Name: Ares
Gender: Male
Age: As old as war.
Location: On the battlefield, baby. Always.
Quote: Kill it dead.
About Me: The world’s premier fighter. If you got a problem with that, call me out and see how long you last.
Who I’d Like to Meet: I’d like to fight Napoleon. He was a little guy, but he knew how to run an army. That Chinese dude Sun Tzu was cool, too. I’d like to have a fight with him.
Interests: Guns, swords, knives, spears, armor, tanks, heavy artillery and motorcycles. All at the same time, if I can.
Music: Hard rock. Heavier the better.
Film: Saving Private Ryan. Fight Club.
TV: Television is for sissies. It’s not nearly violent enough!
Books: Jane’s Military books, the big coffee table versions with lots of glossy pictures of tanks and missiles!
Heroes: Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun
Status: Dating Aphrodite, but don’t tell her husband. That creep Hephaestus don’t deserve a girl like that.
Hometown: Anywhere that’s going to war. I like Sparta and Washington, D.C. especially.
Favorite Drink: Red wine, because it’s the color of blood.
Body Type: I’m built, man. I keep in shape. What do you expect from the God of War?
Occupation: Starting major conflicts.
Education: I was studying war before West Point was even founded.
Aphrodite (whassup, my lady?) Poseidon (the old dude is pretty cool, even if I do wanna kill that brat son of his, Percy), Nemesis (goddess of revenge. She and I get along just fine!)
