Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 23:53:05 GMT -5
Ares
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Name: Ares, god of war, bloodshed, violence, manly courage, and civil order
Nickname: None, and if you try to give him one, he’ll stab you
Gender: Male
Age: Very old, but appears to be in his mid-30’s
Sexuality: Heterosexual, for the most part, but a player’s gotta play… if ya know what I mean
Fairytale: Greek mythology
Year: Teacher
Face Claim: Tom Hiddleston
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Personality: Ares is a jerk. No way around it. He doesn’t give a damn what other people think, and he could care less if his actions land him in any sort of trouble. Ares does as he pleases, and that sort of adds to the whole bad-boy vibe he’s got going for him. That and his good looks just add to his extremely large ego. He feels entitled to almost everything - and everyone, if the occasion strikes. He has had numerous affairs with numerous women, and has a tendency to hit on anything walking on two legs. He’s most certainly not as good at seducing women as Hermes, mind you, but he’s mastered one-night-stands and handling multiple lovers. He can be quite the Casanova when properly motivated.
Ares’s numerous lovers has also resulted in numerous children, of which he is fiercely protective. If anyone so much as threatens one of his offspring, he will rain hell down on them. He has been known to have a certain protectiveness of his lovers too, none more so than Aphrodite. He will go to great lengths to give the goddess what she wants, something that often gets him into all sorts of trouble. If you are on his good side, he is quite loyal and will generally help them. However, his moods change frequently, and Ares can be rather fickle. He has been known to backstab people just because he was in a bad mood.
The worst of Ares’s mood swings is how extremely quick to anger he is. His fuse is probably the shortest one known to man, and he jumps to violence faster than you could say “Trojan War”. If you insult him in even the slightest way, he won’t hesitate to challenge you to defend his honor. Even if you don’t insult him, he might still throw down a challenge. He seems angry almost all of the time, unless there’s a war going on or a very hot chick in the room. If it’s the latter, he generally becomes the world’s biggest flirt, unless his mood is particularly sour. But if it’s the former, he immediately wants to jump straight into the fighting. Nothing perks him up better than a good, bloody war. And when it comes to war, he’s amazingly intelligent. He knows every way to kill a man, the best strategy to get a massacre going, and the quickest way to goad an enemy into a trap. He’s willing to put himself right on the battlefield too, just to feel the rush of war.
Appearance: Ares has taken on numerous appearances, but once the Tintagel portals spit him out, he kept the form he was given. His bright grayish-blue eyes give a striking contrast to his curly auburn locks, which he keeps at a relatively average length. He has a goatee, simply because he doesn’t want to bother with a full-blown beard, and because it helps to emphasize his very striking features, including a very prominent jawline and cheekbones. His skin is relatively tan from hours on the battlefield, and he is very fit. He generally has a few cuts and bruises sullying his otherwise perfect skin, but those heal after a few hours.
Ares generally isn’t one for fashion. After all, who needs fashion when you’re slaying warriors? He is generally seen in armor of some form. He’s taken quite a liking to medieval armor, and is generally seen in chain mail and plated steel. When he’s not wearing armor, though, he dresses classy and wears a crisp, clean suit. Regardless of his attire, though, he is never without a weapon of some kind. He always carries either a sword at his hip, or a spear in his hand, or both, should the circumstances permit it. Ares is also never seen without his faithful companions, a male vulture named Vorpal and a female hunting dog named Tanith. The two animals follow him everywhere, and help him communicate with the other gods.
History: Ares was born to Hera and Zeus a very long time ago. He was never the favorite of his parents, simply because they couldn’t stand his taste in entertainment. That neglect and distaste probably didn’t help his relationship with the other gods. He was constantly in conflict with the other gods, simply because he was just so good at picking fights and getting into trouble. He always seemed to be in some sort of relationship, which just added to the trouble he was in. His numerous flings resulted in just as many children, all of whom he defends with a protectiveness that his parents rarely showed him.
Of course, nothing was ever easy with Ares. Whenever a war broke out among the humans, he was generally always the first to jump in, which landed him in big trouble with Zeus. He rarely picked sides, usually just letting his talents work their magic and pick a winner as the Fates saw fit. However, when the Trojan War rolled around, Aphrodite managed to convince him to switch over to support the Trojans, which ended up being a major mistake. Several of his children died, and he was punished by the gods as well. The decision has haunted him since, and he has searched for a means to redeem himself and restore some of his honor.
Luckily for him, a little birdie told him that there was a war going on in Tintagel. A little annoyed that Hermes hadn’t thought to mention it, and thrilled by the prospect of war, the god decided that going to Tintagel was a good idea. Besides, he was growing bored. And a bored war god is not a happy war god.
Other: Raucous was here~
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Sample Post: Ares couldn’t believe it. He’d been sitting on his rear in Olympus, just waiting for a war to drop into his lap, and that rat Hermes had been keeping one from him this whole damn time. Standing atop a hill, he surveyed the scene below. Bodies littered the ground, the wounded struggled to maintain their composure, and the survivors were losing their will to fight. The battle looked to be close to its end.
But he had just arrived. He needed a good battle to cheer him up. He couldn’t have these foolish mortals just giving up on him now, could he? Clutching his spear tighter, he nodded to Vorpal, watching the vulture take to the skies with a smile. The bird would feast well soon enough. His smile quickly turned into a savage grin as several of the – what were they called again? Wayron? – soldiers noticed him and charged. Flipping his spear, he made quick work of the tiny force, not caring that their blood might soil his new armor.
Oh yes, this was going to be so much fun. He’d deal with the rat later. For now, he was going to enjoy himself. Ares planned on driving back the attackers singlehandedly, and then bedding a couple dozen women after. Yes, that sounded like a fine plan. “Oh, I do love a good war,” he growled, laughing to himself as he sprinted for the battlefield.
