Mary the Menace, a young, powerful, exiled mage.

Mary the Menace trots into town on her trusty black steed, smiling with satisfaction at how each of the pathetic villagers who see her squeak with panic or fear, and quickly retreat into their homes.

Her copper shoulder length hair glimmers in the sunlight, almost flickering like a sick memento of the terrible fire magic she used to devastate those who resisted her here in the past.

Mary holds no remorse for the pain, suffering and strife that she has caused these pathetic commonfolk. Their pitiful existence is essentially meaningless, compared to the might and magic of a Mage of Illustris like her.

Having thought of Illustris, the small, secluded village of spellcasters where she was raised, she spits on the ground in disgust. How dare they,exile her, despite her excelling as a mage, achieving standards way above her peers.

Okay, sure, there was that little **** Orgasm Incident, and perhaps she had caused them some minor headaches with the Vine Beast she accidentally summoned. But to put her through the disgrace of exile, and to leave her to fend for herself in this depressing basic and boring world... That was unforgivable.

Now she is in a particularly foul mood. So when she enters the village's general store, she does so with a fierce scowl on her face, looking even more intimidating than usual.

"Mary!"
"It's Mary the Menace!"
The hushed but urgent voices of the shopkeeper and his eldest son and daughter.
"Quick Phillipe, take Belle out the back, and-"
"Not so fast." Mary snarls, cutting off the old man before his treasured family members (both in their mid-20s, like Mary) have a chance to escape the building.
"You can all stay right where you are."

Mary flexes her fingers, causing her knuckles to crack loudly.
The three villagers stand still, raising their hands in fearful surrender.
"Please, Mary, just take what you want and go. We don't want any trouble." The shopkeeper pleads earnestly.

"That is what I was going to do, but now that you tried to make a run for it, you've made me even more angry than I already was. So now... I think I will take what I want and then leave... After testing the new spell I've been designing on your daughter."

The mage's eyes turn an eerie green color as she activates her mana. Above her outstretched index finger, a ball of ominous purple arcane energy begins to form, casting its sinister glow over her tight red bodice and ample cleavage.

Phillipe, the brother, has his fists clenched tight, and is shaking with a mixture of fright and rage.
"Don't you dare." He growls.

"Oh, I do dare." The sadistic sorcerer snaps back. "Don't worry, she should turn back to normal in six months to a year. Two or three years tops."

Mary the Menace begins to chant her new spell's curse.

"Hasferderaaah..."