Welcome to the Pit - Mako 255

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Name: Ares
Birth Name: Ares 'The Bull' Newlake
Gender: Male
Age: 20

Physical
Height: 6ft 4
Weight: 116kg
Line Edits: Horns

Accessories
Ares carries a three pronged trident, a gift from his master. As a Retiarius he often has a net hanging from his belt. Both of these he carries outside of the arena and inside of it.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Strengths
- Physically Dominating, he is a big guy, and trust me none of it is fat. His years in the pits have only made him stronger.
- Horns, his horns are unusual, because of how rarely seen they are in his line of work no one seems to know how to defend against him.
- Ruthless, he doesn't back down, he won't hesitate to do what it takes to stay alive. If he is given the kill order he will follow it.
Weaknesses
- Nothing to care about, he fights because he is ordered to. He likes being alive but unlike many of the others he has nothing keeping him here, or he didn't anyway.
- Slow, due to his size he isn't exactly quick. When he does pick up speed he loses all maneuverability.


Fears
Ares fears nothing, he does not fear death, or the dark, or ghosts, he fears nothing. He has had fear trained out of him completely.

Personality
Ares is calm and quiet, with a constant steely look in his eye that makes other Gladiators shake in there boots. He impressive size and young age have turned him into an icon for wannabe gladiators, and a dream target for ladies of all classes. But he never lets it go to his head, he is there to do his job, to fight, and to kill when asked. He will be graceful and polite, or flirty, or kind, or merciful if that is the order he is given. But when left to his own devices he feels lost. He barely remembers a time where he could do things that he chose to do rather than got told to do. When alone he will sit, for hours just watching, his eyes absent until someone approaches which is when he snaps to attention, instantly alert.

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These stories will feature our valiant warrior, from the beginning of his life, until the present. Ares doesn't really talk much anymore, so how better to get to know him than to see him, soul bared!

1. Humble Beginnings
2. Trapped in Darkness

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The house was a mess, always a mess. With six adults, seven kids and all there worldly possessions sharing the three roomed house things were always messy and frantic. The mess was never intentional, but it was unavoidable. Ares gazed around his home, a cold look in his ever serious eyes. Beside him his 6 year old brother, Ilias, was perched on his chair, carefully chewing the last few bites of his meager meal. Ares as always kept watch, keeping the other kids away. Hunger was an eternal issue and he didn't trust them not to swipe what his brother had left on his plate. One of the other children, the oldest walked over, a grim look on his face.

"If the little scrap ain't gonna eat it let us 'ave it" the boy hissed bluntly. Ares narrowed his eyes pushing himself to his feet. Even at 13 he was taller than the scruffy 15 year old. Markos bared his teeth and clenched a fist as Ilias looked up fearfully.
"Whats the brat gunna do when you get sent to the 'rena anyway? He 'as to look after 'imself now. Let 'im fight his own battle" snapped Markos as the other kids popped there head out of the bedroom they all shared. The boys teeth were bared as he stared at Ares who merely shook his head.

"Touch Ilias and I will snap you", his voice was a low hiss and Markos took a step back. The older boys eyes were full of fear but he steeled himself and stepped forwards again. Ares was surprised, normally a threat got him to back down. But the adults weren't home, and Ilias was nearly of age to go to The Pits, the arena where people like them went to die.
"I need the food Ares, I turn 16 in three weeks. I need to put on some muscle", Markos voice was close to pleading now but Ares just shook his head.

"You can build up muscle by volunteering in the mines, you can go and work with the adults. You will not take food from my little brother", Ares tone hadn't changed, it was just as threatening as before, therefore he was in total shock when Markos's fist slammed into his stomach. He let out a snarl of rage as he clutched his belly. Markos pulled his fist back for another punch but Ares sprang forwards, grabbing him with an arm around his neck. He threw him backwards with a warning growl. Markos landed in a heap and looked up with terrified eyes as Ares walked towards him, a growl ripping from his throat. He didn't see Petra, Markos 10 year old sister run out of the door. All Ares saw was red, his head was lowered, his already thick horns aimed at his opponent. The others were screaming in fear, Ilias watched, wide eyed from his chair. Ares saw none of that as he leapt forwards, next he knew a firm hand had the back of his shirt, another had his wrist and the front door was in splinters. A heavily mailed fist hit him hard and everything went dark.

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A fuzzy head and a small room made for a terrible combination, the darkness didn't help either. Ares sucked in a steady breath as he pushed himself into a sitting position. His hand went to his head where it hit crusted, dried blood, and a lump. For someone who wasn't sure they would wake up again it wasn't bad. He let out a huff as he glanced around, his eyes adjusting to the gloom. He could make out blank walls, nothing more. He sighed shuffling to put his back against the wall. He wasn't sure how long he had sat there, time was impossible to measure in the blackness. After a length of time, a large door set in the wall was flung open, light streaming into the cell. Ares lifted his hand to shield his eyes as two guards pushed through the doorway followed by another man. His clothes were clean, new, and of a lot higher quality than anything the young Mako had ever seen. The man was human while his guards seemed to be foxes. The man watched him approvingly for a moment before nodding. Without a sound one of the guards, the taller of the two came and yanked Ares to his feet. The second guard moved in, cuffing his hands behind his back. Each of them put a hand on his shoulder and followed the man from the cell taking Ares with them.

The walk from there was a blur as his eyes struggled to adjust to the changing light levels around them. The man set a swift pace, and was joined by more guards at the end of the first corridor. With a few twists and turns Ares found himself sat firmly on a chair in an office. The office was modern unlike parts of the building he had seen. The man sat opposite him looking pleased.
"You boy, are just what I have been waiting for" said the man calmly. He waved his hands and the two guards moved to either side of the door. Ares look of confusion must have been evident as the man smiled.
"You will become part of a new generation of pit fighters boy, we plan to call them Gladiators" the man said tapping his fingers, the look in his eye was positively gleeful.
"You will be the first, and the greatest"