- ZTENARES AHORATON NELAMSEHON
"Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man, though my mind could think I still was a mad man."
- 一 [ THE BODY ]
- Nicknames: Most call him Ten or Ares.
Gender: male
Age: appears twenty-five
Height: 5' 11"
Build: lean, but muscular.
Species: angel
- Likes: flying, birds, sleeping, rain, peace and quiet
Dislikes: children, large crowds, alcohol
Weaknesses: cats, good food, large crowds, getting drunk
Personality: Ares may seem haughty and cold, as he doesn't often speak and his gaze is sharp, but really, he's just shy. He doesn't intentionally look down on other races, as he's more curious about them than anything, but due to his upbringing he's prone to insensitive comments. If you call him out on it, he'll get more flustered than anything and will just shut up. His habit for offended non-angels is one of the reason's he's so quiet, as he's rather sensitive towards people's comments. He isn't naive, though. He's seen a lot and he has blood on his hands.
- Magic and Powers:
- Flight: Through the use of his wings, Ares can easily fly from place to place. He can, though, hide his wings.
Energy Manipulation: He is able to generate energy and use it to form solid objects, often a weapon of some sort, said energy usually coming as either electricity or light.
Shapeshifting: If he has someone's appearance memorized he can replicate it through the use of the magic.
Aura of Light: due to his race, he automatically repels undead and creatures of darkness, such as vampires, due to the 'holy' aura around him.
Healing: If he or a friend is injured, Ares has the ability to heal msot wounds, though there are some that not even he can heal.
Angelic Fury: When he taps the true extent of his abilites, Ares' true form is revealed, an armored figure with wings of light.
Weapons: He has a massive blade which he is skilled in using, but for the most part he sticks with small, ornate daggers and pistol.
- Ztenares Ahoraton Nelamsehon was born to angels, and grew up in an environment surrounded by angels. His parents were kind and his family was loving, so he had a rather pleasant childhood with his many older brothers. As angels are somewhat haughty, looking down on other races, Ares grew up with a similar mindset, generally looking down on races. However, his reason for his opinions was merely the fact that it was what he was raised to think; he hadn't even met a non-angel before.
One day, though, that changed. Ares had been out by himself when he met the other boy, a lost child. As angels are able to hide their wings and Ares didn't know better, he approached the child thinking it was a fellow angel. By the end of the day, the two were good friends and Ares promised to come there again the next day to play. He then visited the strange child the next day. And the day after that. Before he knew it, the two had bonded deeply over the course of several months.
However, nothing perfect lasts forever. One of his elder siblings discovered the child and brought him before the entire family. Ares was stunned to learn that his best friend was actually one of the races that he had been raised to consider beneath him. As they took the elf child away Ares was helpless, and although his family attempted to reassure him that it was for the best, a seed of doubt lingered in his mind. This seed hibernated for the rest of his childhood until he came of age, when it began to sprout and bloom. When he was considered old enough to be an adult, he left his family, seeking out not only the child that been his friend, but the answers to his seemingly endless list of questions.
When word came to him of an arranged marriage, Ares didn't mind accepting. To him, it's a chance to learn more about the races that he was taught to see as trash.