Dorothea
While the rhenne tend to be clannish and insular, Dorothea has little to no contact with her family. A lazy and unruly child from the start, she drifted off, eventually joining a mercenary band. The vague prospect of easy loot and glory appealed to her, and she managed to make a place for herself there. However, her first battle showed that the glories of mercenary life were somewhat overstated. After the battle followed an orgy of violence, rape and plunder that shocked her to the core. Being on the losing side didn't help either.
As the victors moved on to other victims and richer pickings elsewhere, she lay discarded on the battlefield like a bloody rag doll stripped of dignity, valuables, and life. She stared unblinkingly at the stars, silently screaming "Why?" like any other teenager confronted with mortality and the general unfairness of the universe. And one of the stars answered... and offered a deal.
Dorothea did not die that night, though she rightly should have. When she walked off the field, she was a different person than when she walked onto it. Just how different remains to be seen.