enjoys being a makeup artist professionally, and she’s beginning to find a new family with her fellow employees. having so much freedom to explore and sow her wild oats in the middle of the night when the mall ceases being busy keeps her placated most of all.

she now lives in a small flat in downtown daegu. it’s not considered the safest part of the city, but zurie can handle herself pretty well.

she still loves a large group around her, protecting her like a security blanket not from the world, but from her own mind. she’s still struggling with deep-rooted emotional issues stemming from her childhood, but she would much rather ignore them than hear the truth. for such a tough cookie, she’s quite the coward.