Editing Rachel Lindt (section)

==Appearance==
Rachel has a squarish, blunt-featured face with thick eyebrows, auburn hair, and a muscular build being naturally inclined to fitness, with constant activity needed to force around her dogs when they are grown to monstrous size. She wears heavy jackets with thick fur collars and/or hoods, heavy boots, and disposable dollar store dog masks that she uses interchangeably with slight modifications.<ref name="WoG7">For what it's worth, any simple mask of a dog would work. They're cheap, they're liable to break easily, so she would have spares. If they're too glossy or silly, maybe spray it matte black and paint over it. - [https://redd.it/9gqak8 WB comment on] Reddit.com 2018-09-18</ref><ref>The man in black suddenly turned to look at me, “Introductions.  That’s Tattletale.  I’m Grue.  The girl with the dogs-” he pointed to the other girl, the one who had whistled and directed the monsters.  She wasn’t in costume unless I counted a plaid skirt, army boots, a torn-up sleeveless T-shirt and a hard plastic, dollar-store rottweiler mask as a costume. “-We call her Bitch, her preference, but in the interests of being P.G., the good guys and media decided to call her Hellhound instead.  Last and certainly least, we have Regent.”<br /><br />I finally caught up with what he was saying.  Those monsters were ''dogs''? - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2011/06/25/gestation-1-5/ Excerpt] from [[Gestation 1.5]]</ref> Taylor described her as being rather butch. Later, she began to wear a mask [[Skitter]] made for her that resembled one of her enhanced dogs, [[Brutus]], as well as a long coat<ref name="15.1">[[Colony 15.1]]</ref> and shirt. Due to her psychology, she frequently takes on a glowering expression.<ref name="I21.ye1">“There’s two major issues we have to deal with,” Tattletale said.  “Accord is going to be one.  The other is-<br /><br />''Bitch.''<br /><br />The girl entered the room, two large dogs flanking her, the wolf cub trailing behind, unmodified by her powers.  The young American bulldog, still not fully grown, an older pitbull that bore the scars of old dogfights.  The wolf cub was comparatively small.  ''Adorable''.  Adorable and capable of turning into a murder machine the size of a pony.<br /><br />Bitch was imposing in an entirely different way than Grue was.  Grue was intimidating, but he was ''fair''.  Rational.  Bitch wasn’t either of those things.  Her blond hair was shaggy, having grown in, combed with little more than fingers, if appearance was any indication. The glimpses of her face that showed in the midst of the hair were a wary glower. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/04/30/interlude-21/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 21.y]]</ref>

In the years since she relocated to [[Earth Gimel]], she put on more muscle mass, height, a tan, toughened feet, and had let her hair grow out longer.<ref name="25.6 e2">She was riding Bastard, I recognized.  It was different from the others, symmetrical, the alterations flowing into each other better.  Two other dogs accompanied her.  Bentley wasn’t among them.<br /><br />The onlooking crowd, Imp’s underlings included, sort of hurried on their way as the dogs approached Regent’s monument.  Rachel hopped down as they reached our side of the street.<br /><br />Rachel was taller, I noted, browned by sun, the jacket I’d given her tied around her waist, a t-shirt and jeans, with calloused feet instead of shoes or boots.  Her auburn hair, it seemed, hadn’t been cut in the two years since I’d seen her.  Here and there, hair twisted up and out of the veritable mane of hair, no doubt where tangled bits had been cut away.  Only a sliver of her face and one eye were really visible through the hair, a heavy brow, an eye that seemed lighter in contrast to the darkened skin.<br /><br />And ''damn'', I thought, she’d put on muscle.  I’d gained some, working out every day, but even with her frame and her natural inclination towards fitness, I suspected she must have been working hard, all day, every day.  Maybe not quite what a man might have accomplished, but close. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/13 Excerpt] from [[Scarab 25.6]]</ref><ref>She was more muscular a build than ninety-five percent of people I knew, more than Tristan or my dad, even, and the effect of her using every major muscle in her body to slam a massive wooden door was pretty dramatic. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/12/10/radiation-18-8/ Excerpt] from [[Radiation 18.8]]</ref>

During [[Gold Morning]], she was wearing a black jacket, tank top, and pants, with a white fur ruff added onto her hood.<ref name="29.3">[[Venom 29.3]]</ref>