Amaunet

The visage that suddenly lays before your eyes is one that sends a sudden chill down your spine, your heart suddenly races and although your instincts cry out loudly that you should turn to flee that voice soon becomes but a whisper now as your body freezes, unable to turn away your gaze from the delightful temptation of the sinful curves and powerful coils that lay in front of you - the beautiful but deadly form of a female Egyptian cobra staring right back into your eyes.

You would find your eyes immediately averting from her gaze before they would find the dark yet glossy obsidian scales that shaded in the long muscular form of her body, highlighted by bright golden markings that accent the underbelly of her stomach and showed various scars of fighting in the form of talon and bite marks over certain portions of her scales showing off she was every bit the apex predator that she appeared to be. Your eyes would boldly glance back upwards as your heard the soft sound of her voice call out, those two golden slits making up the visage of her reptilian eyes, small specs of yellow intertwined within giving off the effect of a rather cold and aggressive stare, unblinking given the nature that she has no eyelids and was incapable of closing them - even when she slept. They say that the eyes are a a gateway to the soul though if one should look into hers for too long they may find themselves trapped on the other side of them - a lesson that you came to learn if only too late as you felt yourself unable to turn away from that hypnotic gaze.

You would catch a glimpse of that long serpentine tongue as it flickered out from the round slit between her lips, an impressive length reaching just over three feet when fully extended and having a split end. Its primary function was to help her taste chemical particles in the air as for when it reeled back in she would insert the tips of her forked tongue into the opening of her Jacobson's organ - a gland that helps her detect certain pheromones in her surroundings everything from emotions to hormonal and even changes in temperature of the air. Above her scalish lips and below her nostrils there are a series of small holes known as labial pits, these would help allow her to "see" the radiated heat of warm-blooded creatures even in the darkest of environments. The hooded crown along the side of her neck was a hard thing to miss, its visage making her already impressive form even more intimidating to look at once it was fully inflated - it could even produce a slight rattling sound in times of duress or aggravation in a reflex like manner.

She would slither slowly towards you leaning in some allowing you a glance at her upper torso where you would see that it is void of any large scales with the exception of her underbelly, this gives her the appearance of having very smooth dark skin that's is almost latex like in appearance though upon touch would feel as soft as silk as you soon found out as her body presses up against yours, clawed finger tips reaching down to tilt your head upwards as she pressed you against her set of large mammary mountains that protrude shamelessly from her form. Her peaks pierced in golden glory with the symbol of the ankh - golden chain tethering them together in symbiotic bondage. Her body tells yours that she'll bring unimaginative ecstasy, her scent evoking emotions long hidden - those eyes promise yours things you were always too scared to ask another, her voice whispers out to you after she has finished speaking.

PERSONALITY: A two sided coin of sorts with one side being narcissistic the other being callous. Molded by a harsh environment the serpent learned early on that to invite weakness into the heart was to flirt with death, and so she would grow to become emotionally cold and hard and just as unforgiving as the dry desert climate of her homeland. Her position in the temple bid her to look down upon others even as they looked up to her for spiritual guidance and protection, a hubris born of an ambition for power and control.

DEMEANOR: Calm, calculating, stoic. These are the words that best describe the serpent's rather elusive nature. An opportunist and schemer at heart she is both cautious and considerate in the manner in which she addresses and speaks to others and rarely if ever drops her guard. If her subtlety should ever fail she is not afraid to be more confrontational if need be, assertive and direct is her go to method.

TEMPERMENT: Quick to anger, slow to forget. The stoic demeanor she normally wears is easily fractured and cracked.
She has very little patience when it comes to the impudence or ignorance of others, be it by means of actions or words there will come a breaking point. If that threshold is ever exceeded one can expect her more venomous nature to take root.

SENSES: Being of a predatory species her senses are well honed for the task. While her eyesight is nothing to write home about her sense of smell is unparalleled in it's ability to detect all the little minor inconsistencies that go unnoticed by others. With that comes the ability to detect those who are magical in nature, the smell of the arcane be in from their bodies or residue energies surrounding them. The pheromones released by most mammals and other creatures can also be tasted and processed by a small organ on the roof of her maw, these pheromones contain a broad range of information regarding their emotions and to a certain extent feelings; natures very own third eye. The small pits located above her upper allow her to 'see' in an ultraviolet light spectrum highlighting sources of warmth and heat.

SCENT: Her body and scales are bathed in various botanical fragrances - being a reptile she has no natural pores and thus has no real natural scent like mammals and other species. Lavender and juniper are the most common scents that she gives off.

PIERCINGS: The hallmark piercings of the serpent are the two golden ankhs that pierce each one of her nipples, a golden tether being chained to each end creating an alluring bridge of glittering gold that unites her breasts. Her secondary piercings are normally found in that elastic crown seen sprawled out from her neck, large golden rings piercing the protruding ridges that jet outwards on occasion.

CLOTHING/JEWELRY: When not completely in the nude the serpent prefers to wear fine linen sheets to wrap around her chest torso and waist. Transparent silks are often a common sight allowing a slight bit more modesty yet maintaining the serpents sultry nature.
In her homeland gold is the most royal and pure of metals, so there is little surprise that all of the jewelry she wears is almost completely made up of it. On her fingers she normally has a varying assortment of rings on either hand, thumb, index, ring. Her tail can have a varying range of multiple rings or bangles of various sizes sometimes tethered together by gilded chains.

INVENTORY: Amaunet wears a sash around her waist that contains several small pouches along her sides. Within these pouches of various designs contain coin, fruit and a other miscellaneous assortments of things that she might need on a daily basis. Should she have her hand maiden, servant or body guard by her there is a chance they will be the ones to have more encumber some items.

VICES: The serpent craves excess in all its forms, an entropic escapism from reality be it with alcohol, sex or drugs.
Substance abuse is very common given her hedonistic and opulent lifestyle, the smoke of opium or lotus is a familiar cloud than can be seen lingering over her. Booze is usually in the form of wines though harder substances are imbibed given both her size and tolerance to feel inebriated. Her sexual appetites can leave her wanting to do more and more depraved acts, everything from orgies to snuff, torture and rape. Her primal hunger leads her to overeating at times, including copious amounts of fruit yet if not available she will have no problem substituting it by finding fresh living meat.

GENITALS: Infertile womb was as barren as the wasteland, a sorcerous experimentation gone awry - where fertility still failed, virility had taken it's place. Hidden just beneath her waist lay dormant the slit that contained the twin gilded shafts of her malehood that had been created when her spell had failed, each complete with a pair of internal testicles and the ability to knot her lovers; it may not have been what she had wanted, but she wasn't really complaining either.