<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:  Ares / John Aaron<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hangar<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Assembled Avengers in Hangar<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ares had been inspecting the Quinjet when the Candle Man made an announcement. The god turned his head to regard the mortal nonchalantly as he mentioned his name, his battle name, and his abilities. Make fire and fly? Ha! So could Helios. Ares stepped out from under the Quinjet wing and marched to the edge of the docking circle. He removed his helm, tucking it beneath his arm and directed his new ax at the mortals gathered. A large grin blossomed on his face, his teeth like rows of tombstones as he gazed upon the crew.<br/><br/>“Your mothers, fathers, and mentors have spoken to you of the Greek gods. Your<em>CHRISTIAN</em>beliefs may have erased the worship of me and my kin, but if there’s one thing that can be proven, it is that we exist,” Ares began.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">BEHOLD! YOU STAND IN THE MIGHTY PRESENCE OF THE GOD OF WAR—GOD OF DESTRUCTION, BLOODSHED, FEAR, CONFUSION, PAIN, AND CHAOS BROUGHT BY THE ERR OF MAN! I AM ARES, SON OF THE FATHER OF THE GODS ZEUS AND HERA!</span></span><br/><br/>He spread his arms as he continued his presentation, his voice booming throughout the hangar.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">MY ABILITIES ARE TO KILL AND DESTROY USING ANY WEAPON KNOWN TO MAN! TO WATER THE EARTH WITH BLOOD, SEED IT WITH BODIES, AND DRINK ITS SPOILS! LO THE MORTAL THAT GETS IN MY WAY FOR ONCE THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN THE GOD OF WAR’S THIRST IS NOT QUENCHED UNTIL ITS PEACEFUL END!</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">I WILL CLENCH</span></span>…he lowered his ax and raised his helm, which would have been him clenching at the air. …<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">THAT SHIP WITHIN MY FIST AND WATCH AS ITS PIECES CRUMBLE UPON THE HEADS OF MILLIONS! DRAW OUT MY LOINS AND PISS UPON ITS BURNING-</span></span><br/><br/>The god immediately fell silent as he felt an ominous presence. It had caused every hair on his being to stand on end. Even when not outside, he could feel the looming aura of his father creeping in on him.<br/><br/>“Uh…no. I, uh...offer my assistance,” Ares regrettably spoke. He lowered his helm and scowled softly at the floor. “My mortal form is John Aaron. That is all.”