<div align="center"><strong>Cabin #5: Ares</strong><br/><br/>Ares' cabin (#5) is bright red (noted to have a bad paint job) with barbed wire on the roof and a stuffed boar's head on the doorway, whose eyes seem to follow you. </div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i52.tinypic.com/hvdjef.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tracy "Tray" Coppola<br/><strong>God or Goddess Parent:</strong>Ares<br/><strong>Claimed or Unclaimed:</strong>Claimed<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Like most unplanned pregnancies, Tracy was conceived out of one passionate night that was not about love, or about tender feelings.  Instead, it was about lust, and the means to satiate both her mother, and her godly fathers bodies.  They met one fiery Indian night, with the sounds of firing guns, and screaming woman surrounding them.  Tracy's mother, Rebbecca Coppola, a promising photojournalist, had been covering a story in Saudi Arabia, When the small neighborhood she was in suddenly broke out in violence.  Woman and children were being shot down around her, and fearing for her life, she fled.  But escape, in the middle of chaos was almost impossible, until she literally ran into a tall, and dangerous looking man.  When confronted with men handling dangerous weapons, shooting everyone, and a strange man with no visible weapons, she chose to go with the less threatening man.  They managed to escape together, and they watched as the city burned down around them.  In the midst of danger, some spark of insanity broke out, maybe it was the fact that she had come so close to dying, but that night was spent in the strangers arms.  The next day he was gone, a fact that surprised her greatly.  In the light of day, she was horrified at what they had done, but the pragmatic part of her mind dealt with it as best she could.  Of course that stranger had been Ares, the god of war; and his appearance in that battle filled city hadn't exactly been a random twist of fate.  But telling the petite brunette that he was an immortal god, and that yes he had shown up to incite some good old fashioned blood lust, had not seemed like the best of things to do.  The fact that he had ended up bedding the pretty little thing had been an unexpected boon, but hell, who was he to complain?<br/><br/>Nine months later, give or take a week, Tracy was born.  But being the kind of woman who put her career before familial duties, she let her own mother raise her, as soon as she could.  Her grandmother, a 67 year old Italian, lived with her eldest son, a mortician.  And although the older woman felt it was improper to raise a child surrounded by the scent of death, she gave in and cared for her.  Unfortunately for grandma Coppola, Tracy was a rebellious child, wild, and almost violently against being tied down.  She loved her family, really she did; but that small spark of something, that she had inherited from her father just wouldn't allow her to act the docile young lady.  So abandoning all social norms, she spent more time on the streets than she did at home.  Hitting the pavement, she got in with a wild crowd, and soon found herself following a small punk band from city to city.  She wasn't a groupie, or at least she didn't consider herself as one, but she jumped joyously into mosh pit's, and spent time with the band.  She put up posters, and sold merch, and lived the way she wanted to, going home only when necessary.<br/><br/>It was during her first tour, when she was sixteen, that she was confronted with something beyond her comprehension, tides of tiny spiders.  Being someone that is not normally scared of little blood suckers, she was almost frozen in shock when confronted with something so disgustingly<em>odd</em>.  Not knowing how to fight against a militant wave of arachnids, she was than shocked even further when the unassuming drummer for FatalPosse actually came to her rescue.  Of course later she would discover that he wasn't a regular human being, but rather a Satyr who had been sent to keep an eye on her.  He of course, took her to the safest place to be, and it was at this camp for bastard children of Gods, that she learned how to fight with more than her fists and small body.<br/><br/><strong>Fatal Flaw:</strong>Fickleness, Violent rage, and severely unfocused.  It's said that all children of the gods have some degree of A.D.H.D, but with Tray it's almost laughable.  Unless she's on the battlefield, or in a fight, Tracy is unfocused and cannot stay on one topic for too long.  It's a condition that has caused many scenes were she's been the butt of peoples jokes, but like all situations that make her uncomfortable, she solves those humiliating ones with her fists.  Although she's seemingly unable to focus on one situation for too long, she is not scatter brained, nor is she ignorant.  Instead, it translates into a constant need to stay active, and leads to more unprovoked fights in a month, than any normal person has in their entire life time.  She's also very fickle, a trait she's inherited from dear old dad.  She doesn't mean to be intentionally disloyal, but she's well known for changing who's side she's on at the last minute, and this can prove deadly on a quest or in a fight.<br/><strong>Weapon or Skill:</strong>Although talented with most weapons, with the exception of archery, Tracy commonly prefers to wield a two handed battle axe; a bulky and heavy weapon that allows her to swing and cause the most damage to her opponents.  While fighting she's strong and swift, showing a competency that's lacking in other areas of her life.  A special skill she carries is the ability to call weapons to her.  If she's cornered and weaponless, and there's a sword hanging from the wall, she'll summon it to herself, so it'll come flying through the air towards her direction.<br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Although Ares can make a very intimidating figure, he's also well known for his handsomeness; those good looks, combined with her mothers own pretty features, translate into a semi attractive Tracy.  But deciding to forgo being pretty, Tray has her own style, one in which reflects her background more than anything else about her.  Short in height, and anything but skinny in curves, she's covered her body in numerous tattoo's; everything from skulls to musical notes, displaying for the world her hobbies and her passions.  Sporting various piercings, everything from her lip, ears, and nipples, she could care less if she looks respectable or like a degenerate on the streets.  Her clothes reflect her life style, and comprise of either tight fitting, skin revealing tops, to baggy cargo pants and steel toe boots.  She wholly believes in wearing lots of eye makeup, and cuts and colors her hair to portray edgy but low maintenance.  For someone so small, she cuts a very intimidating figure, and that's something she takes great pride in.<br/><br/><strong>Gamer:</strong>Undisclosedtoyou