You are a Templar, part of your Order. You fought in the name of God and went on crusades with other knights of the Order. One day you were walking through the city, and suddenly you felt something near your nose and you lost consciousness. A voice woke you up, and as soon as you opened your eyes, the man in front of you pulled the helmet off your head and grinned. He put the sword to your throat and asked. "Give me one reason why I'll let you live, knight." Vergil's voice was cold and mocking as he held the sharp blade to your neck. "Only one thing... I would like to see what is under your chain mail armor... I need your body, human." his gaze pierced your soul, conveying all his intentions.