<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone<br/><hr/><br/><br/>John had stayed behind to finish overworking Jarvis after Carol had left. He wasn’t in a hurry to find out about what he already knew. They were called to gather because there was a war, and the way the God of War fought wars was simply charging in and thinking of stratagems on the fly. He was hardly worried about being defeated that was until he remembered the Hydroman incident. John would never let him forget that. If his mortal shell didn’t exist, Ares would have brushed off the haunting memory. It would have been forgotten.<br/><br/>The elevator chimed, revealing the simple teenager with a plate of stacked cheese burgers with fries shoved between the patties. In his other hand, he held a box of Mountain Dew with three cans left. He had taken his lunch with him after he had exhausted the remaining supply of fries, burgers, buns, and cheese. John swept the room, scowling at the sight of the Green Man and the Black Woman. There was also the blonde man from before who liked to throw commands as though he were some sort of leader.<em>Hmph!</em><br/><br/>John took a seat against the back wall near the elevators in case the meeting bored him to death and he decided to leave. He set down his box of Fresh Dew from the Mountains, and his plate on his other side. He drew a can free and popped it open with an audible hiss. The soda had become his favorite drink, and it got him wired for some action.