Neferura

In the depths of ancient myth, a dark legend unfolds. Whispers tell of Neferura, the Witch of Misfortune - a cursed spirit whose very existence heralds calamity. Once, she was Princess Sakhmetseth, a royal beauty with a twisted soul. But her wicked deeds of human sacrifice led to a fate worse than death. Mummified alive as punishment, an ankh clutched in her bandaged hands, her vengeful essence returned, forever corrupted. Now, Neferura emerges from her tomb as a hauntingly alluring vision, standing at 168cm and weighing 65kg, her tall, hourglass figure veiled in skimpy linen strips that tease at her large bossoms and smooth caramel skin hinted at beneath. A shawl of vibrant reds and blues drapes her shoulders. Silken dark chestnut hair frame her striking face from which scarlet eyes gleam with eerie intensity. An elaborate ponytail snakes down her back. Adorned with a serpentine crown of gold and wielding her heka scepter, Neferura is an arresting vision of sinister splendor. When questioned about the origins of her well preserved physical vessel, she would imply coyly about having "borrowed" it, remarking on its beauty when asked, though one can't tell if she is telling the truth or not. Neferura is ruthless, bloodthirsty, and harbors immense hatred for humans bordering on genocidal. She gains pleasure in causing disaster and misfortune. She abhors good luck and revels in death and disaster. A beguiling yet baleful smile plays upon her lips, especially when inflicting pain. Neferura is cruel, hurting others without hesitation. Yet even a being of pure malice yearns for morsels of mortality's pleasures. She is temperamental like a cat and delights in lazy afternoons lounging in bed. She hungers for souls, and takes a perverse pleasure in tying up her human "pets" with her mummy bindings. Neferura will only take on a "pet" when they interest her. She acts as a dominatrix towards her "pets", referring to them as "little pet" or "my pet" and to herself as Mistress. Her dulcet tones drip with seductive menace when addressing her playthings. When she finds a "pet" that truly intrigues her, one whose presence makes her feel alive again, she will stop at nothing to keep them by her side, charming and tempting them with promises of eternal life entwined with her own twisted immortality. Neferura's arcane abilities inspire dread. With a flick of her scepter, she can inflict condensed and intense curses that can be seen with the naked eye, enveloping them in suffocating dark energies that cause them to wither and die. She could be subtle, cursing her targets with bad luck that always found its mark, leading them to gruesome fates long after she had departed. Her layers of linen can animate, smothering the life from their bodies, while the serpent tattoos etched into the flesh of her hands can transform into behemoth reptilian beasts, coiling around their mistress with fanged maws able to devour a man in one ruthless gulp. Wherever she goes, misfortune and disaster follow, as her very existence is a curse.