Editing Campaign:Anarchy Group Omega/Storm (section)

=== Background ===
Born as the son of an Eastern trader, the boy who would grow up to be called Storm of the Moon's Wrath was always a bit of a tricky case. He was hot-tempered, loudmouthed, and incredibly zealous about everything- especially his defense of any bullied children in his neighborhood. Of course, this usually got him in trouble. Still, he was a good child in every other respect, and strong to boot, so his parents had no problems integrating him into the family business. 

At the age of sixteen or so, his father's caravan was travelling through an Eastern forest when Raksha attacked. Not expecting it so close to the civilized edge of the forest, the caravan was caught completely unawares and either destroyed or taken captive, down to the last man ... almost. The young boy managed to get away, though he himself was gravely wounded in the process. Bleeding, alone, lost, he dragged himself through the forest, making makeshift bandages from plants, eating anything slow enough to catch. When he finally reached what felt like safety, he looked up to see the smiling face of the Silver Lady.

But his problems didn't end there. While the Silver Pact is quite adept at retrieving their newest members immediately after Exaltation, this one proved to be a bit of a problem- of course, when one Exalts so close to the Opal Court, especially a Lunar Exalt, especially a Lunar Exalt who had formerly been a ''mortal'' from a caravan they'd ''just'' taken- well. Whether through wounded pride or just curiosity, they couldn't help themselves, and even a Lunar Exalt can fall prey to them, weakened and confused as he was.

It felt like forever, to him. But no force on earth can contain a Chosen of the Moon forever. Not a month after his capture, in the middle of the night, the young Lunar struck, all his mad rage focused on those who imprisoned him, ripping any raksha he could find to shreds. As he staggered out of the forest, the full moon high in the sky, he nearly ran straight into the retrieval pack sent to get him.

He told them what happened.

His subsequent initiation into the Silver Pact as a Full Moon happened the very next night. During the tattooing they granted him a name to honor Luna, taken from the furious manner in which he fought- like a raging hurricane. Storm of the Moon's Wrath went on to learn from most of the Swords of Luna, as that faction was one he drifted towards immediately, and spent most of his young Exaltation with them, in the Deep Wyld, fighting the monsters there on their own turf.

Storm never told the elders, of course, what Luna said to him on the night of his Exaltation- that was personal, and they understood. Now, though, it haunts his memory more than ever, as the world itself falls apart around them.

"Be strong, my child. Many will need that strength soon."