....Alejandro Blythe was born in the inner area of New York City. Living in a lower-class area, he was surrounded from birth by the crimes of the big city - rapings, muggings, drug dealing, murders. He hated them all. While people he knew from an early age succumbed to the pressures of crime, he stood carefully aloof from it all. A patriot by nature, he became that bit angrier every time he heard of a crime committed in his beloved NYC.
....Born to Hispanic parents, he was often subject to the persecution of the schoolyard, and every day he came home from grade school with bruises and cuts all over him. His mother had abandoned the family several years ago, and his father was always too drunk to notice, or indeed to care.
....Not going to school wasn't a loss, he figured; his father wouldn't know the difference, and he didn't like school anyway. It all seemed like a waste of time, all the books and maths and things. Normally he was too angry to even concentrate on what the teacher was saying. He didn't know quite why he was so angry, or why the other kids all seemed either too scared or too mean to be friends with him. He was always angry about the crime, but this anger was sharper, cleaner.
....One day, limping home from school, he noticed that one of the empty apartments in his building was occupied. A huge, muscled black man sat on the doorstep eating a stick of salami. Noticing the boy's wounds and curious stare, the man called Alejandro over. After cleaning the boy up and finding out what happened, the man (who introduced himself as 'Charlie') made a deal with Alejandro. He would teach the boy self-defense but, in return, Alejandro would have to promise to help out at a homeless shelter that Charlie was trying to set up. Eagerly Alejandro agreed, and the two soon became good friends. Charlie, it turned out, was an ex-Marine who gave up the life in favor of something more worthwhile than travelling around the world killing people.
....Eventually, sick of the beatings from the kids and the purile pity of the teachers, Alejandro stopped going to school. He began working at a motorcycle mechanic shop near his home, and soon became quite proficient at it. Working gave him a release from his rapidly building anger somehow. It also kept him fed and clothed, and in time he saved up enough to buy and fix up his own bike. He met a friendly girl named Sara at the shelter, and began a seemingly quite stable relationship. She seemed immune to the building fury within the boy, and the two were soon inseparable.

....Then, one night while coming home from the movies, disaster struck. Deciding to take a short cut through an alley, they ran into a local gang of muggers. Caught by surprise, Alejandro was held down and beaten up, while Sara was chain-raped by the others. As they made him watch, Alejandro felt a pure, white-hot anger boil up from within his soul. Rushing forward, uncontrollable, the Rage took him and consumed him and, as the leader of the gang slit Sara's throat, Alejandro burst into Crinos form, his howling of Rage and the terrified screams of his victims floated up through the thin air under the full moon.
....Alejandro awoke in a nearby park several hours later, covered in blood. He was naked and cold, and even in his confused state he noted with grim satisfaction that none of the blood was his. Nevertheless, he could not for the life of himself remember what had happened after that pure anger overwhelmed him. The last thing in his memory was the sight of that cold, hard blade slicing a crimson mark across Sara's delicate throat. His screams of anguish went unanswered.
....The next night, Charlie was at his door, a grim look of satisfaction on his face. Listening to the boy's distraught tale, Charlie calmed him down and took him to his apartment, saying that maybe a few of the boy's questions would be answered. At the ex-Marine's place were two hippie-looking people and a huge dog. They told him that everything he had learned was wrong, and that his true nature had to be hidden from him until it was certain that he was 'part of the tribe'.
....That was the start of a truly surreal night, as the boy was taken from his home to a nearby caern, where he was taught the ways of the Children of Gaia, his ironically peace-oriented tribe. He had finally found a place he could fit in, and even though the extreme passivity of the Children annoyed him occasionally, his soul began to settle down.
....Then one day Charlie, kinfolk to the Children and still a good friend, approached him and announced that he was ready for his Rite of Passage. Eager to please the sept and prove himself an adult, Alejandro went forth via Moon Bridge to an obscure Get of Fenris caern in Europe, the emotional scars from his First Change still fresh.