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Remy Tomovici grew up in the town of Sandpoint. When he was just a boy, goblins attacked the town during the annual Swallowtail Festival. He watched in awe as a band of brave adventurers fought them off--the very same adventurers who would one day become the Sihedron Heroes! He knew that one day he would follow in their footsteps.
Later that same year, his town was attacked by an army of giants. Among their ranks was a red dragon that spread fire and destruction in its wake. Again the Sihedron Heroes defended the town, but he was struck by the terrible power and majesty of the wyrm. What if that sort of power could be harnessed for good?

At fifteen, Remy left Sandpoint and journeyed to Kaer Maga, where he joined a monastery devoted to the teachings of ancient warrior-monks trained by dragons in the distant past. He honed his body and learned to eschew passive introspection in favor of unshakable confidence. Once he turned eighteen, he joined up with a group of like-minded explorers and set out to plumb the depths of the ancient dungeons of Varisia.

Unfortunately, his first real adventure ended in disaster. His party came across the statue of a beautiful woman holding a double-bladed polearm. While searching it, he foolishly triggered a trap! Black lightning crackled through the chamber, striking his companions. Remy tried to dodge out of the way of the other bolts, but there were too many. His world exploded into pain as the magical feedback wracked his body, and then--

Darkness.

He felt like his soul was floating free of his body, drifting through an endless silver void...

*BA-DUM!*

His heart beat, the sound thundering in his ears. His eyes fluttered open and he took a ragged breath. It felt like he'd been suffocating for an eternity, and the rush of air in his lungs burned with intense relief. He lay there, gasping, for several moments, the world slowly swimming into focus.

The first thing Remy saw was his own corpse. His dead body lay staring at the ceiling, eyes open in terror. His body was twisted and blackened, wisps of smoke rising from charred flesh. His companions were quite dead as well.

As he looked down, a few raven-black tresses obscured his sight. Everything felt off. He couldn't help but notice the large swell of the breasts now hanging from his chest. Where once he was lean, muscular, and masculine, now he was soft, voluptuous and undoubtedly feminine. He had become a woman--and not just any woman, but the same one that the statue depicted!

Too ashamed to return to Kaer Maga, Remy traveled west, eventually reaching Roderic's Cove. There she decided to stay a while to meditate and research the fate that had befallen her. She has since learned that she's apparently in the body of none other than the Runelord of Lust, Sorshen. She has been having strange dreams lately, urging her to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh that she denied herself as a monk. The more time she spends in this body, the harder it's becoming to resist those urges. She hopes she can find a way back to her original body soon.

Remy has only lived in the Cove for a few months' time. After several years living among the chaos of Kaer Maga, the small town life is a nice change of pace. The Cove reminds her of her childhood home of Sandpoint, and should any danger arise to threaten its residents, she wouldn't hesitate to step in and stand against it.

1. What was the most important event in your life?
"Up until recently, I would have said witnessing the Sihedron Heroes saving Sandpoint from goblins, giants, and dragons! Their courage and heroism inspired me to want to walk that same path. Now, though..." Remy gestures to her body with a grimace. "My life has been fundamentally altered. I'm stuck in a body that's not my own, plagued by disturbing dreams and visions. If I'm not careful, I might lose myself to a haze of lust and decadence. There must be a way to reverse this malady. I only hope I can discover it before it's too late."

2. Besides yourself, who is the most important person in your life?

"That would be my sensei, Korovati. She is a nagaji from Tian Xia who brought the teachings of the scaled fists from that distant land. She was the one who trained me and honed my skills so that I might harness the power of dragons to fight against evil. But... I'm too ashamed to face her like this. I won't go back to Kaer Maga until I have restored my body."

3. How do you like your eggs and why?

"Fried. Korovati used to harness her ki to breathe forth flames to cook breakfast for her students. Perhaps one day I will unlock that ability for myself."