Post by ares on Jan 11, 2013 8:35:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] PERSONAL FILE HIGHLY CLASSIFIED AND CONFIDENTIAL GENERAL INFORMATION NAME: Ares ALIAS: Ares GENDER: Male AGE: Appears to be in his 70s, in reality he is as old as mankind itself. OCCUPATION: God of War ALIGNMENT: BAD AFFILIATION(S): Gods of Olympus PHYSICAL PROFILE HEIGHT: 6'0 WEIGHT: 180 lbs EYES: Black HAIR: Grey CLASSFICATION: Olympian UNUSUAL FEATURES: Pitch black eyes, can change shape though he usually takes the form of an old man BEHAVIOR PROFILE Ares is the personification of War. He thrives on conflict, on violence. His blood lust is insatiable and he gains ultimate pleasure from seeing blood spilt on a grand scale, whether by his own hand or by the mortals who he goaded into doing so. He is a warrior through and through and respects power. Strong warriors such as the Spartans have gained his respect and favor, though as humans, they are nothing more than playthings to him. Those who cannot fight are worthless to him. He has a disdain for the weak, especially women. He views each and every woman, including his fellow Olympians as unworthy and useless. This chauvinistic attitude is shown by his resentment of the Amazons, a race of women who were famed to be greater warriors than even his precious Spartans. Despite his blood thirsty nature, Ares is no hulking, mindless brute. He is a shrewd tactician and adept in the art of manipulation, a common quality among Olympians. He has a cool and collected demeanor, exuding the arrogance of a man who believes himself to be above all. His family has been stabbing each other in the back for millenia and it has made him wary to trust anyone. His family has never truly accepted him, due to this violent ways and for that he harbours a resentment towards them. As a God, he is naturally arrogant but Ares views himself as above even his own brothers and sisters and would not hesitate to destroy each and every one of them. In recent (by Olympian terms) years, Ares has grown increasingly unhinged as the collective energy of the mortal wars over the last century has built up inside of him. The power was released in his battle and subsequent defeat at the hands of Wonder Woman, but his sanity is still damaged. The excess power has increased his arrogance and blood lust, while eroding his reason. Though his temper had always been short, Ares has grown even more unpredictable and can fly off the handle into a murderous rage at the drop of a hat. He is driven now by an unrelenting hatred for Wonder Woman and his fellow gods and will stop at nothing to get his revenge. Hell hath no fury like a God of War scorned. DOCUMENTED HISTORY The story of the Olympians has been told and retold by humans for generations. The legends, while not entirely accurate, do hold some truth to them. Ares was born to Zeus and Hera just as man first sprung into being. They were a different people then, their forms quite alien to what they have become today. The Olympians are fluid in both body and spirit, changng with the world around them. From a young age, Ares was a violent creature and for that, he was shunned by many of his brethren. This would lead to Ares isolating himself by creating his own realm, the Aeropagus, where he would spend much of his time. As the Gods found themselves connected to the humans, Ares was one of the first to begin influencing them. He provoked them into fighting each other, into killing each other. It is rumored that it was Ares who first whispered poisoned words into the man who the humans know now as "Cain". His hold on the humans grew over the years and as more and more blood was spilt, the more his power grew. It was the Greeks who first began worshiping Ares, the first ones to give him the monicker, "The God of War". The Romans would follow suit later, dubbing Ares as "Rome", but it was with the Greeks that the Olympians first forged their meaningful connections. The gods took a shine to the Greek people, shaping them and moulding them, while at the same time being transformed themselves, even if they did not realise it. Visits to the mortal plane, which had previously been rare, became more and more frequent. Many gods even began to bed mortal women. Ares himself took a few brides, but mostly relished in leading the humans down the path of conflict. He took a particular interest in the violent and bloodthirsty Spartans, who he championed as their patron God. It was a time where the gods were at their most powerful and most influential. But the goddesses had seen that this would not last. The Amazons were created, a race of Women spawned to spread the word of the Olympians. From the beginning, Ares harboured a deep disdain for the Amazons. He viewed the powerful race of women with their messages of peace as weak and undeserving of the favor of the Gods. His first move to destroy them was subtle, as he influenced the demigod Herakles, manipulating him into fighting the queen of the Amazons, Hippolyta. Though Herakles lost, he gained the respect of the Amazons and was welcomed into their city. While there, Herakles lead a coup, dethroning and enslaving the Amazons in the name of Ares, though with the help of Athena, Ares' sister and rival, the Amazons were able to rally and fight back against their oppressors. However, the coup accomplished one of Ares' goals of dividng the Amazons, causing a schism between the group. Divide and conquer, a basic strategy in warfare. For this split, Hippolyta's group was confined to Themyscira, much to Ares' delight. With the Amazon threat quelled for the time being, Ares was free to spread his seeds of destruction without any distractions. As a fickle God, his attention often wained, leading to the downfall of the spartans. It was during one of these periods of distraction that the influence of the gods began to lessen and Ares' visits to Earth became less frequent. The humans didn't need Ares' influence anymore to wage war, so ingrained was it in their beings. For a time, Ares was content to observe, simply watching the humans wage war with such brutality and malevolence that even he was impressed. But the God of War could not stay a spectator for long. In his dormancy, he had been absorbing the energy of the mortal conflict for centuries. The build up of power within him had eroded his already waning sanity. He planned to make his return in a fashion that would plunge humanity into a war that would destroy not just America, the super power of the time, but the entire human race. The God aimed to take control of America by force and then launch their entire nuclear arsenal, instigating a war that would bathe the world in fire. He was on the brink of completing his plan, when one of the Amazons he thought he had done away with millenia ago came back to haunt him. Wonder Woman, the daughter of Hippolyta was able to not only stop Ares, but best the God of War in single combat. Defeated, Ares was cast out of the mortal world, his powerful form shattered. The muscular warrior body that Ares had once worn was broken, forcing him to take the form of a shrivelled old man. Ares took to the shadows, recuperating, shunned by his Olympian brethren. He became consumed by thoughts against revenge, against the mortals, against the gods and most of all, against Wonder Woman. With a measure of his former power returned, Ares was finally strong enough to return to the mortal world, eager to exact his vengeance. POWERS AND ABILITIES KNOWN POWERS:
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STRENGTH LEVEL: Ares has superhuman strength, on par with or even greater than the strongest superhumans such as Superman and Wonder Woman, depending on the amount of energy he has absorbed. WEAKNESSES:
Note that these can fluctuate depending on the amount of energy Ares has absorbed. This is according to the current and standard amount of energy. Potentially, strength, speed and energy power may increase to 10 at absolute max power or decrease to normal human levels when energy is depleted. PARAPHERNALIA EQUIPMENT:
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WEAPONS: EXAMINATION RECORD Life is conflict. Both Gods and mortals begin the same way, torn from the womb, screaming, clawing and wailing, amidst blood and agony. It is a struggle, a struggle for life. Conflict, struggle, pain, constants of the universe. Conflict is purity, all facades of civility, all the lies and deceit of society stripped away to reveal the savage, blood soaked truth. Mortals are closest to this purity, this raw life when their hands are wrapped around the throat of their fellow man, their teeeth bared and eyes wild with the lust for blood and murder. All mortals carried with them that same urge from birth, the need for conflict. It was ingrained into each and every one of them. History confirmed this fact, since humanity had existed they had fought. Fought the land, fought the animals, fought each other, it didn't matter. As long as they were fighting, as long as they were killing, they were happy. It was one of the few things the fools had in common with the Gods. Humans live for war. As Ares basked in the flames that crackled at his feet, as he relished in the symphony of panicked screams echoing around him, as he breathed deep the tantalising aroma of blood, blood that ran like rivers through the streets, he felt alive. This was life at its purest. The inhabitants, the maggots who called this pathetic little hamlet their home hadn't needed much of a nudge. The urge was inside of them, not even buried particularly deep. They barely needed an excuse, a personal slight here and there, a buried spite, it was all it took, just a nude to push them over the edge and have them ripping each other apart. The buildings around him had been set alight, the smoke choking the air, barely obscuring the corpses that littered the pathways. Ares had only walked into the town an hour ago. He continued to stroll through the streets, looking to all the world an elderly gentleman taking a relaxing walk. He walked through the smoke, treading lightly through the blood, whistling to himself all the way. A figure stumbled through the smoke towards him, brandishing a knife. Ares continued whistling as the figure, a young man even by mortal standards, fixed him with a murderous glare. "You picked the wrong guy to mess with, old timer," said the man, in whatever crude language the mortals of this hole were spitting these days. The man lunged forward swinging his knife haphazardly. Ares watched him, an amused smirk crinkling his beard. Was this supposed to be an attack? While Ares had to give the fellow points for his enthusiasm, the technique was clearly missing from the attempted murder. Ares supposed he would have to show the lad how it was done. The God of War lifted a finger, intercepting the blade. It snapped in two. The man's eyes widened and he looked at Ares, truly looked at him. The smoke parted with a whim, giving the poor lad an unobstructed view of the pitch black pools that were the god's eyes. He would have screamed, but all that came out was a gurgle as blood bubbled up from his throat. Ares ripped his fingers from the hole he had made in the man's neck and let the corpse crumple to the ground. With a smile, Ares took one last glance at the man's still open eyes, wide with terror even as the blood gushed from his mangled throat. After savouring the sight for a moment, the god continued walking, whistling to himself once more. subject examined by Doctor Cyber | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;] A R E S - G O D O F W A R |
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