Most of the way done with this sheet, just finishing off bonus points.
Azure Orchid's life before Exaltation was rather simple: she had no great destiny, her name was given to her because of her beauty and charismatic nature, and her peasant upbringing meant that she would simply wait to reincarnate as something better.
When she chose to stand up for one of the merchants, it wasn't even out of any sense of personal bravery or responsibility. She'd been having a terrible day, the thugs had been harassing people for weeks now, and she honestly just wanted it to stop. The only difference was that she didn't back down this time.
It all happened so fast, like reflexes or a dream, and all of them were dead at her feet. The merchant screamed that she was Forsaken, and that was certainly true: all of her friends and associates abandoned her to the sudden claim for something she'd never really heard all that much about.
What she now knew without doubt, though, was that she had a responsibility to make the world a better place. How many times had she wanted someone to stand up and make things better? How it was her turn.
Reincarnation being what it was, there was no reason not to kill quite a few people, leaving corpses in her wake. If someone was evil, she could just kill them, and hopefully they'd be better people next time around. If not, well, she could always kill them again later.
It wasn't a pleasant business, but it could be rather lucrative. When she couldn't find the owner of something, or if the people weren't willing to listen or talk to her, she could keep it for herself. The best two cases of such were a suit of plate and chain, originally worn by another one of those people who insisted that she was Anathema and that the world would be a better place without her, and a simhata who refused to leave her side as soon as he saw her caste mark.
If not for that strange old man, she'd probably have continued on that route until she died of old age.
He stopped her easily enough, standing with an oversized mallet that was taller than he was, yet he managed to carry in both his gnarled hands. She didn't really stop to look at him, which must be why she can't remember what he looked like. As beautiful as the weapon was, she couldn't help but want it. "Nice sledge," she said as she dismounted from the simhata.
"Weapons deserve proper respect," he told her with a bit too dramatic of a pose, pointing it in her direction. "This is a Grand Goremaul, one of the Artifacts of the First Age. Its name is Veritas."
Something about the word struck a chord with her, a way she couldn't quite define or understand, another one of those memories from a life that wasn't hers. "Ver...i..."
Seeing her confusion, he stepped in. "It means 'Truth,'" he explained. "Truth is a much more powerful weapon than any sword, and I aim to beat you down with it."
He chastised her as they fought for what might have been hours, lecturing her like a child as she did her best to end the battle with a single thrust. They spoke of reincarnation, of death, and how everyone who hunted her down was hardly worthy of reincarnation. Many of them likewise saw her as a threat, and were important as Creation's staunch allies. The more of them she killed, the more they'd work to hunt her down, and the weaker Creation would be as a result.
When she finally managed the final blow, he disappeared, leaving Veritas as the only sign of his former presence. Even though she claimed the Artifact as her own, she left her sword as a sort of trade for the worthy opponent. Had she really done the right thing in killing him? How much important wisdom was now lost to Lethe? It never even occurred to her that he might still be alive, watching and waiting for the next chance to put her on a proper path.
Since then, she's taken to mastering the art of fighting without killing, dispatching those who come to slay her but leaving evidence that she could have killed them were she as evil as they believed. She still doesn't know if her current path is current, but she's still young, and her destiny has only really begun.