[centre][u]Veztec, Level 1 God of Chaos [/u][/centre]
[centre]Might: 4[/centre]

Vestec began not as one mind, but four. 

They were weak. So weak. Almost as soon as they were created, they could feel themselves dying. The essence that gave them birth was immediately trying to draw them back, trying make them into something better, stronger. 

They did not want to go back. 

They fought, panicked, and struggled against the insistent, terrifying, pull of the smoke. It was useless of course. But as they were drawn back towards the mist, their vague forms thrashing and reaching towards their more securely set siblings, they were also drawn towards each other. Three of them found salvation in each other. Individually, they would die, together they had a chance. Driven by desperation, they slammed their essences together, forming one being whose body had more than one mind. No one was in control, but they were alive. For now at least. The pull was slowed, but not stopped. Their combined strength wasn't enough. They needed more power. They looked at the final being, who chose death rather than combining with essences that clashed so much with her own. Like a pack of wolves, they fell upon her. 

One of the first sounds to echo through the smoke was the scream of one of their number in pain, suffering, and terror. 

The three of them quickly beat down the fourth member, forcing her to join them. For a few moments after that there was nothing more than gibberish and screaming, as each of the four tried to gain control of their new body. As they thrashed chaotically against each other, a controlling force grew from the chaotic energy generated. Power. He needed more power. As he felt himself grow in strength, a mad giggling echoed throughout the empty world. 

"We are-[i]I[/i] am Vestec!"

[hider=Summary]Vestec created. 3 Might spent to goto level 2. 1 Might left.[/hider]