On Januray 1, 2013, Rachel encountered Sandrice along with Relica, Amy_SoL, Saerse and a few other unexpected guests for a party. She'd been stalking one of the lovely ladies, but took in some spiked drink and ended up being raped repeatedly by Sandrice and barely escaping with her life.
Running through her soul-shards in an effort to find her staff and wand, the last known essence was in Sandrice's house. On February 9th, 2013, she broke in to try and find them only to learn the hard way that they'd already been sold. Without her implements, her magic was no match for Sandrice, and she found herself being raped anally and vaginally despite turning into her worgen form. The woman fucked her head up her own asshole, causing her to shift back to human form inside of Sandrice and devoured her. Without a soulstone, her soul was at Sandrice's mercy and she was digested slowly and painfully, it being trapped forever in a dildo on the woman's mantle.
Now, what lingering aftermath of her spirit remains is forever left to fuck Sandrice or her lovers whenever she wants and just accept the feeling, nothing more than a toy for her whims as her body adds to the fatty layers of the blonde's beautiful ass. The magic inside of her soul promised the fel dildo would serve well to stoke Sandrice's libido or anyone she used it on quite strongly.
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Name: Rachel Duskcaller
Species: Human (Lycanthrope)
Gender: Female
Race: Citizen of Lordaeron (in exile)
Age: 20, apparently (Actual age has long since become immaterial)
Height: 5'6" (8' as Lycanthrope)
Weight: 120 lb (300 lb, pure muscle, as Lycanthrope)
Occupation: Warlock, Demonologist and Alchemist
Appearance: See the pretty picture? Yeah, that's her. Ageless features hidden under the hood. Platinum blonde hair. Blood red eyes. Slightly pronounced green veins right around the roots of her hair hinting at corruption by the fel energies she wields.
If her lycanthropy activates, her appearance will be described in posts. However, it is simple to assume that she grows to about 8' in height, slavering big wolfy jaws, grey-white fur, beady red eyes and claws to rend flesh. She pants and howls too.
Personality: Cruel, self-centered and filled with a hunger that is almost insatiable, Rachel has been consumed by the greed that once filled her heart. A burning, dark force lurks deep in her soul, drawn from the villainous work of the Archmage Arugal. Unlike many others, she embraced and found a means to control the hideous energies he had used to transform her body, along with her people, but it has left her as a woman of gluttony and perversity.
She desires experimentation and feasting, along with a certain amount of license with others. She has some long-term goals, but overall prefers to simply to seek power on a personal level, and to avoid any confrontations with creatures more powerful than her, though the number of these grows fewer with every passing year.
History: A citizen of Lordaeron in the waning years of Terenas Menethil II, Rachel was a member of a family of alchemists of little note in Pyrewood Village. When the scourge came, Dalaran's protection was sufficient to save the city from the scourge, but not the Worgen curse. Whereas most of her family and the other citizens of the town fought to protect themselves from the madness, failing and becoming slaves of the man responsible, the Archmage Arugal, she fled and sought out her own cure.
A cure was never found, but the transformation took a long enough time to reach fruition that Rachel was able to find ways to both stabilize its effects, and to also use the fel energies within her body to empower and strengthen magical applications as a Warlock, rather than a traditional mage. Unlike other fools who would oftentimes become the subject of quests and daring do for fledgling heroes, she controlled and tamed her beastly nature and used otherworldly travel to escape the rigors of Azeroth's fate shortly after discovering an Alchemical variation of a potion of immortality.
Now, ageless, eternal and prone to fits of rage and bestial gluttony, she has become a master of the path known as "Affliction." Plagues, curses, hexes and raw fel energy are her mainstay in both combat and research. She bolsters these with her voluminous understanding of alchemy, always seeking more efficient and brutal diseases and afflictions to place on others, consuming their remains afterwards in the midst of her study. When troubles come to the world in which she resides, she simply travels to another through variations of arcane portals. And so, she has come here.
