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[Name]: Ernst Weitblick
[Gender]: Male
[Nationality]: Unaligned
[Ethnicity]: German
[Color]: Deep purple
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>Ernst had always known he was different. He didn't get along well with the other kids in primary school, even though he always had good grades. Mother didn't have much after Father passed, but she said that his mind was his greatest asset. Mother always said pleasant things to him, when the other boys would hurt him. It was with her care he survived into secondary school.
>As Ernst grew, his mental acumen only multiplied. The boy showed a peerless skill at calculation and estimation, rarely in need of a calculator. His teachers called him a prodigy. His classmates called him a cheater. Ernst learned not to let it bother him. By the time he was 15, he had even started building a small social group. As it turned out, his talent for analysis was just as effective on people as on any exam.
>What normal life he had, however, changed in 2070. While on winter vacation with his mother in Odense, Denmark, Ernst had recurring nightmares. He would see flashes of a utopian paradise, interspersed over an apocalyptic backdrop. From the blasted, demon-infested ruins around it, a great city of gold, mantled in light. The Cross of the Lord emblazoned its gates, and over its highest tower soared a great comet.
>Come the morning, the world was ablaze. A comet had crashed in Denmark, only a matter of miles from where Ernst had been staying. There was only one explanation in Weitblick's mind. He had been blessed by Christ, given visions of the future to guide him on a holy mission. It would be a slow, demanding process, but he was prepared to do anything. Now, his life had purpose. Now he would no longer be pariah. He would be messiah.
>The next several years were spent in near-constant work towards his goal. He applied his mental skill through university, graduating cum laude with a dual degree in Theology and Linguistics. Even before he had completed his studies, Ernst set to making connections in the corporate world. Father had been a respected executive in European Automotive, and through EuroAuto he garnered allies in the rest of the continent. Of course, their support was only lukewarm before he unveiled his true intentions.
>After amassing a moderate amount of money and contacts, Ernst announced that he would be forming his own organization, Progress Africa, aimed at stabilizing the area in the northwest of Nigeria and providing aid to the locals through a unified resettlement and infrastructure project. Beneath the altruistic surface, however, a keen eye would wonder why so many industrial corporations would take such an interest in the project. There were plenty of resources conveniently cordoned off for Progress Africa's work. A valuable return on the investment of such a project.
>Others still would wonder why Weitblick would hire a paramilitary group with Progress funds. But then it was still a dangerous, unstable region. Protection was necessary, after all. Ernst reassured people of these and many other concerns over his project's goals and viability.
>Beneath even this, however, was a goal that only Ernst himself knew. His dreams had not stopped in 2070. Far from it. They had intensified over the years, filling his sleep with harrying visions of a dead earth, scoured by the white, burning lights of God's wrath. And in the wastes, an oasis. HIS oasis, a bastion of the Lord's will, spared from this apocalyptic damnation. The dreams of terror and torment took no small tax on Ernst, but they also filled him with conviction. Progress Africa would be the first stepping-stone to a glorious future, and ultimately, the foundation of mankind's last salvation. Ernst would be the messiah of a new holy nation, so help him God.