<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/9b/80/989b802fc7d36ab6eb434cca729b5bd2.jpg)</div>Name: Ares Westerburn<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Race: Human (Variant)<br/>Sheet: https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1300433<br/>Class: War Cleric<br/><br/>Ares Westerburn was born as John Smith. He was local villager who was down on his luck. He had a normal upbringing, but never really excelled at anything. He was a mischievous rascal as a child who did more wrong than good. His parents kicked his sorry ass out of their house once he turned eighteen, telling him to fend for himself and stop living on their generosity. Unfortunately, John had always been a lazy fucker who had never learned any valuable skills, nor was he very popular. In fact, many a father was more than happy to keep him as far away from their daughters as possible.<br/><br/>Having no money and no place to live, John decided to join up with the crew from one of the local merchant ships. The work was simple and the pay was lousy, but it beat the hell out of living like a tramp on the streets. John lived like a vagabond for the next sixteen years, sailing from port to port with his crewmates, and spending his hard-earned money on cheap beer and expensive women. Next to paying for the ladies of pleasure, he also had his streak of random encounters with women who were taken by his rugged looks and uncivilized manners, which ended the night in more than one-night stand.<br/><br/>He remembered one-night stand in particular, however. He was celebrating his twenty-seventh birthday one night when he met the purest and most beautiful elven woman that he had ever laid his eyes on. For reasons that he never grasped, she not only wanted to talk, but also spent the night with him. He never saw her again nor did he even get to know her name, which bothered him to no end. The only thing he had to remember her by was piece of crystal that faintly glowed in the moonlight. He often held that crystal while wondering about what could have happened if he had given up his life as a sailor and stayed with her instead.<br/><br/>His life took a drastic change when he was thirty-four years old. Pirates boarded his ship during the night and struck down every living soul but him. John had the wits to throw an empty barrel overboard and to jump after it. The pirates didn’t bother wasting their ammunition on him, thinking that he wouldn’t survive the sea anyway. Seeing his crewmates die, nay being slaughtered even, made hell and fury burn in his veins. He cursed the pirates’ souls and swore a blood oath to get vengeance, calling upon deities whose name he could recall. One deity answered his prayers; Tempus, God of War. John made a pact with the deity; in return for obliterating the souls of those pirates, he would become Tempus’ Avatar of War. John vowed to fight for the innocent and kill those who oppressed others. He even went so far to change his name from John Smith into Ares Westerburn, War Cleric of Tempus. Ares waged war and rained death upon those who sought to harm the innocent. Many men died in his deity’s name and he felt little regret about their passing.<br/><br/>That changed, however, when he learned about the damages that he had done to countless of innocent families. It put him in a deep depression when he learned that he had become everything he had vowed to destroy. He returned home to deal with his feelings, when he learned that his parents had passed away from old age the year before. Their house was his for the taking. Next to dealing with his depression, he also mourned their loss.<br/><br/>Returning to his home village, however, also turned out to be the best thing that he could have ever done. He met a beautiful half-elf woman who had something distinctly familiar about herself. It turned out that she had been looking for him and had hoped to find him in this village. This was when Ares learned that he had a daughter. The cleric recalled how he had called his elven lover about his youth and how he wanted to return to his home village one day as a rich man. He figured it was probably just a hopeless dream, but the woman quite enjoyed listening to his tales, adventures, and plans. The only thing that soured their meeting, was learning the fact that the girl’s mother had passed away. He’d never get the chance to really know her.<br/><br/>Wanting to have nothing to do with war for a while, he decided that it would be a good time to live in peace and become acquainted with his daughter. The young lass was eighteen years old and already on her own. It reminded him much of how he had once been, although his daughter seemed far more mature that he could have ever hoped to be at her age. They lived in the village in peace for the next three years.<br/>