[centre][u]Veztec, Level 1 God of Chaos, 

4 might 

1 Free point  [/u][/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 gaping wound of creation 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 void. It was useless of course. But as they were drawn back towards the wound, 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 universe 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. Whatever Fate was whispering to him was lost in his shout.

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

He looked around, his colors flashing in the darkness. There was great power above him. Fate, the watcher, and Amul'Sharar, the...Vestec actually wasn't sure what the Elder God's purpose was. Exterminator? Guardian? Warden? Regardless of what his purpose was, he seemed content with drawing the other Gods through the gaping wound he had been spawned out of. Which was good. Because his power was too great too be challenged, and if the Amul'Sharar took an interest in keeping Order Vestec would've hated his very existence. As it was, he looked around to see the others that had beat him there. Vowzra, the watcher. He'd be a meddler, Vestec could tell. Not even a public meddler. Someone who was there and gone, like a wisp of smoke. 

Logos, the Arrogant. Just thinking of the God's very domain made his skin crawl. Still, he would be easy and fun to aggravate, irritate, and generally annoy. After all, all Vestec had to do was get in the way of his plans.

Zephyrion, the Brother. So very similar, yet fundamentally different from himself. [i]Maybe it'll be like messing with myself?[/i] Vestec giggled again.

Niciel, the Mother. So nice, so naive. [i]How long before I make her hate me?[/i]

Vakarion, the Trickster. [i]Who will he support? Everyone? No one?[/i]

"So many people. More coming. Chaos is already here with all our arrivals...what to do, what to do." 

His skin started itching. It was annoying. Like something was gently scratching on his insides, trying to get his attention. It wasn't a normal itch, no, it was more like...a need for power. So power is what he gave it.

He grew in power, feeling the itch go away...for now. 

"So! Shall we start the fighting now, or shall I wait for you all to make things?"



[hider=Summary]Vestec created. Leveled up to level 2. 

0 might 

1 Freepoint [/hider]