I'm not done yet with most of the god side of this entire profile, but I think I've gotten a pretty good start to it.
~Mortal Vessel~Character's Vessel Name
: Alexandra DrakosCharacter/Vessel's Nickname/Title/Alias:
Mortal Alias - Enyo. (In some stories, Enyo was the sister to war, and thus a fitting name for her arms dealing alter ego. In truth Ares chose the name, she just went along with it.)Gender:
Black market arms dealer. Legally she's an investment banker that travels the world that specializes in hostile takeovers. Most people don't know just how
Several years at MIT and Harvard business, but has some would say an unhealthy fascination with wars of the past.Vessel Biography/History:
Alexandra Drakos was born in what was once known as Sparta, Greece, where the once proud Spartans, the strongest, most respected warriors of the ancient world, once resided. While she had a relatively normal upbringing, parents that loved her, an older brother that tormented her as siblings often will, and even a horse she rode regularly that no one else could approach for fear of being kicked or thrown off, there was something slightly different with Alexandra. From a very young age, she had found that war, conflict, and the people that led such brutal campaigns, to be utterly fascinating. Catching her grandfather watching a documentary on the subject, World War II to be exact, Alexandra remembered being enraptured by the entire affair that played out on the small screen since TVs had still been relatively small and bulky in those days. While she seemingly grew out of what many considered an unhealthy fascination with the subject, Alexandra simply shifted her focus onto topics that related to her true love. The business side to be precise. Where other kids were busy trading collectible cards and worrying about who they were going to go out with to the movies or the school dance, Alexandra was busy at the local library after her parents moved to New York when she was twelve, reading up on anything she could get her hands on relating to business, trade deals historical and present day, and eventually, firearm control laws and regulations. Her studious if questionable behavior would serve her well through life as she devoted her energies to her future career that would lead to a string of successes in and out of the classroom. What she wanted, she got through her own efforts, on her own terms, and there was no mistaking the fact that she was going to be someone to watch when she left for college when she was nineteen.
The dreams from her godly counterpart started three years before that. The night she turned sixteen had seen the beginning of memories not her own. Of seeing the world through the eyes of a giant, or so her mortal mind had tried to comprehend the impossible things she saw during those early days. While they didn't come every night, sometimes she'd go entire weeks without a dream, Alexandra got used to seeing the world through the eyes of her god as she stared down upon an ever changing field of war situated in a stone diorama that shifted and changed as the woman required it with a mere wave of her hand. Sometimes the miniature model was still as the stone it was carved from, completely inert and lifeless, but when she willed it, Alexandra was often gifted with a front row seat to every conflict to have ever raged across the surface of their world as people bled and died for king, country, religion, and more. She could smell the smoke, hear the screams of the dying, and saw herself as she stalked the bloodsoaked fields, reveling in the carnage the mortals wrought against each other. Alexandra never once wondered if she was going crazy, because she always felt incredibly powerful during these dreams. A feeling she enjoyed, and one that ironically helped her to become who she would later in life, and that was an indomitable force of nature in and out of a boardroom once she graduated college after going for her masters in business from MIT and Harvard, having transferred to the latter after a torrid love affair with one of her professors' daughters.
That wouldn't be the only time she'd be caught in bed with someone she shouldn't have been, but at twenty one, before she had finished her studies, Alexandra got her first taste of what it was like to be viewed as the weaker sex. An idiotic jock that thought he could get lucky with her made the mistake of slapping her ass. When she didn't immediately fall for his brutish attempts at wooing her into his bed, he got violent, but he regretted it when she picked herself off the floor and cracked a bottle of booze over his head. She then proceeded to kick the shit out of him, only stopping when his bladder lost all control and he ended up pissing himself. Despite the fact she had crossed a line although she had been in the right by defending herself, most people had congratulated her in standing up for herself while her few detractors had called her a cock-tease, among other, far less savory things. Those same people had been friends with the jock, but the few he had had left after news got out about how he'd been beaten by a girl and forced to soil himself as a result, were few and far between. Humiliated and defeated so soundly, his reputation and standing among his peers in ruins, the jock was all but laughed out of school where he would later be ran over by a Ferrari after stumbling out of the local liquor store, drunk as a skunk and stewing in his own morose. While not death by chariot as she would have preferred, the symmetry certainly wasn't lost on Alexandra when she heard about the moron's demise.
But the rush she had gotten out of putting the jock down in the first place, to have so utterly beaten and humiliated him, was nearly as good as the sex she regularly partook in with her fellow female students. There had been a couple of men along the way when her need was great enough, but most times it wasn't unheard of for Alexandra to have at least one woman on her arm at any given time. And as her conquests can all tell you, she was the best lay they had ever had. Like her fascination with war however, Alexandra got good at hiding her nightly activities by being less of a sleaze and more of a consummate lover that sampled the finer things in life when the mood struck her. And while it was hardly unusual for young women like herself to explore what they liked in the sack, among other things, it was slightly unusual for someone to have a veritable harem of women and a few men almost constantly going through her dorm room door, or through the window, during her several years of college and university education. She had her favorites of course, but it hadn't been unheard of for Alexandra to go after the truly beautiful specimens that were often harboring a wicked side underneath their prim and proper appearances. Virgins were boring to her though, they needed to be skilled at what she wanted out of them.
Having completed her studies when she was twenty eight, Alexandra had much more fully embraced her inner War God by this point who had thus far given her a great deal more than she could have ever achieved on her own. That confidence if prideful arrogance she became known for, her ability to never break under pressure, and her temper all became the regular topic up for discussion anytime her name was brought up.. Her business sense however was just as driven and ruthless and yet people always went to her for advice that she freely gave. Alexandra had been out to prove that she was a force to be reckoned with despite the fact she had a pair of tits and her reproductive organs happened to be in the inside, but when Ares finally came to call and took over her mind and body, Alexandra didn't offer much of a fight because deep down, she had always known she was merely paving the way for her diety's eventual ascension. She currently resides in the mental equivalent of a posh, upscale, high rise penthouse where she's able to observe everything Ares does with her body. Even if her hand isn't on the controls anymore, Alexandra isn't complaining because Ares has been good to her her whole life, and the rest of eternity promises to be quite exhilarating.
Now she enjoys the view from warlord penthouse suites and dictators' private offices as Ares fuels the world's desire for bloodshed. She even has an alias the FBI and ATF organizations have dubbed her with, which is far more fitting than they could ever imagine. Enyo, the sister to Ares. Ares still occasionally 'talks' to her within her mind prison, because they had been a team for so long, and despite her own pride and arrogance, she is no fool either and values the wisdom and insight Alexandra has often provided the warmongering goddess.
5 foot 11 inchesWeight:
146 poundsHair Color:
Dark blondeEye Color:
Dark, topaz brownVessel's Starting Faceclaim:
Bisexual, although she preferred beautiful, 'talented' women more than men long before Ares started taking over.General Appearance:
Alexandra is as tough as she is beautiful, if in a hard, unsmiling kind of way. She carries herself as if she were attending a high end business meeting even though most of her 'meetings' are normally located on the edge of a battlefield that has yet to happen. Tall, straight, and with a commanding presence in virtually any room or open field she enters, every eye normally finds her at some point, and there has always been something....off putting about the way her eyes seem to penetrate the very soul. She is the one in charge though, she doesn't shake, rattle, or roll in any way, and she isn't afraid of death. Her will is as hard and unrelenting as the arms she sells to the highest bidder, and while she has had run ins with the authorities, she has thus far avoided incarceration beyond an inconvenient search every so often anytime she leaves or enters a new country. When she isn't making deals that always end the same way, with the death of countless people regardless of age, race, or gender, Alexandra can normally be found on her cellphone, doing the actual 'legal work' she is normally pretending she is doing since she does have an actual job that doesn't involve the selling and buying of illegal hardware to dictators, warlords, and worse, although her normal day job is almost as bad in some ways since she has a preference for aggressively taking over businesses.
Despite being a merchant of death, as the old name for such people used to go, Alexandra dresses in finely tailored suits, low cut dresses, and gym shorts and pants as well as short or no sleeve shirts since she makes it a part of her morning regime to get at least an hour of physical exercise in a day so that she is ready for the rest of the day, whatever it might bring. As a result, Alexandra is well built, perfectly fit, without a trace of unnecessary fat or flab to be found on her otherwise perfect body.Distinguishing Characteristics:
Alexandra has been shot at more than once, although the only time she was ever injured that ended up leaving a scar was when she was leaving a business deal that turned south. As a result, she has a little bullet graze scar across her left thigh where a 9 mil bullet passed by, cutting the skin but doing little else. She also has a pair of dove wings tattooed across her shoulder blades, in honor of her love affair with Aphrodite, although Alexandra had a girlfriend once upon a time that also favored doves before she took over.Vessel Personality:
Alexandra Drakos has never been a fan of the chauvinistic, misogynistic belief that men were better than women in anything. To her, men were just as barbaric now as they were back when they were still using sticks to bash each other over the head, and this was long before Ares started to make her presence known. As a result, while she has no problem with doing business with either gender, the moment someone starts trying to push her around or saying that they're somehow better than her is normally the moment they're on the ground, holding onto their reproductive organs because she's usually put her knee between their legs with crushing force. If the offense to her person or that of another she has taken a fancy to is grave enough, she'll make it a point to humiliate the offender, to the point that their reputation and standing with those around them will never be the same again. Death is a release from pain after all, and Ares knows better than anyone that to truly destroy someone is to not kill the body, but rather the spirit. And it goes with her general personality anyway in that she is always the person that others seek out, that is always in charge and she makes sure people know it, even if she has to snap someone's neck to make them realize it.
Unfortunately, her greatest strength can be her greatest weakness, and that is her pride in herself. Challenging her incites her to anger, which can be exploited by a clever enough opponent. Hephaestus certainly managed it, although at the time Ares had been busy with Aphrodite, but the point remains the same. Her pride as a skilled lover to the Goddess of Beauty, and many others besides, got in the way of her common sense and warrior cunning. Alexandra was no different in that she took great pride in her work, both legal and otherwise, and she too had been outwitted a couple of times by those that knew which buttons to push, but they underestimated her ability for bloody vengeance and paid the price for their transgressions at a later time. They certainly learned not to fuck with her afterwards though. But Ares couldn't have asked for a better vessel, because there is few better ways than to venerate war and all that it stands for than to supply its need to the highest bidders, who are most often quite the delightfully unscrupulous kinds of people. And both Ares and Alexandra are quite good at meeting that demand. Athena can keep her strategies, because what good is any plan without people with the will and the savagery to implement them in the first place?
~Godly Details~Character's God Name:
Ares, the God of WarGod's Nickname/Title/Alias:
The God of WarGod's Family:
Zeus and Hera, father and mother respectively
Athena - sister
Children through his lover, Aphrodite, include Eros, Anteros, Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia, and Adrestia, of which Adrestia takes after her father in temperament more than her mother.God's Personality:
Not enough of a difference between them to be worth really mentioning.Godly Powers: Uncanny Persuasion
- Ares has been known to stir up the passions and rages of those around him, leading men and women alike to bloody slaughter and chaos. As a result, it's not at all uncommon for the warmongering goddess to be able to easily persuade people to great acts of inhuman behavior against their fellow man. Violence is and always will be her bread and butter, and Ares has no problem whatsoever using her human's resources to further her end goal of a war to end all wars in the name of the Greek pantheon. To say she and Alexandra could sell snake oil back to its owner, and make a profit off of the transaction to boot, wouldn't be a far stretch at all, although her deals always end up with someone dying at some point.Passion Inducement
- As stated previously, Ares is the equivalent of heavy amounts of alcohol mixed in with an unhealthy amount of repressed, animalistic rage and instinct. People tend to feel unusually resentful and angry anytime she's in close proximity, although some people give way to more carnal desires of a darker, sometimes violent nature that normally results in both parties bouncing off the walls in a rough and tumble fashion as they tear at each other's clothes. She can control what it is the mortals feel to an extent, often using this gift to help in her negotiations, but some people don't need an excuse to be angry or prone to bouts of violence, and this can potentially backfire if she isn't careful. All it takes is a spark to set a blaze after all.Godly Artifact:
Each deity has an artifact that has survived the ages, imbued with their power. Unfortunately, it has not survived the changes in vessel in contact enough to keep up with the constant changes, and has been lost to time. Each deity has a chance to hunt down their artifact, but will need to trace it from its last known resting place. So, whether Athena's spear or Ma'at's feather, somewhere out there is something belonging to each deity and capable of exponentially increasing their strength.Deity History/Mythology:
Most people are familiar with the basic myths of some of the most commonly-shared deities of the world, but sometimes there are aspects that simply don't wind up shared with the world quite so readily. Take the opportunity to outline whatever you think is important for the character you will be playing.Likes:Dislikes:God's domain(s):
While some gods had a very specific focus (in some cultures, the god/dess of love was just that - of love), others had a wide array of attributes associated with themselves (God of wisdom, magic, runes, healing, death, poetry and frenzy. Odin was a tired god). These are their domains. It is the area of influence over which a deity is said to preside.Godly Weakness:
Nets oddly enough still hold sway over Ares, although considering Hephaestus used one to entangle her and Aphrodite before revealing their affair to the rest of the Greek gods, no one could blame her for being uncomfortable with the commonly used fishing tool. But get her tangled up in a net, and watch her fumble about like a newborn infant.Home Locale
: y place of lasting Scandinavian heritage, Egypt and some of the northern reaches of Africa generally harbour the likes of Anubis and Set. Generally speaking, the deities are reborn in the place where their birthright presides, though after that point they can travel wherever life takes them. The locale of the character is the place where they reside at the opening of play. Unless otherwise specified (and justified), they are born in the region over which their pantheon originally held sway. (No, Poseidon, you are not Australian, go home.)Godly Symbols:
sword, spear, shield, helmet, chariot, flaming torch, dog, boar, vultureOns and Offs:
at a minimum, a link to the players O/Os is required.Extraneous Information: