Millions of people from all walks of life have committed themselves to the Cult of Beard's global work for the betterment of the bearded and mustached brotherhood. By forgoing all divisions of religious, geographical, or political beliefs, followers of the Cult of Beard strive to form a community where all people, in all places, can live in solace with the strength and determination to grow and maintain the holy trinity of beard, stache, and brotherhood.

The Brotherhood's origins are directly connected to the "first to bloom" amongst the outlaw of beard growth in the mainstream during the final age of the Roman Empire sometime between 395-476 AD. Though the topic is still debated by scholars; it is widely believed that the uprising began just as the popularity of hairless Grecian depictions became the norm throughout paintings and statues-- deeming body hair as uncivilized and unworthy of esteem.

Cast out and turned away, The Unshaven were forced to dwell, among the crypts and catacombs to shelter their loved ones from the persecution of those deemed "clean" or shaven, by the orders of Emperor Avitus. For decades prejudice ensued as bearded men, women, and children were imprisoned and tortured for their lack of conformity. Dawning cloaks and hoods to hide their growth in fear that it would lead to their conviction and demise.

This tradition has held true through the ages. The cloak now standing as a symbol of unity among the members of The Brotherhood, also known as "The Unshaven." 

During the dawn of The Unshaven, one member stood above all others due to his compassion for the weak, respect for the strong, and hatred for the clean and shaven. This brother's true identity is still unknown, but legends have referred to him as none other than Raziel- the first to bloom. 


As the tension grew between The Clean, and The Unshaven many had fallen, in both the name of The Brotherhood and for the treachery of the empire. Neither the streets nor the underworld was safe from the growing violence both factions waged to further push their beliefs. Innocent men were slaughtered in the wake of its turmoil due to their decision to either grow or gods forbid, shave their beards. 

The Brotherhood vouched to no longer push their armies forward in daylight, in the effort to disassociate themselves from the civilians who walk among each other in the early hours. Raziel thought this sacrifice necessary to establish The Brotherhood as the favored side to those not yet involved in the battle.

With the rising number of arrests and innocents being forced to leave their homes in fear of being falsely accused of treason by Emperor Avitus and his followers, many began taking matters into their own hands and reaching out to the Brotherhood for assistance the only way they could think to.

With little being known of the Brotherhood outside of what secrets and whispers referred to as "The Trinity."  A term that derived from stories claiming Raziel's sword dawned the crest of the brotherhood; resting atop the handle (the pommel) sat a three-sided polygon representing the Unshaven Trinity of Beard, Mustache, and Brotherhood.

The townspeople began carving the Trinity into their doors and discreetly scratching it into walls and roads to show their support, as well as call for help without it being known to the Empire.

Eventually, their hidden tactics would become known to those oppressing them, forcing Avitus to act in the harshest of ways. His soldiers began burning homes, waking families in the night by the screams of their children being carried off into the night, never to be seen again. 

As the genocide continued the outcry for assistance from, and in support of the Brotherhood lead to a townwide extermination of anyone with more than stubble on their faces, and that of their loved ones. 

As Emperor Avitus and his soldiers marched through the streets, slaughtering all that opposed them, they were met beyond the smoke by a group of shadowing figures, all drawing their swords from beneath their cloaks.

As the smoke cleared Avitus for the first time laid eyes upon the man he had only heard stores of, and that of his trinity dawned sword. As the soldiers of the empire ran towards these cloaked figures one among them remained still as others began to fight. refusing to remove his eyes from the Emperor.

As the battle waged on, members of both factions fell at such a rate that it would seem the waves of soldiers were endless. Even still, not a single drop of blood had met Raziel's sacred blade, for it was reserved for none other than the name who had started all of this... Avitus.

Yelling for his men to seize Raziel as he continued to push through the army of the Empire, Avitus' men could do nothing, leaving him with no choice but to face to the man he feared most.

Meeting him in a small clearing at the center of the city. The field surrounded by flying embers and smoke and drowned by the sounds of clashing steel and the screams of those who have fallen.

Avitus raised his sword and confessed that after that day "no man shall ever question the will of the gods" and that all seen with a beard would be slain on sight and displayed for all to see. In finishing his claim he abruptly drove his sword down toward Raziel, leaving him just enough time to parry with his defensive dagger. 

Raziel swung his blade toward the Emperor; just as the steel met his throat the Emperor raised his shield and deflected the blow. Throwing the sword from Raziel's hand and into the fire burning from a nearby carriage vandalized by the surrounding violence ensuing-- but not before slashing the throat of the Emperor.   

  As the Emperor with his hands on his throat lay on the ground gasping for breath, Raziel, weary from battle recovers his sword from the flames, ignoring the pain of holding the heated steel he walked to the Emperors body to leave one final message by burning the Trinity into his forehead for all to remember what took place that day. 

As Raziel lifted the Emperor's head to inflict the brand, Avitus raised his hand, stopping the sword from reaching his face, but instead receiving the brand in the palm of his hand. Shocked by the deflection Raziel hesitated; a moment Avitus would not take for granted. 

Avitus, with the sword still searing into the flesh of his hand, managed to grab the weapon once controlled by Raziel with his opposing hand. Reaching up and grabbing Raziel's hood to pull himself closer, Avitus drove the blade into Raziel's chest before falling into his eternal slumber.

Members of both armies stopped in that very moment as if an invisible force had decided that enough blood had been spilled on that day.  Soldiers dropping their swords and shields as an overwhelming sadness coursed through their bodies.

As the dead were cleared from the battlefield a member of The Brotherhood came across the bodies of both Raziel and Avitus. Lying next to snuffed out fires and pools of blood and sweat and tears. 

There laid the Emperor, hands covered in his own blood all except for one spot on his left palm where the welt of the Trinity had been branded; and Raziel with the very same pressed onto the front of his hood made by the dying, bloodied hands of the Emperor. 

A symbol that the Brotherhood would forever adopt as a reminder to all of what took place that day...

O Mighty Bearded Brotherhood,  I cast myself utterly into thine hands and place myself unreservedly under thy all-powerful protection. Comfort me and deliver me from all of the dryness and itch that wishes to bring harm to my beard, both seen and unseen.