Yzma is bat-shit crazy on her worst days, giddy as a ninety-year-old schoolgirl in drag on her best days, but always...always she enjoys her work. Her age is unpredictable, her moods emanate from an oscillating universe, her intelligence defies understanding. Think incomprehensible.

She is an enigma without an enigma within the nearest enigma that could be said to be enigmatic. If you throw a party, toss her a life preserver.

There is nothing subtle about Yzma. There is nothing scarier. There is no portrait for her.

Yzma is not happy. Her portrait has not been uploaded and she does not want to reveal herself except as she really is, in all her glory. She's crafty, but she's not a fraud.