Born to a rich family of great repute.
As the eldest daughter, she embraced this prestige and wore it like a badge of honor.

Yet beneath this calm facade was a young woman with a very short fuse.
She took great care to prevent that anger from taking control.

And she succeeded, until the incident.
At a gala, one of the guests spilled their drink over her dear friend on purpose.
After witnessing this shameful display, she cooly tried to correct their behavior.
But this proved near impossible in a world without words.
Soon she grew impatient with the guest's dismissiveness and surrendered to her temper.
When she returned to her senses and saw the fresh red handprint across the guest's cheek, she ran away, ashamed of letting her rage get the best of her.

As if guided by a divine hand, the Fighter eventually found herself standing before the Great Crystal.