Born in a small village inside the boarders of a kingdom ruled by a merciless tyrant, Alexandir was raised to know the meaning of valor and honor. He vowed to live by those values so that he could become a good, honest and hardworking man just like his Father. However, at the tender age of fourteen, his life took a turn for the worst.

The local Baron proclaimed that the crops brought in that year by the village were not of a standard or quantity required to pay for that season's taxes, and thus, punished them with a certain kind of twisted pleasure best delivered from a wicked tyrant vying for an excuse to abuse his powers for twisted intent.

During what was supposed to be a raid of "warning" turned out as a day of bloodshed. The villagers " angry at the Baron's drastic and unjust attack, decided that no longer would they cower under the rule of an Empire that treated its lowly subject so wrongly, and so retaliated against the militiamen that were destroying their homes. Winning that day, the villagers" celebration had become short lived.

This uprising brought the full wrath of the Baron's ire against them. He spoke of law and of their transgressions, branding them as rebels and condemning them for striking out at the hand that fed and protected them, rather than blaming himself for his own actions. The Baron's personal guards were mobilized, and they were to eliminate the villagers, and to leave no evidence of the village ever had existing from the records.

Fortunately, all was not lost. Thanks to the valiant effort of his Mother and Father, Alexandir had managed to escape the worst of it, but at the cost of their own lives.