the healer.

  sweetheart, you look a little tired, when did you last eat? come in and make yourself right at home, stay as long as you need. tell me, is something wrong? if something's wrong, you can count on me. you know i'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat.

[zelmazing]

jessie mei lei. twenty-eight. nonbinary. they/them. heterosexual & libra. ☾ ﾟ is that zelma wu behind the mask? whenever i see the psychiatric assistant at beacon mental health and counseling in pigalle, i think of across the universe by the beatles. rumor has it they are compassionate & insightful, but indecisive & self-effacing can be their fatal flaws. what their neighbors in arcueil gated community call them is the saccharine.

full bio can be found here.

♥ ˚⊹  BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Mingxia Wu. NICKNAME(S): Zelma, Zelly, Zeezee, Z. PREFERRED NAME(S): Zelma. BIRTH DATE: October 2nd. AGE: 28. ZODIAC: Libra. GENDER: Nonbinary. PRONOUNS: They/Them. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. LIVING CONDITIONS: House in Arcueil Gated Community.

♥ ˚⊹ BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Shanghai, China. HOMETOWN: Hong Kong, China. EDUCATION LEVEL: Master’s in Psychology. FATHER: Peter Huminski. MOTHER: Ming Wu. SIBLING(S): None.

♥ ˚⊹ OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Psychiatric Assistant at Beacon. SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: None. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: They love it. SPENDING HABITS: Necessities + records. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Dragon necklace gifted from their Nai-Nai.

♥ ˚⊹ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Jessie Mei Li. EYE COLOR: Brown. HAIR COLOR: Black. HEIGHT: 5′3. WEIGHT: 122lbs. BUILD: Slightly muscular. TATTOOS: One stick-and-poke tattoo. PIERCINGS: Earrings; lobe. MARKS/SCARS: None. NOTABLE FEATURES: Freckles. USUAL EXPRESSION: Daydreaming. CLOTHING STYLE: Spring streetwear. JEWELRY: Glasses, various earrings, necklace. ALLERGIES: Penicillin. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None.

♥ ˚⊹ PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: ESFJ. ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 2 [Helper] MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good. TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic. MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: PTSD. OBSESSION(S): None. ADDICTION(S): None. DRUG USE: None. ALCOHOL USE: Drinks occasionally. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: No.

♥ ˚⊹ MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Casual. ACCENT: Hong Kong Cantonese. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Cantonese, English. HOBBIES: Poetry. HABITS: Grinding their teeth and chewing bubblegum. NERVOUS TICKS: Muttering to themself. POSITIVE TRAITS: Intelligent, Dedicated, Caring, & Youthful. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Worrisome, Offbeat, Meddlesome, & Insecure. SENSE OF HUMOR: Light-hearted.

♥ ˚⊹ FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Talking with their Nai-Nai. ANIMAL: Fox. BEVERAGE: Iced tea. COLOR: Sunset orange. FOOD: Poki bowls. BOOK: The Chronicles of Narnia. FLOWER: Babysbreath. GEM: Opal. HOLIDAY: Chinese New Year. MOVIE: The Aristocats. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Walking. SCENERY: Lakes and mountains. SCENT: Aloe vera. SPORT: Badminton. WEATHER: Spring. VACATION DESTINATION: Casablanca, Morrocco.

[silvcrpanthera]

when : during the blackout. // pregnancy tw, anxiety attack tw.

Robust string of emotions had never been a habitual fragment for one that had coarsed through life sputtering pretenses –– a gander would exhibit too much of the debris they had rounded within a veil; cracks, febbleness, a person beneath the lingering enigma. Yet fortitudes collided and collapsed altogether when they discovered themself in a predicament where they could scantily restrain aches, both physical and at times, mental, the grueling burden they had been carrying a little more heavier these past couple of months with how their baby seemed to refuse socking himself out of their belly and with the additional outburst of panic, anxiety lapped over their senses, declining interlude in-between the horror they had just imbibed on the Ferris Wheel ride ( safe to say it was another hushed case –– a fear of heights rolled within the tongue of bravado ) and then the shut-down, the cryptic message, and the fact that their spouse was still nowhere to be discovered. Trust had been handed to them for a long time, knowledge that they were able to care for themselves, but it was impossible still –– not to worry, not to sense dread filling up their stomach as others shrieked and expressed their bewilderment. Deciding to sit down on one of the benches, the brunette licked their lips, unfamiliar tears brimmed, no matter how much their ears had deceived them lately, the muffled noises were sufficient for a sturdy, intangible chokehold. Without realizing it, they became red-cheeked, wetted from the sobs they hadn’t realized had begun to escape. Upon recognizing that they, themself, had become a spectacle to some, Sera hurriedly swept their eyes with their arm. Calm down. Calm down. “Sorry. Sorry, it’s just that my partner hasn’t come back and it’s been –– who knows how long. I think he was supposed to come back here fast, but I ––” curse pregnancy for altering them into a tumbled pile of mess like this, “I don’t even know how much time has passed. I’m terrified, something could have happened to him.” 

@terminastarters​

[zelmazing]

Nights spent in the splendor of Paris were delights that Zelma’s indulged in as earnestly as they could while their introverted nature was vying for a release from social constraints after a full forty hour work week. The twist came at sincerely comedic timing for the psychiatric attendant — as they accepted two full scoops of black-dyed vanilla ice cream, the power surged then vanished, and the initial shock loosened their grip on the waffle cone and their delectable treat disintegrated on the fairgrounds of the carnival. Faraway, panicked screams alarmed them and they made quick work of wiping off the crumbs of the cone on their pencil skirt and moving in long strides toward whoever was within arms reach. While navigating an encumbrance of previously uncharted land in the darkness wasn’t how Zelma wished they could have offered their hospitality, at least they were graceful in each calculated step as the distinct sound of sobbing caught their ear. “Oh, here,” they said, voice rolling like a spool of satin, knees planted in the dirt and soiling their pantyhose as they reached for the familiar figure’s hand. “I’m here. It’s Zelma, Dustin’s friend. I am sure he’s on his way. He’s always very worried about you, so he’ll be quick. Talks about you all the time during our visits, I am quite envious.” A gentle smile fit against their lips, painted a crimson red that was uncharacteristic of their typical style. “You don’t have to apologize to me. I’ll stay with you until he comes.” It wouldn’t be morally correct, in their mind, to abandon a heavily pregnant person when the whole world around them had been unplugged. Plus, they were their friend’s most treasured loved one — carrying an even smaller and more beloved companion within.

[zelmazing]

If you were in the Purge, what would you do? Would you be the one hiding or the one creating havoc?

“Oh, no. That sounds awful! I would hide, that’s for certain. I’d dig my own bunker so I wouldn’t have to have any part in it! I’m strong, believe it or not, I could do it.”

[zelmazing]

family, anger, see no evil

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

“I’m afraid we’re a little broken. I haven’t spoken to my father in a while, my mother either... I think I speak the most to my Nai-Nai. It’s always just been me, no siblings, so I’m her favorite by default.”

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

“I often flinch when someone makes any sudden movement. It’s embarrassing, because they always feel awful, but it isn’t their fault.”

[zelmazing]

🙈 📸 ☄️

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people?

“Um... My... Past, I think. I like to keep moving forward. I see no reason in rehashing all the sad stories I’ve lived. They’re of no use to anyone.”

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what’s their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

“I do! I like when people take pictures when I don’t know there’s a camera even around. I forget the name for it, though. I don’t really have a pose, but I like taking pictures of the scenery. Paris is truly a marvel.”

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

“That I’m very shy. I don’t think that’s necessarily true, but I’m certainly not the one to go crowd surfing or anything crazy like that. I just enjoy my peace and quiet.”