Ren

"There's no better moral compass than guilt and fear."

Renathi Zariel is a warlock adventurer, formerly associated with the Saviors of Sanctuary.

Description, etc
Ren's perhaps a touch taller than other human women of her age, with dark red eyes and loose brown hair that has a barely-noticeable green tint to it. Her face is somewhat cute, hardly gorgeous, but not bad-looking, even if her skin is a few shades paler than human skin should really go, and her eyes are disproportionately large. She doesn't much smile, preferring a worried, melancholy look that seems permanently affixed to her youthful face. Said crimson eyes have a dark glow to them, suggesting perhaps more than a tint of fel influence powers her magic.

Her body isn't anything truly amazing. The only thing of note is a toned build that, while hardly material for physical combat, is certainly more impressive than one would expect from a spellcaster. Green nails tip slender fingers, unnervingly cold to the touch. Her clothes are usually a tad too big for her frame, giving her an underweight look that further reinforces her meek, timid nature. She's usually playing with a piece of silver or fingering her wand nervously, looking around for anyone or anything that might be in the business of stirring up trouble for fun and profit.

Backstory
Ren was born in Dalaran, during the faint bastion of peace between the Second and Third Wars, the only child of Merrick and Jouana Zariel, high-ranking members of the Kirin Tor. They were hardly Council of Six material, but certainly known and respected mages. Naturally, they wanted their daughter to follow in their footsteps, and weren't shy about expressing this. Almost from the moment she could form a sentence, she was enlisted in a prestigious magical academy, had apprenticeships lined up with various reknowned magicians, and, as a slight casualty, the absolute loss of any control in her life. Renathi's parents swore their daughter would become the greatest Mage Azeroth had ever seen, or die trying.

Mr. Menethil favored the latter.

In the aftermath of Dalaran's destruction at the hands of Archimonde, Renathi was rendered an orphan, lost in the chaos of the attack. When the barrier went up, Ren receded into Dalaran's underbelly, teenage rebellion and her unstable emotional state leading to the young magician signing a pact with Revana of the Azure Flame - a demon. A substantial portion of her inherited magical artifacts, and her eternal servitude (at an unspecified later date) in exchange for power over fel magic. "It sounded like a good idea at the time" doesn't begin to cover it.

While substantially more powerful than someone with her age and experience has a right to be, the Warlock found herself paralyzed by fear. While the terms of her pact ensured that, beyond the natural addictive qualities, she wouldn't be used as a pawn: slowly corrupted as she strengthened, how could she be sure? What's to say by making this deal, she'd already ensured her descent into madness? As this new terror took hold of her, the city she'd spent her entire life in was transported above Northrend, and the shield around it removed. Renathi almost immediately took off for the outside world, desperate to find someone that might be able to give her guidance.

While exploring Elwynn Forest at the behest of a warlock coven hidden in Stormwind's mage quarter, she met Millenia Antares, a Mage of roughly her age that quickly befriended Ren, despite her less-than-savory power source. The two grew close quickly, and traveled most of Azeroth together, eventually joining the Saviors of Sanctuary, a militia dedicated to upholding justice, freedom, and virtue for all of Azeroth. Millenia's friendship, in addition to membership of a group that was, by definition, "the good guys" seemed to assuage Ren's fears, and she grew even more powerful, participating in several major battles across Outland and Northrend with the Saviors.

And that's about when Revana decided Renathi had grown enough to be useful as a minion. She possessed a schmuck that had called on her without forming an actual pact, and tracked the Warlock down to deliver an ultimatum: Abandon the Saviors and serve her as a member of the Burning Legion, or face all the wrath an ancient Eredar witch can bring on a puny mortal. Our heroine's desperation got the better of her, and in an attempt to weaken the creature, killed her host in a prolonged battle. While this, naturally, wasn't enough to destroy the demon, it substantially weakened her...at the cost of her host's immortal soul, which was annihilated by the particular spell meant as the "killing blow".

Wracked with guilt at what she'd done, and fear at what might be brought on her as vengeance by Revana - or worse, her victim's friends and family, she quit the Saviors in disgrace. Her few friends, upon learning what they'd done, almost unanimously abandoned her to her fate, and she now lives alone in Dalaran, occasionally doing a favor for whoever sounds trustworthy and just, then fading away again.

Assorted Shenanigans
Ren has a slight stutter, and her hands crackle with green electricity when she gets particularly enraged.