Justine Bouchard

When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.

Born years prior to the fall of Lordaeron, Justine remembers well the chaos of the Third War; the fear, the uncertainty. The calamity and death. Having survived -- even thrived from -- these horrors endured, a once-innocent child has since flourished into a woman of little patience and zero tolerance for anything beyond perfection of morality.

To her mind, meddling with magic of any kind (beyond that of the Light), and being associated with said occult, is the cause of all the world's strife. Mages, warlocks, death knights, even druids... None are granted sanction, and she hunts all with a zealous fanaticism that is terrifying to behold. Forsaken especially nurture the burning flame that is her anger, her retribution.

Appearance
Justine is statuesque in appearance, with dark green eyes that burn with unnerving fervor. She has long, thick hair tinted a red/brown in colour. Her expression is sorrowful and stern, having the look of a martyr, with the left side of her face covered in old burn scars that extend down her neck and presumably her arm and torso also. She speaks in full confident tones, and is often regarded as being abrupt and commanding; everyone's obedience taken for granted when she gives a suggestion.

History
Formerly of the Silver Hand and Scarlet Crusade, Justine stands apart from any single organisation or faction. Her loyalty lies with the Alliance and Light, but she has not forgotten, nor given up on, the fight for Lordaeron. She spent much of her days in the north, hunting down occult members and the errant Forsaken foolish enough to stumble in her path, and has only just returned to the southern city of Stormwind, where she called home after the mass exodus following the plague of the Third War.

Realising the impracticality of fighting alone against the injustices of the world, she seeks now to find a like-minded group of individuals to whom she can swear her sword and loyalty, yet it seems an almost impossible task, as those of the southern kingdoms appear only interested in a single thing: politics. The garnering of power and influence, whilst they remain blind to the dangers lurking at their doorstep.