Alexander Vert fought to bring revolution. His parents murdered in a vampiric raid, the boy was enslaved and put to work mining silver among other lycans and humans. For months he suffered from the icy burn of the deadly metal under the whip of their dark inquisitor. Just when he was about to lose hope, a moon spirit appeared to him in a vision, preaching that he would survive and that the fate of the Earth would fall in his hands. When he awoke, the boy found that his hair was snow white. Not five moments after, a squadron of lycan rebels, led by Peter Greystroke, attacked the mine and rallied the slaves to fight back. Vert and the others joined Greystroke’s cause afterwards. In the final battle he fought bravely, raising the morale of those around him just as Peter had done for him. Ultimately, though, he was trapped by a dark spell, forcing him into a coma-like state. He remained like this, un-aging, for thousands of years.
In the year 2007, the tomb that held the silver-knight was disturbed by a demolition team making way for an office building. What his eyes beheld caused the lycan’s faith in people to be shaken. He destroyed the equipment and killed the workers for what they had done. Over the course of the next year, he traveled across the globe, witnessing the audacity and pain caused by the human race. His heart became hardened; as hard as his blade; as hard as the bullets that he would put into their bodies. Alexander would take humanity’s most devastating weapon, their faith, and twist it into a horrifying mask of what it was meant to be; he would use it to cut them down.
The destruction done unto the Amazon rainforest was the most appalling thing he had ever seen. This would be the banner for his movement. The Church of Amazonia had been established.
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