Ares hummed to himself, licking over his full, pink lips. He looked around, his deep brown eyes with a small blue ring around the pupil surveying his surroundings. He ran his pale fingers through his sandy browm hair. Ares slightly hallowed cheeks were a light pink colour, making him always look wind-swept. Ares nibbled at his bottom lip, showing small parts of his pearly teeth.
Ares. Named after the God of War. His name suits certain sides of him.
Ares is sweet and salty. He often tests peoples boundaries to see how far he'll get, but knows when to stop. Ares is curious. Curiosity may kill a cat, but it doesn't faze Ares. He has died, many of times. Each time, he comes back to life with a different form. Over the months, years, decades, Ares has come to the conclusion that he can't be killed. Although, it murders him each time he outlives his friends. His family. As he's permanently seventeen, he often changes his name and identity. Nobody needs to know the year he was originally born.
Ares is immortal.
