Nadine Amari

'Meri-Sekhmet'

Played by: Stormclaws

INFORMATION

Human (immortal), female, 28 (apparent)

Aliases: None known
Nationality: Egyptian
Residence: N/A — everywhere.
Employer: Unknown
Function: Unknown

Bluesky: @sekhmess.bsky.social

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TRANSMIT – initiate Schrödinger's signal – RECEIVE – initiate the Yamu frequency – HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED – initiate the limbo – WITNESS – Meri Sekhmet

She was born of the sun’s zenith, her cry heard over the sands of Kemet. Her name was Meri Sekhmet, a child of bloodlines steeped in divinity. Daughter of Iseret and Ahmesseker, high priest and priestess, and niece to the bearer of crowns. In her veins ran the sun’s fire and the weight of lineage. Her destiny was gilded with promise, her path paved in the incense of temples and the whispers of Gods. Or so it seemed.

The serpent slithered into her life—a man cloaked in kindness, his lies sweeter than honey. She was but fourteen when his shadow fell over her. By sixteen, her innocence was a memory, replaced by bruises and a son born from violence. Sebek was his name, and she adored him with a mother’s heart, fractured though it was.

But the serpent’s plans were woven deeper. Sebek was a vessel, a pawn for ambitions larger than any one life. She saw it, sweetling. She saw the horror waiting for her child. And so, she made her choice. A mother’s love turned dagger. At the river’s edge, she pressed a kiss to his brow, her voice trembling with lullabies and promises of the Field of Reeds. She held him until the waters claimed him. Twelve years he walked the earth. Twelve years before she set him free.

The serpent’s wrath was swift. He took from her what she had already given—her heart. He carved it from her chest, and she fell. But her story did not end. No, sweetling. The sands of Kemet are littered with secrets, and some linger where even Gods dare not tread.

She woke to a world of pain and rage. No heart beat in her chest, but still, she walked. Death claimed her again and again, but it never held her. She rose from the ashes of her own ruin, a revenant bound by grief and vengeance. Not by the hands of Gods, nor by mortal design, but by forces unseen and unspoken. A curse? A blessing? A testament to a will that defied both the divine and the infernal?

Meri Sekhmet, the lioness, hunted her serpent. Through decades, through lifetimes, she tracked him. She learned of others—girls like her, their lives snuffed out by his hands. When she found him, she unleashed all she had become. Fury incarnate. The sands drank his blood, and the stars bore witness to his end.

But revenge is a fleeting salve. The echoes of Sebek’s laughter haunted her, even as she wandered into the annals of time. From the icy fjords of the North to the blood-soaked trenches of wars unending, she walked. The years tempered her rage, forging compassion from sorrow. She became a protector, a healer, a shield for the broken and lost.

Her heart is gone, yet she feels its shadow in the kindness of strangers and the warmth of fleeting connections. The Northmen called her Solrún, the sun’s promise. Others named her lioness, shadow, revenant. She is all of these and none.

Do you hear it, sweetling? The song of the sands, the roar of the lioness, the whisper of a mother’s love? The world knows her, though it does not speak her name.

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