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[sorrowfilledexistence]

— 8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !!

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ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ): Jenny

TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): May 6th

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Taurus

FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′0 ft

FIVE ( HOBBIES ): Writing, reading, playing video games, watching anime, and cuddling with my pets

SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): Punch pink and cerulean blue

SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): Only The Ring Finger Knows series

EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ): Gasoline by Halsey

NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): Vikings (I haven’t watched a movie in a while, so i’ll go with a TV series)

TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ):  

Japanese historical anime- I’m a history buff and I watch a lot of historical anime, especially those of Japanese origin, like about the Sengoku Period and Edo Period. Watching them gave me inspiration to make a swordsman OC.

Sairen’s thirst for vengeance and the tragedy that befell his family was inspired by Sasuke and his family from Naruto. I love angst, so Sasuke’s angsty attitude is what draws me into his character and gave me the idea to make Sairen that way as well.

His attitude is also inspired by Fenris from Dragon Age II. Fenris also wants revenge against his former master. His angsty attitude and anger is a big inspiration for my muse.

As for his appearance, I chose him as male and with blue hair at first, then I searched on google for that description when I found who I thought best suited his character, everything else came together to make him.

TWELVE ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): Sairen’s life has been sorrowful ever since his family was murdered. He only desires revenge, which is also his downfall. His life is a tragedy and always will be. His entire existence is filled with sorrow.

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famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

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I SAW THE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION DESTROYED BY MADNESS, STARVING HYSTERICAL NAKED   // tyger tyger, burning bright   //   i have done it again.  //   do not go gentle into that good night  //   THE SEA IS CALM TO-NIGHT.  //  let us go then, you and i,  //   april is the cruelest month,   //   pretty women wonder where my secret lies.   //   THERE IS A PLACE WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS //   I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME (I CARRY IT IN MY HEART)   //   TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A YELLOW wood,   //   whose woods these are i think i know   //  LET US TWAIN WALK ASIDE FROM THE REST;   //   ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY, WHILE I PONDERED, WEAK AND WEARY,  //   I TAUGHT MYSELF TO LIVE SIMPLY AND WISELY  //   IT SO HAPPENS I AM SICK OF BEING A MAN  //   i wandered lonely as a cloud //   does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?   //   o my luve is like a red, red rose   //   o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  //   OUT OF THE NIGHT THAT COVERS ME,   //  it was many and many a year ago,   //   you may write me down in history   //   do not stand at my grave and weep   //   some say the world will end in fire //   some say in ice.  //  hope is the thing with feathers   //   THE WIND WAS A TORRENT OF DARKNESS AMONG THE GUSTY TREES,   //   no man is an island,  //   REMEMBER ME WHEN I AM GONE AWAY,  //   i met a traveler from an antique land   //   ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves   //   THIS IS THY HOUR O SOUL,   //   WE WEAR THE MASK THAT GRINS AND LIES,   //   death be not proud,   //   AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION.   //   laugh, and the world laughs with you;  //   the art of losing isn’t hard to master;   //   TO SEE A WORLD IN A GRAIN OF SAND  //   is there anybody there? said the traveller   //   nobody heard him, the dead man,   //   that crazed girl improving her music.   //  COME TO ME IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT;   //   WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR AND THE HEAD IS HELD HIGH  //   when you are old and grey and full of sleep,   //   in flanders’ fields the poppies blow   //   i thought of you and how you love this beauty   //   life, believe, is not a dream   //  it may be misery not to sing at all,   //   IF TARRY SPACE NO LIMIT KNOWS   //   come live with me and be my love,   //   had we but world enough and time,   //   MY HEART ACHES, AND A DROWSY NUMBNESS PAINS MY SENSE   //   BRIGHT STAR, WOULD I WERE STEADFAST AS THOU ART-   //   thou still unravish’d bride of quietness   //  HOW DO I LOVE THEE? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS.   //  heaven is what i cannot reach! //   my dear, my dear, i know  //  IN VISIONS OF THE DARK NIGHT  //  shall i compare thee to a summers day?   //   break, break, break   //   she walks in beauty,   //   I HAD A DREAM, WHICH WAS NOT ALL A DREAM.   //   HE CLASPS THE CRAG WITH CROOKED HANDS