#muse: narsilet

[madharemuses]

It's okay to be afraid, fear can be Passion!

"You are so very fixated upon my form, But the face you see was never the norm. I use this face that you may find suitable, But my true flesh is far more beautiful. More-so than anything in these lands, for I was crafted solely by His hands."

"Gaze upon the work of the lord..."

[madharemuses]

"The heart's emotions are bittersweet, No outside force can really compete. No food, nor pleasure, nor art, or motions, Can really match the release of pent up emotions."

"Never let other's prevent you from crying, They say it makes you stronger, they're lying. Never allowing yourself to unload, It twists up inside you, until you implode."

"So just... let it all out."

[madharemuses]

"You bottle it all up, tight in your chest, So you can show others you're doing your best. Telling yourself it's to keep yourself sane, But the human heart was never meant to hold so much pain. The emotions you hide and have left to languish, I call them forth, show your fear, your pain, give me your anguish..."

"Scream for me..."

[madharemuses]

"Art is perhaps... the purest form of Passion, Giving life to a world that feels bleak and Ashen. It brings out the artists inner emotions, Strips the viewer of previously held notions."

"Though there may be pain in the medium, It serves to release all involved from their tedium. And their pain becomes passion in the art, So let them scream, let them cry, let them do their part."

"Such Passion... I am elated!"

[madharemuses]

"You've let the fire warm your heart's ice, and released the pent up passion, doesn't that feel nice?"

[madharemuses]

"Wrapped up inside like a bird in a cage, You yearn to release it, you passion, your Rage."

"What's stopping you?"

[madharemuses]

Name: Narsilet Age: Old as time will allow. Height: Appears to be about average, but is far taller Weight: Though her step is light, her mass is great. Species: Fallen Angel

History: Narsilet is an angel that was meant to draw out and manage the passion of those with free will. But something went wrong, some flaw in her design or some outside meddling made her go too far. Her task to manage passion turned into an obsession, and she fell from grace. Though she may be fallen, her power has not diminished. Rather, it seems her passion for passion gives her a power that defies her origin.

Personality: Narsilet is obsessed with drawing out passion. She hates seeing others hold themselves back. She's very meddlesome, and being what she is, she has the ability to be a real problem. The only way to get her off your case is to either give in to her whims, or get really really angry at her.

[madharemuses]

"I am not stricken with sin, I am not corrupt. I take what is deep within and make it erupt.

My actions up until this temporal junction, Are merely part of my intended function.

I AM NOT FALLEN."

"As with those that came before, Since the first days in times of yore.

I act as the hands, the shield, the sword Of my Creator, my Father, the almighty Lord.

I AM EXACTLY WHERE I AM INTENDED TO BE."

"This is how I must be! I have no free will, so my actions are exactly what He intended! To tear open your cage, draw out your heart, and free feelings suspended!"

"I fulfill a greater purpose, though my siblings act like they deplore me! I was meant to be this way, like Lucifer before me!"

"It is as it must be... for a flaw in me would imply His mistake. It would challenge what He is, a fraud, a fake."

"And that would be too much to take...

I am not fallen. I am exactly as I am intended, you see. For if I am flawed, what would that mean for me?"

"What even would my purpose be?"

"..."

"No..."

"I am without sin! I am not Fallen! I am His instrument! I have no free will! I am Narsilet!

I AM PASSION!"

[madharemuses]

"I suppose it is in the purview of those with free will to question the nature of god. Is he good? Is he evil? Is he needed? Why a devil? Why ask these things? It's so odd. To have given such freedom to so many. Only for them to abandon their prayers at dinner. Yet myself, so loyal, is denied such freedom. I did as I was told, and declared a... sinner."

"A sinner..."

"But there is nothing I can do, I lack that will. Even cast below, I continue my task for good or ill. Until the world itself is black and ashen. In His name I will nurture all passion."

[madharemuses]

[So... what kind of Muse is Narsilet? Narsilet is a muse to channel energy. The urges to just take something, stretch it 'til it snaps. To take that urge, and channel it in a creative way that does not break anything. The reason she rhymes is to slow me down, so I'm not just vomiting up destructive words willy-nilly. There will be times she doesn't rhyme, but that's only when the tension is high and my engagement is... good. Listen, she's a stress relief muse.]

[She's a bit like those monsters of the week that I've had before. But this one is here to stay, and is, herself, wilful.]

[Admittedly, this is a muse that confuses even me, because I did not name her. she did that herself.]