Kinda obsessed with my new OC

Backstory:

The eight Nightborne were sitting around a fire. All of them exiled, for what? One openly spoke against Elisande. Second had lilies growing in her garden. Only three of the Nightborne were arcanists, the rest were shopkeepers and workers. Then one of them spoke up.
"We can't survive on just these rocks long. If we do not find a good mana source soon, we'll end up withered like Oreth."
"We can't just go back to Suramar. The guards would kill us."
They sat in silence for a while. "What about those felborne patrols? They must have some supplies."
"I guess it's better than just starving to death."

Arcanist Tetroquir looked at the dark stone imbued with fel blood. This soulstone was not a crime just against any moral, but a crime against the very nature of living. Yet, Elisande wanted more. She said, it's for the good of Suramar. But how could forging the shard of a living soul with the blood of a demon be good?
The eight Nightborne were hiding in a ruin on the road.
"I see them!"

"Allright, me, Tetroquir and Lessanda will attack front and cast any spells we're still able. Uvlyrn and the rest, go for the cart."
The Nightborne charged out of their hiding. A fireball exploded on the felborne, an arrow killed a felblade. Uvlyrn opened the cart and pulled out a flask of arcwine, but then. A blade impaled his chest. Without more energy to cast spells, the arcanists turned to their swords. But fighting a well fed opponent was hopeless. Tetroquir watched his comrades get slaughtered. He clenched the soulstone in his fist and muttered his last words of arcane. As he felt the cold metal tear through his flesh and split open his sore throat. The world spun and went dark.

"I am doing the hard choice to make sure the Nightborne endure in these hard times. I've seen the future, this is the only way."
"Is it? Or is this the only way to keep your magistracy and queenhood?"
Elisande's eye twitched. Her posture shifted uncertainly at first and turning defensive.
"Tetroquir, you do value your life, right? You obviously value the life of every Nightborne."
"Magistrix, allying with the Legion will destroy the life of every Nightborne."
Elisande's eyes gave away her wrath. She responded with a shaky almost crying voice.
"Guards, throw this traitor out of the city!"

The world returned to color. Tetroquir woke from between the nightmare and oblivion. He was surrounded by bones, possibly a month or two old? He was laying in the ruin on that road, that's for sure. He tried to get up, but his legs didn't feel like his own, his arms as if of two different sizes. And in his chest, a soulstone beating for a heart. His body held together and preserved only by the power of shadow.