Arinn

Arinn is a sweet little baby who didn't like her original middle name (she has no last name) since she thought it was stuffy (her original middle name was Gwendolyn).  She changed it to Misa because she once heard a choral performing of a song called Misa Pequena and she liked it very much.

She loves to sing but is mainly a solo artist and considers it a hobby rather than something she's really pursuing.

Her favorite song is not Misa Pequena but a song that she once heard.  She knows it was based off of a Sara Teasdale poem, but the arrangement was never extremely popular and Arinn today remembers only one snatch of it with the melody (although she knows the lyrics without the melody by heart).

"I will make this world of my devising, out of a dream in my lonely mind.  I will find the crystal of peace above me (above me)..."

This is her motto and she lives by it truthfully.  Whenever she hits upon a difficulty, it's these few lines that haunt her, and she always manages to work through it.

history;

Arinn was born Grace Gwendolyn to a couple who loved music very much, more so than their own daughter.  To today, she is haunted by memories of her mother sitting at the piano singing in the middle of the night when she is stressed and struggling to get to sleep, and ignoring Arinn as she plays on.  She barely remembers her father, because he was almost always away singing something somewhere for someone.  As such, Arinn often felt neglected, alone, and unwanted.  Suffering from depression and anxiety, she moved far away from her family as soon as she could (since even their voice brought her back to memories of singing or other music-related endeavors).

She went to a big city.  Struggling to understand why her parents often treated her so, she threw herself into music, singing and playing instruments and other activities.  For a while, it seemed like Arinn was finally close to understanding why her mother and father had been so cruelly addicted to their music.  Then, she realized that there was no true pleasure in what she was doing.  For a little time it felt great--singing at the top of her lungs, throwing all of her stress into playing her flute, but ultimately it was not something she enjoyed.  It was a terrible, terrible anger management technique, and Arinn kept slipping deeper and deeper into darkness.