There are so many stories and "biographies" on AG that I have decided to finally post the full backgrouund of my username on the internet. So here goes...
A long time ago in a small village off the coast of what is now NorthWest France, there was a young boy, Branden Hill, who devoted his life to ending pain and suffering. At the age of 6, he bagan training himself to be a priest. He was so devoted to his task that he did anything he could to spend as much of his day in the church.
One day, in his 14th winter, he was in a church, trying to sooth the pain of a man with frostbite. The man was kicking and screaming as his foot was amputated.(they had to do it in the church, because there was no hospital, you see) While Branden was calming the patient, a glowing figure rested on the tier behind him, making himself invisible to all but the purest of the pure. Branden saw him immediately, and when he was done with the operation, he turned to it.
It spoke: "You have been chosen by the great lord himself to serve the light, and protect his property from the Lord of Lies. He has bestowed upon you a blade unlike any other. It is made of pure light, and hews through evil."
Branden accepted the gift, bowed reverently, and went to the front of the church to pray. "Lord, thank you for bestowing this great responsibility upon me, and for entrusting me with such a powerful instrument." Suddenly, a serene, yet booming voice says...
"I have done no such thing, son of Adam. But you believe this so strongly... Come to me in sleep, and we shall disuss this matter in person." Branden is excited, and rushes to his room in the Undercroft of the church right away, forgetting the subject of their discussion.
As he falls asleep, he is surrounded by a calming presence. "Lord, you asked me to contact you?"
"What is this matter of a sword? I have looked through your eyes, but see no sword of light, only a sword of darkness, given to you from the Fallen Angel himself. You have been tricked," Branden suddenly feels ashamed, "but I will do something for you. When you come into Heaven, I will give you a duty. Until that time, continue your life as you have been. I am proud of the great devotion that you show to me, and may grow to need you in tthe future."
Branden continued his prayers with determined vigor. No religious problem was unsolveable to him, no situation requiring violence. When he died, and went up to Heaven, Gabriel himself was waiting at the Pearly Gates. "You must be Branden. I have been told to assign you an important task. When the Great Lord himself took the evil sword from you, he shattered it's essence. Over the years, I have gathered the resources neccessary to reforge it, greater than ever. Never in the history of man has evil been imbued with light, but it will be done... by you. Only someone as devoted as yourself can wield it, and what you will do with it... will be worthy of endless commendation. You will subdue the source of evil in your home country of France. All that is left for you to do is forge it. Because you have never resorted to violence in your life, He will train your mind in the Art of Combat."
Branden then forged the dark blade for the next year and a half, enchanting it with light. This task was accomplished by sheer belief, and no one else had been found capable of the task.
