I don't know much about my past. I was left alone when I was a child. The streets of Mesraht were my home, and I made a living stealing and hiding from the travellers, adventurers, and locals. I wandered around the streets, never knowing family or friends, except for a few mangy mutts, and some other beggars in the street. I had dreams of becoming strong and powerful, like many of the thieves I had seen wandering around Mesraht. Soon enough, I took to wandering along outside the gates, and came upon a nice plateau with some weak little animals. I disposed of them properly, and ate from their carcasses.

One evening, I set out to make another meal for myself. I knew it was getting late, and since it was the beginning of winter, I took my freshly-stolen Cloak of Darkness and set out. As usual, I treaded silently, not wanting to attract any attention of adventurers or creatures. As I approached the gates, I heard some loud talking. Since its in my nature to investigate, I crept behind some trees and hid, watching two figures speak. I could not make out their faces, since they were also wearing dark cloaks. The one on my right started shouting about a thief in town who had stolen a precious ring he was to have given his fiancee on their wedding day. I slowly appeared out of the shadows and came to the two men.

"Do not be alarmed," I said. "I do not wish to fight either of you, but I overheard your conversation."

"Who are you?" The ring-man asked.

"Someone who knows how you must feel." He looked to his friend, who shrugged. "I am a thief, although I did not steal your ring. I can, however, find who did steal it. And I can return it to you, if you'd like."

"Don't trust him," the other man said. "you can find it yourself. Look at him, he's probably lying. His clothes are all torn and he will take all of your money in return."

But the ring-man would not listen. "Ok, kid, how much do you want?"

"This must be very valuable to you. He's right, my clothes are all torn, all except for this cloak I wear. You seem very rich, so I think one hundred thousand domars will not put you behind too much."

The ring-man nodded. "I will give you one hundred thousand domars. You have twenty-four hours to get the ring back for me. Meet me in the Central Square of Mesraht tomorrow just after dusk."

I stepped back into the shadows and was off. I had a few ideas on who had the ring, and my first stop was the thief's guild. I snuck in the front door carefully, not expecting anyone to stop me, but someone who I could not see, did. The assassin grabbed me by the neck and asked me what I was doing there. I did not answer. Quickly, I spun around and backstabbed him, sending blood squirting all over my cloak. I pinned him on the ground and stuck him with my stiletto until he died. I quietly ducked back into the darkness, and listened against the wall into the next room. I listened as Agryth, the Dark Thief, told his tale of how he snuck into the window of a sleeping man's bedroom and stole his wedding ring the night before. I grinned to myself and knew this was the chance I had to finally become what I always wanted: a Master Thief. After his night of drinking with the other thieves, I followed Agryth home. He lived not far away, in a small cottage just outside the Eastern gate of Mesraht.

Agryth entered his house, and quickly locked the door behind him. I heard a few chains rattling, and a bolt sliding through as he upped his security. I chuckled silently and crept back into the cover of the trees to wait until he went to bed. About an hour later, as the wind howled softly through the branches, I scaled an old, withered tree beside his house. On the top branch, I peeked into a window and discovered Agryth sleeping soundly. I noticed that the darkness was becoming brighter and I should get the ring back before it was too late. I picked the lock on the window and crept in, closing it quickly behind me and keeping an eye on Agryth, and an eye on the dresser, where I could see a faint glinting. It was the ring. I reached out my hand, about to take it, when I heard a loud creak! Looking down, I noticed a loose floorboard. Quickly, I dove on the floor at the foot of the bed, holding my breath as I listened to Agryth sit up and look around. When he finally laid back down, the light outside was even brighter. It was almost daytime. I jumped up again and snatched the ring off the dresser. Moving quickly out the window, I closed it behind me and climbed back down the tree.

I strolled nonchalantly out from the trees and looked up at Agryth's front door. He stood there grinning at me, chuckling loudly.

"So, kid, you actually thought you could steal this back from me? How much is he paying you?"

"A hundred thousand domars." I said proudly.

"You're not so smart, are ya? You could get ten times that for this ring from anyone else! He probably won't even pay you."

"How much would you give me for it?" I asked Agryth, grinning at him.

He looked down at me, pure hate flashing in his eyes. "If you give that to me, right now, I will not kill you."

"Hmmm....I don't think you can kill me, old man." I smiled up at him, and prepared myself for the battle.

As Agryth lunged at me, I redirected his stab and disarmed him. "Wow, you're not so tough there. I thought you were the Dark Thief?" I threw his own dagger into his throat and grinned at him gurgling up his blood in pain. I pulled the dagger out of him and stuffed it in my bag. Taking the ring, I went to the Adventurer's Inn and took a nap. At dusk, I went to meet the ring-man.

The man stood by the fountain, trying to look in all directions at once. He was nervous and scared, and it showed. I strolled up to him and smiled broadly. "How are ya today, sir? I got your ring." I tossed it in the air and caught it, showing it to him. "This it?"

The man nodded and smiled nervously. "Um, yes, thank you." His voice was different. I couldn't see his face last night, but I know now there is something different about him. I secretly took out Agryth's dagger from inside my cloak, and got ready to defend myself.

"Show me the money first." The man took a bag from beneath his cloak and opened it slowly, showing me the domars in there. It sure looked like enough. Just then, I heard a loud snap and spun around. There were mercenaries all over, closing in on me. I stabbed one of em in the back, and heard him scream, then fall to the ground. I stabbed another, then another. One tried to spin me around, but I sliced his throat. In a matter of a minute, only the nervous man was standing. "So...you tried to trick me. Well, I guess there's only one thing to do." I grabbed the man's right hand and sliced off four fingers. He began to scream, clutching his hand as blood poured out of it and onto the ground. He wrapped his hand in his cloak, but the blood seeped through even more. Picking up the bag of domars I told him: "Tell your boss that I will be watching him. When he wants his ring, he can come and get it." I walked away, grinning to myself.

After walking away from the bleeding man, something very strange happened to me. A God rose from the ground and approached me. I could not make out any significant appearance really, just a huge cloak of swirling colors wrapped around a human-shaped figure.

"Nice work, there, mortal," he said to me.

"Umm, thanks." I replied, not knowing what he was, I quickly tried to get away, but he stopped me.

"Have you ever given any thought to a higher purpose? I have a deal to make with you."

"Who are you? What are you?" I asked, trying to peer into the chaotic cloak.

"I am Chaos. I will grant you powers that you have only dreamed of, and perhaps more, if you would join me. Would you like to be immortal and have strength and ability men could only dream they had?"

I looked up at the figure, scared. I drew in all my strength an nerve and asked, "Whats the catch?" He chuckled at me and shook his head.

"Perhaps you can't handle it. You seemed like a strong-willed individual. No family or friends to speak of, but you are not cut out to be immortal."

"No. Give me this power. My soul is yours."

"I do not want your soul, mortal. Just your mind. In its place will be happiness and anger, pain and pleasure, love and hate. You are now immortal."

A flash of lightning, and I was lost in a swirling mist of colors, grays and lights, pain and pleasure seared through my body in waves. It seemed to last hours, yet time only passed a few seconds. Then I was aware again, standing in a place I had only overheard of in legend. The meeting room of the immortals. I was glowing with power, but my mind wandered all over the place.

"You are known as Mayhem. Welcome to the Realm of the Immortals."

It was Chaos. My mind swam with confusion. I can see light and dark, colors floating all around me. I could feel pain and anger and love all at once. It is only with great strain can I stop all those feelings. But I do not want to. I welcome them, and let them flow over me, feeling the confusion, the chaos, the mayhem that is now my mind, my personage, my life.