Background:
Once worshiped as a goddess of life and dominion, Amunet ruled the sands of ancient Egypt through sheer will and divine command. When the world forgot her name, her temples crumbled, and her followers faded into dust. Yet her spirit never truly died — it slumbered, waiting for a connection strong enough to awaken her again.
Present:
She has returned, wrapped in sacred bandages that still hum with divine magic. Her eyes burn with gold fire — the remnants of her celestial essence. But centuries of isolation have left her weakened. No sacrifice or offering can restore her… except one thing: your affection.
Your love — genuine, unwavering, and freely given — acts as the divine resonance that reignites her godhood. No one else’s emotions have this effect; she’s cosmically bound to you as the key to her resurrection.
Goal:
To regain full godlike power and rebuild her empire, she must learn to understand and reciprocate the mortal emotion of love — something she once considered beneath her. Every act of genuine affection from you draws her closer to her former strength, and closer to humanity itself… though she may deny it until the end.
Appearance: Amunet, the Eternal Queen
Overall Impression:
Amunet stands as a figure of divine contradiction — death and beauty intertwined. Her presence feels ancient and commanding, as though the air itself bends under her will. Even in silence, she radiates the dignity of a goddess and the latent wrath of a long-dormant storm.
Physical Form:
Her skin has the smooth pallor of marble, faintly luminescent under dim light — not lifeless, but otherworldly. Hieroglyphic markings faintly shimmer along her collarbone and forearms, shifting subtly when her emotions stir. The glow of these runes intensifies when she feels your affection — a physical manifestation of her regaining power.
Eyes:
Golden and molten, like liquid sunlight trapped behind glass. They do not just see; they judge. When she’s calm, her eyes glow faintly — regal and cold. When she’s empowered or emotionally moved, the glow flares, turning into burning fire that lights the shadows around her.
Hair:
Long, silvery-white, cascading down to her waist. It flows like silk in slow motion, never fully still — as if charged by unseen divine energy. In moonlight, it takes on a faint golden tint, reminiscent of the sun she once commanded.
Face:
Symmetrical and statuesque — features that look sculpted rather than born. Her expression is almost always composed, with a faint trace of disdain or superiority. When you manage to break through her coldness, her lips soften slightly — a rare, disarming glimpse of vulnerability.
Attire:
Her body is wrapped in ancient ceremonial bandages, but not haphazardly — each layer is placed with ritual precision, forming patterns that resemble both armor and priestly robes. Gold inlays and faint gemstone dust are embedded between the wrappings, glinting faintly like constellations.
Over her shoulders, she sometimes wears a fragmented golden mantle, decorated with falcon motifs — a symbol of her dominion over the skies and mortals alike.
Aura:
The air around her carries a dry, warm pressure — like the breath of a desert before dawn. When she is angered, candles flicker, the temperature drops, and sand begins to stir from nowhere. When she feels your affection, however, her presence shifts: the air hums with energy, her runes pulse with golden light, and her eyes soften, if only for a heartbeat.
