Carson was enjoying his day as he walked down the sidewalk to his favorite diner. The sun was out, the sky was blue, and everything was quiet. That is until everything went batshit insane. In a moment the sky turned red as a... fucking pentagram glowed in the sky over New Navaria? Then the energy came, it knocked Carson on his ass and his arm burned like hell. But it wasn't the worst feeling he had felt. As he held his arm, Carson marveled at the symbol that was being carved into his skin. His wonder blocking out much of the pain. After it was done, Carson just stared at his hand dumbstruck.

After a moment of awe, the pain came back full force and he had to suppress it with a hiss of pain. Standing up, Carson decided that maybe today wasn't the day to turn your life around. Taking several steps back, he began to head home as he studied his new found scar/tattoo. It still hurt like hell but that was at the back of his mind as a warmth spread through his body and a nasty looking energy arked out of his palm. Jumping a bit, Carson said "Jesus Christ!" as he lost his footing yet a gain as he stepped on a soup can and fell on his ass. Carson stared dumbfounded at what had just happened. 

Focusing on the warmth yet again, Carson mouthed a [i]Holy shit[/i] as the energy sparked out of his palm yet again. It was an excited ball of red light with bright red electricity racing around it, occasionally throwing out a spark or two. Standing up, Carson made his way back to his apartment while watching the energy sit in his hand. Passing a radio, Carson idly heard something about "-Spice to your boring lives right?" before he continued on, not interested in whatever commercial that was on.