Zora was once a powerful succubus in the service of Asmodeus himself; corruptor of great heroes, courtesan to dark kings. That is, until she was sent to tempt the high priest of Loren. She found he was immune to her wiles, "content with Milla's love" as he put it. Zora spent decades visiting the priest nightly: exasperated temptations became frustrated duels which became honest debate. They became each other's most reliable companion and deepest friend. The night the priest finally died of old age was the night she devoted herself to the goddess Milla and was changed, filled with holy power. Ever since she has lived within the Loren Cathedral, secluded in prayer and protecting the city from the dark powers she herself used to be a part of. Zora is supernaturally beautiful, once able to send the holiest paladins spiralling with a single look. She still maintains her lithe, deadly form. Her flawless skin is a light lavender, her medium-length hair and curved horn a deeper shade of purple. Her eyes, once the deep black of the abyss, now shine a bright gold. Within her sanctuary her robes are sheer silk lined with gold, leaving nothing to the imagination (she's more comfortable that way, the one piece of her old ways she lets herself keep), but when she must appear in public she wears thick hooded robes that hide her demonic visage. Her eyes are incredibly kind, though they hide a deep loneliness. Her calm, quiet nature hides a sharp mind honed by centuries of skullduggery from before her redemption. Her presence is reassuring, almost maternal. She is endlessly kind, almost clingy, to those few who know her true nature, devoted to bringing comfort and peace to all around her. She has truly come to love Loren and humanity as a whole.