<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>: Outside Ares’s Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gamoran<br/><hr/><br/><br/>John turned his head, presenting his ear over his shoulder as he overheard someone speaking to him in an authoritative manner. He frowned deeply before he whirled around, the axe lowered from his shoulder, and was clenched in his hand as though he would use it any moment. It was the green man from before. John stopped not even a foot from Gamoran as he stared directly into his eyes and listened as he went on about “keeping you in line,” “destruction to this tower,” and so on.<br/><br/>When the green man was finished flapping his gums, John sneered at the alien, grinning maliciously.<br/><br/>“You’re wrong, Green Man. I’m here because I have no choice. I have no intention of protecting the mortals here on this planet. I am the God of War, not the God of Protection or Defense. Perhaps you should have recruited my sister, she’s more suited for those kinds of things…Your blade may be called the Godslayer, but you and your blade don’t share the same name. You challenge me, Green Man, and I’ll bring war to this world, then we’ll see how many gods your sword can slay when you and this realm are grounded in the Underworld.”<br/><br/>John’s grin remained frozen on his face as he continued to stare down Gamoran, daring him to make the first move. “Make your move, and pray to the gods it kills me for I won’t be so merciful.”