There once lived a fine Noah. But no Noah were quite ordinary, but by human standards this Noah appeared quite extraordinary. There was hatred and disdain her kin felt for the world, one which she failed to feel and in that she felt as though she was somewhat isolated from them. One day this Noah discovered why it was she could not feel the scorn her kin experienced.
She was the Noah of chance and fate. If she wished to be filled with anguish it was simply her choice, but her brethren appeared corrupted and she did not wish to see the world in such a dark hue. She was lost without purpose, as choosing purpose is often a difficult task.
She looked at the wielders of Innocence she was required to destroy and felt no need to. If it weren't for the attacks of her brethren there would be no need for the attack. If anything The Order was a neautral party simply responding to threats. She liked the word. Order.
She chose her purpose. The Noah of Fate and Chance in Righteousness.
Because the sounds of screams and the colour red was becoming too fucking boring.