Bio: Ares Picture

The god of war. Take it from me; this guy is all bark and no bite. Don’t believe me? The first time I met him, he acted all high and mighty trying to force me to Mt. Olympus to free my mother. All I had to do was throw a fireball at him and he wet himself so bad it made a lake somewhere. Even today he’s still a loser. I made all the gear that he wears and though he flaunts his war armor and arms, the gear only obeys me. When he tries to mess with me, I ‘force push’ him around and he runs with his tail between his legs. He does other things to get at me, though…
Ares and Aphrodite
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