Virgil Holmes was born an anxious, unfortunate being. As hard as he tried, anxiety, guilt, and inferority always held him back. He became shy and withdrawn. In his teens, he spent many hours shivering in the darkness of a closet trying to comprehend what was wrong - what was wrong with him? Why was he the way he was? There was no answer. Eventually, the answer would come as an unwelcome companion, but it would come, like it or not. Virgil had the misfortune of being born the genetic duplicate of an ancestor from thousands of years ago. Along with that inheritance, he also inherited responsibility for storms that would follow wherever he went. He was innocent, but simultaneously responsible for the resultant wrath and destruction. Illogical and unfair, but the curse was now his. As a result of cavorting with psychedelic flowers, he is thrust into another dimension, to a beautiful place where he is finally relieved of his burden. He would no longer be the Storm Bringer.