<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>: Ares’s Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br/><hr/><br/><strong>A long day!?</strong><br/><br/>Carol’s hollering was not expected. He winced as it rang louder than it normally would if he hadn’t been tired, but he was quickly waking up. His hands went to his ears and he shot an irritable glare her way. What the hell was her problem? It was when she said:<br/><br/><strong>…and save the ass of some fucking war god who didn't even have the balls to stay after and say thank you!...</strong><br/><br/>Now those were fighting words there. John lowered his hands and stood from his bed to march right up to her. He stopped a foot away and crossed his arms over his chest as he patiently waited for her tirade to end. She was lucky to be someone he liked as he stared at her with a long frown.<br/><br/><strong>....Johnny.....what in the---...how in the...</strong><br/><br/>His eyes briefly rolled over his room before settling back on Carol’s face. A proud smirk stretched across his face as he remembered that she and Caroline had no idea that he had been Ares. He imagined the shock he was going to put her in when he would inform her. Who wouldn’t feel awe in the presence of an actual god? John uncrossed his arms and smiled softly at Carol.<br/><br/>“I know of what you’ve been through tonight. I was there. I chose not to remain in the city because I was angry, and when a<em>god</em>is angry, one will witness a wrath like no other. You stand in the bed chamber of Ares, God of War. This is my room brought down here from Olympus…”<br/><br/>John reached for her hand to take it gently, and if she allowed him to do so, he’d raise it to his face to give the back of her fingers a gentle kiss as he declared, “I owe you and Caroline my life. You both have my promise that if either of you or both of you are in danger that I will sacrifice everything to come to your aid.”<br/><br/>He released her hand and turned his back to her as he sifted through his past musings. He wasn’t pleased with the things he was about to say, but it had to be done for he was not a mortal.<br/><br/>“I fear nothing, but I suppose I did fear revealing the truth about myself to you. I am not the God of Love, Joy, or anything pleasant. I am the God of War, Murder, and Bloodshed. I am the destruction that war brings and the pain it leaves behind. When I am Ares, I cannot bring myself to care about others while immersed in battle. I seek only victory and the deaths of my enemies. As John Aaron, I can feel and experience things a mortal can, a being of freewill whose existence relies on the choices one makes. As Ares, I do not have such liberties. That…<em>woman</em>…” He said softly with an inflection of annoyance. “…is right in that it may be best that you distance yourself from me. I only know harm, but a god always keeps his promises. I would risk even victory to keep it…”<br/><br/>John fell silent for a moment as he tried to think of more to say.<br/><br/>“Thank you for checking on my well-being, even if I was in good health upon discovery, but after tonight, you shouldn’t anymore. Heed your friend. She is a smart woman.”<br/><br/>It felt awkward when Carol came to check on him for no one ever had before. The other gods hated him for being what and who he was. To think a human was showing him more love than the Goddess of Love herself. More like, the Goddess of Selective Love…the words of his brother Hercules still haunted him:<em>There is no love in war.</em>He believed it.