Caleb (computer game character)
Caleb is the protagonist of the computer games Blood and Blood II: The Chosen. He is created by Monolith Productions, which is also the creator behind the series. Stephan Weyte did the voice of Caleb for both games.
Background story
Caleb is considered, by many, as an anti-hero. One who does not care for those surrounding him, all except his own love interest, Ophelia.
This is his story.
In an age and a region renowned for cruelty and violence, Caleb was legendary. Born in 1847, western Texas, he had sealed a reputation, at the age of 17, as a merciless gunfighter. However seven years later when he met Ophelia Price, his hunger for bloodshed took on a menacing new timbre.
Ophelia was Caleb's doorway to the Cult and its dark purpose. He could not have known that in time he would come to love her, nor that their service to the Cult would find the two of them beloved among the Chosen, elite servants of the dreaming god Tchernobog, the One That Binds, Devourer of Souls.
In the Hall of the Epiphany, a temple that spans the chasm between the worlds, the four remaining Chosen stand at the forefront of a procession of worshippers. Tchernobog's presence is felt more than seen-the great, frigid weight of a hunger that spans millennia. He speaks in a cacophony of voices stolen from the dead, summoning the Chosen to the center of the sacrificial ring. They stand before the Dark God, united by a sudden, inexplicable sense of doom.
A wordless cry rises up from the seething shadows, one voice swallowed up by many until the hall resounds with them. The members of the procession behind the Chosen melt away in a gust of ethereal wind, extinguished like so many candle flames. There aren't even ashes to indicate they ever existed.
The Chosen look to one another in confusion and dread. They can already feel the ties that bind them to Tchernobog fraying. "Why? How have we failed you?", they ask with a trembling voice of fear.
But there is no answer other than the shattering scream that threatens to tear the universe to shreds. Darkness swells around them, swallows them. Their cold, abandoned souls fall through the abyss. They burn.
Caleb awakens in cold and damp in a body he no longer knows. It has long lain as a corpse that refused to rot, protected from putrefaction by some unearthly link to its master. The pain of protesting muscle and flesh invigorates and awakens him. He welcomes it. It distills his hate into the maelstrom raging in the center of his mind.
An agonizing cry breaks out of him, shattering the stone lid of the tomb in which he lies, knocking loose sediment, cobwebs, and the small, unnoticed creatures that have shared his grave with him. A single word rings out through the darkness, echoing Tchernobog's lingering howl: "Why?"
And so it begins.