By the Gods!

Narcissus

Narcissus was, you guessed it, a narcissist. He derives from Greek myth as the handsomest hunk of a hunter in all the land. He’s the kind of fellow to lose himself in someone’s eyes, only to find that he’s been staring into a reflection all day..literally. 

  Narcissus was the son of Cephissus, the river god and the nymph Liriope. Narcissus knew too well that he was one fine cut of grade A beef, and therefore no woman was good enough for him.

Echo, a nymph, loved him dearly, but was harshly rejected by “Mr. Prettier-than-thou”, and pined for him until she wasted away. All that was left was her voice, repeating Narcissus’ words for eternity. Narcissus was then punished for his good looks by Nemesis (you can tell from her name that this lady ain’t one to be crossed).

One fine day, at the ripe ol’ age of sixteen, Narcissus came across a lovely pond in a forest, from which he decided to wet his whistle. As he did, he saw his reflection for the first time in his life and exploded in love with the magnificent man he was looking at, not realizing it was himself. Eventually, after pining away for a while, he realized that the image he saw in the pool was a reflection of himself. Realizing that he could not act upon this love, he tore at his dress and beat at his body, his life force draining out of him. As he died, the bodyless Echo came upon him and felt sorrow and pity. His soul was sent to “the darkest hell” and the narcissus flower grew where he died. It is said that Narcissus still keeps gazing on his image in the waters of the river Styx.