[P] Callan, Male Dhampir

Callan’s eyes opened. Not with a start, not with a fright. The forest around him was quiet and moonlit. It was peaceful.

He checked his pockets to find that he didn’t, in fact, have any clothes about him. He lamented his lack of coin and stood up, taking stock of the situation.

“Naked, no weapons, no coin. He must be testing me.” His Patron did have a sense of humor about him but usually gave him a bit of warning before putting him through a new trial. Callan looked inward, almost in prayer, trying to reach out. “Nothing.” It wasn’t surprising to not hear anything, but at least the presence remained. But here... wherever here was. Nothing.

“Perhaps another test is needed...,” he muttered as he threw a hand out violently, unleashing a coruscating black and purple beam. It surged towards a nearby tree and blasted the base of it, leaving nothing but char and smoke. “Power... but no strings attached.” Callan, without surprise or fear, let out a deliciously cruel laugh.