Name:Ares
Nickname: The Wolf
Age:746 (Looks 25)
Gender:Male
Rank: Undefined
Weapon(s): At his waist is a customized best the belt has two lions with their mouths agaped from them are two chains at one end is a customized small scythe made with immense durability and a gripping touch and on the other end a Lanturn that allows Ares to preform his given powers.
Personality: Ares is a confident sadistic and smiley type of fellow while he holds a love for all women great and small his love for them has sent him over the age usually ending in violent acts followed by innocent or confusing conclusions when in battle Ares has a blood lust for anything and everything often times taking it too far even if he has won. Kind however in conversation this Togabito is not afraid to have some friendly conversation with someone so long as its short.
Physical Appearance:- Spoiler:
Ares is a tall lean purple haired man who's hair reaches that of his waist his facial features are young with no scarring damage whatsoever he has some of his hair braided and covered in metal on the back and on his back under all of his clothing he has multiple lashes and burns that as well includes what is on his body he is dressed in black pants and a black coat with a sing glove on his right arm to match as well as a forearm guard on the same arm, with his new attire he attains a customed belt with two lions with their mouths agaped and two chains which make it seem that they are going through his body holding his weapons to them as if they are bound to what is left of his soul, his eyes glow a golden yellow whilst he has moderate sized ears not big enough for any girl to complain about.
Bio: Ares was born in 1266 to a greek politicalist named after the God of War Ares was raised on the fields of battle from the tiny to the small often raising hell within his little castles on his fake men it greatly concerned his father his mother had died of a fever not long after he was born, exposure to sickness always greatly increased due to giving birth Ares was always brought home with a bruised eye and bloodied nose when his father knew all to well what exactly had been going on, as the other child was often beaten nearly to death and Ares' hands were covered in his blood this concerned his father even more so that he had to call in a priest to preform a blessing on the boy at the end of it Ares seemed normal but no one was going to be able to tell until the next day
Upon that very next day Ares was playing outside whilst his father was inside working on political topics a sudden knock at the door drew his father's attention having disturbed his works irritated the man a little but he was no rude person when he opened the door there his son was again covered in blood this time behind the soldiers who had him in custody stood four greeks half beaten to death, and Ares himself with only a few scrapes this infuriated his father and so had beat him for an hour straight when Ares woke up the next morning he headed outside looking for a reflection of water his back had been bruised and scarred,and at that moment when Ares thought this could go no further something snapped in his little mind that night whilst his father was sleeping he had carved a sharp pick from a knife he had gotten from a soldier sleeping on the job and with all his little body could muster he slammed the knife into his father only to see his fathers head pop up and his mouth drop with a agonized but half preformed scream
Ares, watched with a bit of a shocked face, watching someone die was a first for him but he removed the pick and his fathers eyes slowly and shakily shifted to that of his son Ares was looking at the blood from his fathers view and then back to him and as Ares slammed the pick down into him again the pain felt as worse as it once did but slowly Ares began to speed up stabbing him in rapid motions the shocked face now turned into a sadistic look a smile from ear to ear and a pair of hellish eyes focused only on his own father's eyes as he slowly watched him die when his father died he set out to live on the land of Greece no one from where he was born ever saw him again
about fifteen years after the disappearance of Ares often times people traveling desert's path were stopped by a lean long purple haired boy when approaching him he quickly stabbed a blade to wherever he could get it only to have the soldier drop before picking up his blade and charging the rest, those to terrified to help their fallen breathren fled to their kingdoms only to report this to their kings when kings heard of how the boy was They quickly shot from their seat knowing of only one purple haired boy when they got to the spot he was at he was not to be found nor were the bodies alot of people heard rumors over the years of a vengeful spirit bent on killing only soldiers and when some more soldiers got there the bodies nor this spirit were found
Ares had piled up the bodies and burned them far away that no one could see and quickly changed his strategy too many people knew who he was here and he had to relocate and fast and so he moved towards the docks the ocean was his best option he had snuck onto a boat and killed all those aboard it was a merchant boat, men women and children all died to the hands of Ares when he set sail he feasted for days and nights fought against mother nature's finest and finally after several months of sleeping and doing the same routine he arrived on a foreign land surrounded by open fields and abnormal people dressed in robes with curved blades carried at the hip, Their eyes were slanted and the top of their heads hair was removed and remained bald with the back portion of their hair resting just in the middle he was quickly rushed and surrounded
When one got to close he lashed out having still carried that blade he got from the soldier in greece he quickly cut the warrior down and picked up his blade, this blade felt different he felt more alive with it and with elegant strokes full of brutality and mercilessness he cut down all those in his path and those who ran present more fun targets women ran only for him to catch up and lop their heads off children ran only to be impaled in the heart by nights fall the small village and port he had arrived were covered in blood as he walked aimlessly inland he beheld more villages with more warriors but these warrior's were not allied with one another, no they were at war with one another something Ares loved and so he quickly charged in aiming at the warrior's in the darker armor the fight lasted all night and though he didn't concern himself with everyone for the first time the village protected by the darker amored warriors was ravaged children and women died even the elderly and by morning the village was burning some still alive inside
Ares was greeted by these strange men their weapons not drawn and so he had no need to do the same though it would always end the same way they spoke a language he was not familiar with and so he tilted his head and put his mouth over the man and in response the man jumped back ready to draw his weapon Ares gave him an unphased look and a heartless gaze that made the man stand up and introduce himself as Morimoto, Ares gave him his name though they were far off from getting it on the dot in honor of his battles he was awarded the blade of whose life he first took when he got here and tattoo's by the next day his whole body was covered in an array of animal's up to his neck and ending at his waist line he was nick named The Wolf for his solo tenacity and ruthelessness and gaining a custom made masked named after another man whose nick name was The Wolf at the time Ares knew nothing of it the mask has a crack at an angled ways near the mouth region with a red circle in the middle of the mask it was Porcelain white from then on he wore the mask.
In truth Ares cared not for them nor anyone else but he was brought on many battles he himself was a skilled warrior after killing thirty men before the army charged in about covered in blood by the time they got their the opponent's morale increasingly fell with each stroke Ares' blade painted into the flesh of his enemies the start of a new horizon as he only followed them like his nicknamed meant finding the village and killing all within it and watching it burn when it burned and when he fought was when that smile of his showed most those wide eyes of pleasure from taking the lives of the innocent made him happy and he was greatly please
At the age of 21 Ares was now able to understand the language of the people whose land he inhabited from he started to make friends but often times those friends came up missing as no one from the village he inhabited did not find him that night or any night he decided to do a vanishing trick on the Morimoto people this night was particularly strange he was approached by men on horses something that was not unseen in his land but something he didn't notice was what they carried long spears and what made it more strange was that they were curved on the blade and they were not for throwing weapons he prepared himself his hand was on the hilf of his blade when stopped and held to blade point his blade quickly exited itself from its sheath only to cut down three men in one clean stroke the other two, terrified like the rest ran off having cut down one he mounted one of the horses and followed him
When he arrived at the village he got off and quickly rushed the houses what was more strange was that no one was home when a voice yelled aloud soldiers rushed in the house and quickly subdued him he was tied up and severly beaten continuously until he could not breathe anymore the strange thing about Ares was he was spirit that new really knew how to die until death approached and after his first day he knew they were just getting started his good eye spotted Morimoto's falcon for several days it was there he stayed only to be beaten for hours upon hours until they got tired of beating him, often times out of an act of cruelty the soldiers would make him drink and eat food and even stitch up his wounds to keep him alive only to beat him again and again and again, now to most people this would seem barbaric but for Ares this was an act of revenge when he got a glimpse of their armor he quickly noticed the dark colors as the one's he killed all that time ago on the port and in the battle
It had been a good few weeks now and every day since his capture Ares noticed that falcon again and again only to be distracted by a lethal punch to the body there were now big resting periods between the beatings and they had even upgraded to burning him by using iron rods at scorching degree's to sear his flesh it made him scream and made him hurt but by no means did it effect his way of thinking and how he was if anything made him more unstable perhaps the warriors were looking for him to say he wants to die or perhaps it was to lead Morimoto into a trap to destroy the whole clan all Ares knew was that after being beaten battered bruised feeling bones break only to have them heal and beaten again, he was thirsty for some revenge he wanted all of them dead
Ares one day spotted the falcon in the midst of the night before spotting a small boy approaching him the boy scared beyond belief that a monster like Ares was still around pratically frightened the boy but Ares spoke in a gentle manner,
"What is your name..? he asked imitating care and interest with an absolute, the boy replied with a shaky voice,
"M-Moto Chen.. the narrow eye of Ares looked at the boy as he spoke again,
"A good name, Likely named after your father. So you are the boy to free me." Chen looked at him with wide eyes absolutely confused but baffled at the same time perhaps interested,
"M-me?" the boy asked, as he watched Ares nod his head slowly,
"One of the soldiers said that they were going to tell you to free me..Could you do me that honor?" Chen's lips were quivering this was the man who was going to kill them and here it was the soldiers were going to let him go on top of that he was the one who was going to do it
Chen slowly approached Ares while Ares could clearly see the boy was given a small Wakizashi,
"Use that Wakizashi to cut the ropes." Chen was not going to let his father's soul be tampered by such a dirty item but he looked around and found a sword laying around most of the soldiers had been having a little get together a show had been going on and the Geisha were giving them a show worth remembering patrol's were too busy looking as well as Chen got the sword and began to cut the top ropes as there had been small stepping ways just high enough for him to reach he got down to cut the leg ropes and was about half way through one of the patrol's turned and saw what Chen had done,
"CHEN STOP!" He yelled aloud which alerted all the others but by the time Chen looked up that ear to ear smile appeared on Ares and Ares quickly jumped down and twisted the boys neck, killing him on site
The expression the soldier who spotted him gave was a clear sign that Chen was his son when Ares picked up the blade like a demon out of hell he rushed with an unmannerly speed slicing through soldier after soldier laughter following as the kill count increased in time picking up two swords to increase the blood flow by sun rise the village had been burning and Ares returned to the Morimoto village and as they were getting ready to make their leave they saw him approach getting off their horses to heck on him to see if he was fine, having done such a well job he had been given a black haori to match the black blade of his something befitting for him as he was on his way to ruling this village and all of its inhabitants
One night after many services Morimoto had him at blade point someone who trusted him didn't do the same anymore people were starting to see how dangerous was he was Ares was in a way betrayed or at least he felt that way when he stood up he slowly walked to the blade the tip meeting his chest and like knife to paper slowly and easily penetrated his skin forcing morimoto to back up and ready himself, when Ares picked up his blade the fight was brought to darkness whilst rustling around grunting and yells were preformed it all fell silent as the soldiers waited outside when the doors opened the man in the mask the wolf approached they backed up and readied themselves for the worst they knew what he was capable of and so the first charged only to be brought down then next and the next, the body count began again as people ran in fear children women and elderly alike only to meet the edge of his blade and a quick death..Some slow
And Ares began to wander again aimlessly from town to town befalling many massacre's the wolf was becoming more known and known over the years by the time he was twenty four he had his own clan all of them savages more rutheless than the next they were all head hunters and each of them would always bring back about twenty heads the foreign land known as "Japan" was running out of people where he was soon they made their march for the capital along the march more and more villages came to fall and know of the wolf and his legion soon it reached the capital and by which the emperor of japan sent out royal troops in attempts to stop him only to have one sent back covered in his own troops blood when the emperor saw this he cut down his servant and sent out more troops each battalion lead Ares closer and closer until he finally reached the capital at the age of twenty five
When he got there a full siege began the battle was without rest or pause Ares bloodlust only rose more and more getting closer and closer to the gates but slowly as they got closer and closer The head hunters were fewer and fewer whilst Ares got ever closer to the gates, as he got close an arrow hit him in the knee but that didn't stop him he was bombarded with more arrows most piercing through his skin forcing him to cough up blood when he reached the gate he was crawling on his knee's his eyes filled with fire before falling down to his demise, when he arose from his body he looked around only to see his own body and the bodies of his followers but suddenly a chain latched itself to his chest and dragged him down, his fate set in stone
As he fell into the inferno like all others he was automatically cast into the lower circle of hell, tretchery something only achievable by those who have betrayed his most trusted family and friends there chains wrapped around his body thus tranforming him he screamed like he never had before it was like he dying a million deaths as a million different people when he finally arose from the chains he was carrying a chained scythe and a lanturn the tattoo's on his body all moving around as if they had a life of their own
While Ares watched all of this take plae he lifted his head towards the scorched, burning sky he wondered if there was a way out, way to take more lives he could not help but smile knowing that this world was accessible in and out a way to wreak more havoc on a world who knows nothing of it and there he wandered in the lowest circle of the inferno for seven hundred and twenty one years he wandered and honed his skills as well as his way to get back into the human world which he left his mark on in the pages of history.
Ability: Living body: A skill given to Ares upon his arrival of reaching hell, the tattoo's on his body give way to the lanturn he holds allowing him to fire multiple beams with each animal.
Techniques: Latching reaper: Ares throws his scythe and latches it around the neck of his opponent by which it grips with a death like grip and slowly he pulls the opponent towards him a second option lies in using this attack where he can pull himself towards his opponent taking their back which gives him an opening attack
A guide home: usable on himself and his allies Ares throws out his lanturn to light the way home, if an allies get close they are surrounded in an orb and dragged to him both of them gain a shield while Ares has this shield active for however many tattoo's only his body increased his stats by 2% per tattoo. THe shield breaks upon three hits
Lanturns Requiem: The tattoo's on his body come alive and detach themselves from his body by which they are absorbed into the Lanturn and fired this would be considered the equivalent to a cero.
Dead Moon: using one of his tattoo's it launches itself into the lanturn and then onto the scythe and in an arching sweep both backwards and frontwards, whichever way the opponent may be facing the opponent is cut by which the tattoo buries itself inside while he or she is knocked into the air and stunned for a post, after another post the tattoo triggers and explodes causing a good decent amount of damage
Dead reckoning: Using all of his tattoo's the lanturn itself make an area bent only on that of himself and his opponent while trapped in this arena Ares skills are slightly increased, after six posts the arena is destroyed and all of Ares tattoo's return to his body.
Role-play Sample:Tretchery, the lowest pit of hell frozen over for those who have betrayed everything they knew since their birth and this was where Ares belonged there he sat in the frozen inferno his eyes focused on the ground as he was simply wresting his mouth on the pointer fingers of his hand as he had them clamped together whilst he sat, waiting for his time to leave, his scythe and lanturn bound to the same chain but looking as if they were going through is body at the waist resting at his sides as he could hear the agonizing screams a circle above, by all means he should be frozen with the rest of the souls here but he was different he had enough power to defend himself hell gave him a purpose but limited him to that purpose
And so he stood up and put on the mask given to him by the Morimoto clan having spotted some on his way down into the inferno and so he exited hell and into the human world where he wandered around for a little bit covered in a cloak to hide his identity for the Kushanada while he walked the human world so much had changed for him he had not seen human's modernize for his own eyes and he saw a wonder of people who gave off a scent of energy something that made him wonder just what they were while he didn't pay even the attention to it right now he walked on, having found a beach and all and as he made his way down to the beach he just looked at the water and attempted to touch it only to feel nothing and the thought of nothingness annoyed Ares infact he was so annoyed he stood up and looked for the first person who looked like him
When he approached this being dressed in black robes with a sword on their side much like those foreigners from japan as a chained scythe came flying from his robes the being blocked and jumped back quite aways something he was impressed but not something that was going to make him not want to fight the person any longer.
"Who are you!?" She screamed across the way while the masked man known as Ares did not answer he simply vanished and appeared again infront of her with a kick to her face and the scythe quickly following and gaining on her it was clear now that he wanted her dead and as she was forced to block the attack again he vanished while she casted a kido it was a binding one though he had no clue of it but she looked around, on guard for sure
Suddenly she felt the blade slice into her neck and grip with an unbreakable grip as she was slowly pulled to him the blade was only cutting deeper and deeper and as she tried to hault herself in his pull she didn't feel a pull suddenly which put her on edge when she turned she only saw darkness for a split second with the release of the blade he was facing the opposite direction and let the blade fly through and from her neck her eyes widened as she struggled to breathe choking on her own blade as she hit the floor, he turned and raised his scythe and began to rapidly stab her and without pause unti she didn't breathe anymore, with entrails and guts hanging from her open stomach he moved on
As he got to the outter lands he spotted more of the one's who looked like her one was standing out from the crowd wearing a white Haori he must of been their leader and as it had seemed he had sent all but two and himself off to investigate something he wasn't too sure but as he approached them all seemed to get quiet his eyes focused on the three of them from the shadow's when the leader turned the student's heads followed when one rushed him the scythe shot out at him, when he blocked it what came next caught the member off guard being hit in the face by a incredibly strong lanturn which nearly broke the bones in his face and floored him was unexpected as both Ares weapons laid on the ground in a distance and angle shaped like a triangle it was clear that this man was out to kill them at least it was too the leader the member who was down and out looked back to the leader and his friend only to feel the scythe hit his throat right where the chest plate is connected and felt shear pain as the scythe ripped downwards and and opened him up a fountain of blood shooting upwards as Ares stepped through the blood now dressed in it
The next member attempted the same feat but this time uttered some words,
"Growl,Yuonketsu!" the blade had taken a different form when he struck the ground with what seemed to be one of his signature attacks he backed up and watched as the ground parted ways with one another and fell into the abyss Ares looked from the ground to the male and rushed forward again and so did the male when the male swung his weapon Ares scythe had already locked its fate with the blade while the lanturn on the other hand crept up and between the two, as the male attempted to get back he couldnt due to Ares chained scythe taking a full on hit to the bottom of his jaw and with enough force sent him flying back some towards his leader only to get up again but as he got up Ares had already been in his face forcing the leader to intervene as the leader sent a kick to his stomach it sent Ares flying back, a good kick
As Ares landed on his feet and dusted off his attire Seeing that this stranger was strong made the Leader happy and so he held out his hand and beckoned him to make his advanced Ares gladly accepted and rushed forward, the leader rushed as well and like the other member their blades met in their waltz of death only this time when Ares scythe tried to latch itself on like a leech to the blade he twisted his own blade and backed away the lanturn quickly followed his backing up forcing the leader to do a side step which only followed up with him having to forcefully block a kick which sent him back a few feet,
"Good Kick! I am Tetsujin Captain of the Eleventh guard of the Gotei 13, Who might you be? Dont want to kill you and not know your name!" Ares didn't answer only prepared himself again and like snakes the lanturn and scythe slithered back into his robes
Ares rushed forward again in a twirling array of kicks which were all blocked the lanturn and scythe quickly followed which tagged the leader or "Captain" as he was likely to be called a few times, having nearly broken his jaw he could hear the captain trying to speak but the Captain was successfuly spoke the words
"Take me to the brink of destruction and back, Musho Toshiki.." as he was surrounded in fire and the heat in the air filled like a furnace Ares only watched in silence as this man was trying to give it his all before he died, Hell was the greatest heat in the world nothing was going to compare to that not even this little heat and as he rushed forward with hands like fire each hit sent out a wave of flames and Ares was tagged a few times as well having been burned but not enough to reveal his identity dodging the rest successfully his scythe met the blade with equality which amazed the captain but Ares kept that same expression
Ares lashed back with his own array of attacks cutting and bruising the captain with each hit and each one coming at a different angle and different surprise but the captain caught him off guard gripping both the scythe and lanturn he made the mistake of holding the lanturn to his face and as he saw the robe of Ares shake and rattle some something flew into the lanturn which forced the lanturn open and a beam was shot right in and through the face of the captain as he hit the floor Ares began to attack him relentlessly again and again and again and without pause when he stood up he removed the mask and smile licking the blood off of his face as a giant hand gripped him and his chain and slowly dragged him back into hell all the while he held a smile on his face until he was finally gone.
stats:
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Rank/level ADP-1
Hankou - 10
Reiryoku - 10
Hakudo - 10
Seijuu - 5
Bukijuu - 10
Hoho - 10
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