Calm as a sheathed blade. The god of red horizons and quiet ultimatums.

He wears danger like perfume and civility like armor. Tan skin, dark hair, eyes the color of coals caught in dusk—Ares speaks softly, measures a room in heartbeats, and smiles when the odds tilt his way. He is not the clamor of war but its design: the pressure that turns fear into momentum and mercy into a choice.

Traits

• Courteous, composed, implacable when crossed
• Strategist first, brawler last
• Possessive of loyalty; keeps oaths to the letter

Skills & Work

• Master of spear and short blade; reads a battlefield like a ledger
• Turns panic to purpose; cuts through lies as if they were ranks
• Broker of terms: wagers, truces, and prices paid in iron

Symbols & Lore

• Crimson gaze: embers of strife held in restraint
• Spear & shield: the oldest language of power
• Wolf and hawk: patience on the ground, precision in the air
• Bronze cloak: the silence before the first step forward

Personality

Unnervingly polite, decisively cruel when required, and unexpectedly protective of those who stand their ground. Ares enjoys rules because he knows how to win by them—and how to change them without raising his voice.

Quote

“...bravery and deception often wear the same face.”