𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑
( oc ! )

"The devils may fear me but God? He envies me."

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— so originally, she was made for an rp, her role was prince charming and when i tell you, i got obsessed with her and took her to the next level. SHE'S A KING!! SHE'S A WARRIOR!! AND SHE'S ABSOLUTELY HERE FOR HERSELF!!

— let me start from the beginning. narcissus' given name was henrietta. she's the first born, she was supposed to be the next ruler but when her father discovered she's a girl, he was quick to move on from her, have another child - a son, to continue the legacy. narcissus was NOT going to have that. at all. she was the first born! this is her birth RIGHT to rule and she was going to have it, whether by force or war.

— im obsessed with the fact that she's considered a hero! a savior! she protects people! and she does all that so people can love her, not because she wants it, but because it makes it easier to gain power when people love and fear you. she's absolutely the most selfish person alive, every good thing she's ever done, she's done so people can see her and worship her, like she was a god. thus, her title as godplayer. OBSESSED.

— i just think!!! she should be perceived as a man because of her reputation!! they hear her name and they think its some guy coming to save them and then its HER, in all her beauty and grace, donning the darling charming white armor and a claymore twice her size to save you. and she looks like an angel, she's the prettiest girl you've ever seen and then she smiles and you see her teeth are made of razor.

— i just. love it when composed characters lose their shit and thats what she does!! she's always a step ahead, never waiting for you to catch up but the moment she's left behind, she loses it. narcissus is brute force, aggression, taking things by force. she's not charming, she's not sweet, she has one goal and she's made it abundantly clear that she'll stop at nothing to get it. she WILL have it and if it means destroying herself, then so be it. its the image of someone having something over her and she realizes for the first time, she's not in control or power. she's the one being used. and instead of being calm about that or going "well played" she just loses it. gripping the table so hard her knuckles turn white and nails dig into the wood. clutching the paper and tearing it apart. shaking their hand and crushing if. pushing everything off her desk. punching the wall till her knuckles bled

— LISTEN TO ME, narcissus having the girl rage. the anger of her mother and her mother before her. because she's still a girl. she's still someone being denied a throne because she was born a woman. she was not taught to fight, she was not taught to rule, she taught herself that, watching people, picking her own weapons and fighting all her battles because no one else would fight it for her. SHE WAS NOT TAUGHT TO FIGHT!! AND YET SHE BECAME THE GENERAL OF HER OWN ARMY!! because she taught herself, she found her own mentors, she bled and she burned and she made herself into a star and i just. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

— okay so i gave her a brother. to make things worse. his name is zeus, he was supposed to replace her, become what she was supposed to be. and she crushed those dreams, his purpose, made him her pet and i physically cannot stop combusting at the thought of her naming herself narcissus and taking up her mother's maiden name and taking over her own family. he was just a boy!! he was born so she could stop existing and she took everything away from him!! because he was coddled, given everything that was supposed to be his. he was taught to fight by the best of the best, he was taught to rule by their father himself and she defeated him, brought him to his knees.

— narcissus' constant comparison of herself to a god just fucks me up so bad. because she's a horrible person. and she's never hidden that. but she was worshipped despite that because she saved them, she was born to rule, she was a beauty to look at and if that's not god, then what is. and if that is god, then what does that make her. narcissus drawing parallels of her with god bc she's a religion... she needs people devoted to her bc thats how you get power...

— its about getting songs written about you... paintings... musings... sonnets... a key trait of her is the fact that she's really beautiful outside and pretty privilege is a thing.

— OKAY ON TO TALK ABOUT HER FIGHTING BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY. first of all, her in darling charming white armor. second of all, her using a claymore thats twice her size and she looks like she can't even hold it and then you see her fight with it like its a part of her body and FUCK.

— her refusal to cut her hair, even for battle, to show her victories, that she doesn't lose. WHICH, LISTEN TO ME, MEANS IF SHE LOSES EVERYTHING, SHE CUTS HER HAIR. JUST CHOPS IT ALL OFF. i had a similar thought for her eyes. as a child, it used to be more blue but as she grows up, it fades to grey to show her developing as a person. i think zeus was the only one who noticed, how her eyes changed from crystals to clouds, fading and fading, becoming darker and darker till he couldn't remember a time her eyes were blue

— just... the image of her helmet on the ground... her head is bleeding and its covering her face and she's still fighting bc the people must see her as the hero, give her the recognition... chunks of her armor broken and there's cuts where they're broken off... she's grinning like a maniac bc she refuses to give in even though her entire army is dead. the bloods falling from her head down to her teeth and its all stained red, and its so evident bc her hair, her skin, her armor its all white and she swings her sword, taking more people out and there's more energy in her now than ever

— okay but. picture this. narcissus' anger is yelling, shaky legs, resorting to violence bc you can't think, you can't process. you must just do. she's on a battlefield and her army is dead and she's the only one standing and she's leaning on her sword, its coated with blood, hers and others, and she's shivering, shaking, she can't stand but she's getting up bc she refuses to lose, she refuses to give in. it'd be smarter to retreat. she doesn't have to lose, she can retreat and make more plans but there is no thought behind her eyes, no coherency, its just anger, fear, of losing, of ending and she lunges again.

— the only reason narcissus is so rabid on the field is bc she was never supposed to be on the field. when you're taught fighting from a young age, you're taught to control your emotions while fighting, harness it but don't display it. as someone who had to watch and learn, teach herself, she didn't get that training. she could read as many books as she wanted, but she couldn't do that without guidance so instead she made her aggression, her emotions, her fighting and thats what makes her so rabid

— its the energy of "this won't happen, this isn't the end, i'm the end for you." there's no laughing... no witty comebacks.. she's screaming, yelling, like a caveman, like a savage bc thats what you resort to when you don't have power anymore and you want it. thats what you become

— in love with the whole concept of narcissus breaking gender norms and stereotypes NOT bc its bad or anything but bc she was told she couldn't have this and she thought fuck that. she became smart as hell, became one of the best knights ever, all so people would love her, give her power and recognition. THE SHAKESPEAREN QUOTE, yknow, "thou calledst me dog before thou hadst a cause. but since im a dog beware my fangs." that but narcissus...

— i just think... young narcissus, with tears in her eyes, looking in the mirror and brushing her tears and going "grow the fuck up, get over it" and eventually... she did. [ cue eyes darkening ]

— I KNOW THIS PAGE IS VERY LONG BUT THE WHITE COLOR SYMBOLISM FOR NARCISSUS. everything abt her looks pure, delicate, intricate and then when she's on the battlefield and her armor is drenched in blood and her sword is coated. its the constant reminder of her brother going you're a monster for what you're doing - tearing this family apart, taking over, fighting - and her shrugging bc if she's a monster, so is god and she knows nobody wants to lean in to that, not yet. "people are fragile, zeus. when they believe in something, they tend to believe it with everything in their heart or not at all. if you go on telling people i'm a monster... it's not me they'll come after but you, my baby brother. you will be the consequences and collateral."

— i wrote this little excerpt for her and i read it so much ffkjlsdf hmu if you wanna read it

— not to make her commit patricide but also her breaking down her father like he did to her and taking over... hot. "I will rule with or without the crown, father. I will be king even if you still carry the title. This kingdom, this world is mine and mine alone. And the sooner you realize that, the better. After all, you know better than to make an enemy of me."

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OKAY so that was the end. sparing you guys other brainrot i have because it'd be never ending, ngl. blaming missconcertina for encouraging me to do this (dw i know some of the things here probably won't fit the plot so i'll change it, just wanted to give a feel for who narcissus is and what she's like - but if anything does fit, let me know!!!!) and as a parting gift, this shitty artbreeder i made of her as a child