Relationship Status: in an open relationship with @nickitxrres
Reside in: Apartment above the library with Lucien
How long have they been in Redwood?: Joined July 2042
Headcanons:
He had a girlfriend in highschool. He was half planning on marrying her, before falling in with the bad crowd.
He used to go to Sunday school and was a devout Christian. He stopped believing in high school, though recently has taken somewhat to his faith again.
While he is trying to change, there are still hints of the old him inside of him, ready to come out in the worst circumstances.
He became a raider for several reasons. Mostly because it's familiar, but also because he's trying to make up for what he did.
Biography:
Look, everyone has regrets, right?
Ares wishes he could tell you where everything went wrong. But his upbringing was normal. His parents were loving, high school sweethearts, living the nuclear family, apple-pie life. Three children (with Ares being the youngest), a nice house, financially well-off, mother a housewife - what could someone want more?
He had been a good kid. Not the smartest, but good at sports, to the point that he probably could have had a career in it - if he had continued. Ares has no idea how it happened, how he slipped. He knows it’s no one’s fault but his own, even when his parents blamed themselves. But at some point in high school, he sought out a bad crowd. The ones hanging out behind the school. At first, it was nothing. Some petty theft here, a break-in there. Making quick cash, money that he didn’t need, but that gave him a thrill when he counted it late at night on his bed. Then it got to drugs.
Small stuff, nothing even a cop would bat an eye at. Then it got worse. He dopped out of high school, spending time with his new friends. His parents kicked him out after they found his personal stash, but at that point, that felt okay too. He didn’t need his family, his family could never understand him.
Ares got into it, deeper, further, selling more and more. Until he got caught. And where he lived, they didn’t take things lightly. It was a clean case. As Ares refused to give up any information in exchange for a lighter sentence, the judge didn’t hesitate. At age 25, Ares got a 20-year sentence.
Ares doesn’t enjoy talking about his time in prison. It was a time of violence, with Ares quickly getting in on it, feeling that he needed to prove himself if he wanted to survive. He survived, getting taken in by one of the gangs, working his way up. And then things got worse. With the outbreak, prisons seemed to be of the least concern to anyone. Conditions got worse and worse, guards less and less, until there wasn’t even a chance of keeping order. It started small, but escalated - at the end of the riot, the guards were dead, prisoners were dead, with Ares’ gang barely intact.
Ares stumbled into a world of chaos, barely surviving on his own. Until he found a group of raiders. Desperate for a place to belong, he joined them. This time is the time he is the least proud of. The things he doesn’t want to talk about. He tried to keep some semblance of morality, showing mercy where he could. It was one thing to beat up a guy who was in for shanking someone, it was another to do that to a couple who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. That does not change that he did kill. Not everyone he could have, but there is blood on his hands, and that is something he can’t change.
In the end, the violence tore his new group apart. Another meaner, more ruthless group of survivors, a violent battle, that hardly left any of them alive. Ares escaped - barely. Wounded, he escaped into the wild, stumbling in the dark until he collapsed. At that moment, he believed he would die. And part of him knew that he was at fault and that he deserved it. How many had he killed? How many had he left for dead? Robbed people of everything they had, because he was told or because he thought he needed to, to survive?
He stayed there for hours, waiting for his death. When morning came, he was still alive. Ares didn’t believe in god, in fate, but he took it as a sign - that he was meant to live, to survive this, for some reason. After that, he swore he would turn his life around. Be a better person. Even if his past was the past, he would try his best to make up for it, in some way.
And that was what he did. He killed walkers, he saved others, shared his food and supplies with those who needed them. At some point, he stumbled across Redwood. Part of him feels like he doesn’t deserve a new beginning, but part of him wanted it, so he made an attempt to join the sanctuary.
Ares knows there are many things he needs to repent for. He knows his past is out there, ready to haunt him. Maybe closer than he thinks.
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You find a note attached to your front door. In lowercase letters it reads: you are the darvaza crater
Ares blinks as he plucks the note off the front door, dropping his bag of tools as he does so. "Darvaza?" He mumbles to himself, brows scrunched up in confusion as he reads the note. Doesn't ring a bell. Is that a place in Russia? Shrugging it off, he stuffs the note into his pocket, figuring he can use the paper for something else, before grabs his toolbag and heads inside the house to continue working on making it liveable again.
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If Lucien asked you to leave Redwood with him tomorrow, would you do it?
Oooof, that's hard. I mean, I don't want to leave Redwood but... I don't want to leave Lucien to go out there alone either. So I guess I'd leave with him? I'd ask Nicki to come with me, though. But I don't think she'd want to leave Ike.
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Hell yeah! I mean, I kinda started out doing it because I figured it'd be good to show that I changed, but I also like it. I like running around and getting people things, and it's pretty easy because I kind of already did the same thing before.
No, I don't think so. I mean, I used to avoid Silvy, but she's not here anymore. I also used to avoid Ike in my first few weeks here, but I obviously don't anymore. We hang out now
"Alright, here you go. One serving of Ares' very special venison stifado." Ares grinned at Emmit as he set the steaming plate down in front of his chosen test-subject. "The name's a work in progress. I'm taking suggestions. C'mon, dig in man, tell me what you think. And be honest, I can take it." Joining up with the kitchen staff had just kind of... happened. Originally, Ares just wanted to recreate some recipes for Nicki. The chivo guisado and milk pudding had been a hit, so why not try making other things? Before he knew it, he'd started helping out the regular kitchen staff and, bam! - here he was, a fully-fledged Redwood cook.
"I tried a different spice combo this time. It's kinda hard when half the stuff doesn't even grow here. Did you know cinnamon isn't from the US? Kinda wild. Fleet helped me figure something out, though, so if it tastes weird, it's like... 50% on him." Ares chattered away as he loaded up a plate for himself. He probably could've taste tested it all on his own, but the more the merrier. And Ares liked spending time with Emmit. "So, how's life?" Ares asked, speaking with his mouth half-full. "The kids at school treating you alright? They can be pretty rowdy. I was helping Lucy with something and they were climbing all over me."
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"Whut did big man make you wear an ankle monitor for?" In the time he'd gotten to know Ares -- including the many opportunities for sex between them, during which Ares had been enthused and pliant and willing to accept all manner of rough treatment -- there wasn't anything about the man that made Mike think that he'd present some kind of threat to Redwood. "Did you make you some sort of one-eighty in the time you been here, Daisy? Come in all roar until somebody pet you right and put a collar and bell on you?"
Mike watched Ares slick that mangled tongue against his teeth and wondered if that made him feel good, that physical reminder of his being schooled and put in his place by Isaac himself. The raiders all seemed to have a near cultlike devotion to their rangy leader, even the thundercloud-faced girl who had taken herself off to guard the Ranch like an ill-tempered feral cat. Ares treasured his depleted tongue. It was like he'd earned something, sacrificing part of it.
"I been to the Ranch, though only one time when Zack thought I might be good lending some muscle for digging out they wanted done." Mike shrugged. He didn't mind being used for labour; it was good that Redwood found use for him at all. "It's like to be even better'n what I seen that time. Dunno how protected it is with them two sour women tending it." Mike reached over, pressing his thumb against one of the bruises low against the side of Ares' neck, almost hidden by his beard; his thumb fit perfectly, of course. "You go out there much, boy?"
"Okay, it wasn't really Ike who made me wear it. It was a council decision. He was the one who put it on me." Ares responded, still prodding at his teeth, running the ridged indent along his molars. On most days, he almost forgot what it'd been like before Redwood. Not prison, never prison, but his time after. With the scavenger group and then on his own, until he'd shown up at the gate to Redwood. Without Silvy to remind him, it was easy enough. Part of him felt guilty about it, but, in a way, it was settled business, right? Something he couldn't undo, so he could only move past it.
Mike never seemed to regret what he'd done with the Daybreakers either. It'd been what was needed, just necessary, why dwell on it? Yeah, if anybody was gonna understand, it'd be Mike.
"I had some bad business with some of the people here from way back. Council thought it was better to put a shackle on me, to be safe, because I was a raider and all. They took it off pretty quickly though, because Ike was tired of going out with me and I wasn't doing anything bad." Ares almost thoughtful expression shifted into something more easy. "Got out on good behavior, like you." Ares bumped Mike's side with his elbow as a gesture of comraderie, shooting him a big, friendly grin.
"The Ranch kinda looks like a second Redwood now. And Vivy and Cat are doing a pretty well. They're actually pretty good at fighting. The biters gotta watch out for them." Ares chattered, though he broke off when he felt Mike's finger dip against a bruise on his neck. Almost instantly, Ares leaned into the touch, letting out a soft hiss when the pad of Mike's thumb pressed into his bruised flesh, sending out dull sparks of pain. It was enough to make his pulse quicken.
"Yeah. Sometimes." His voice was quieter this time, a little hoarse. His blue eyes met Mike's, big and unyielding. "I was there. Yesterday. The woods." He knew the spot on instinct. Like some kind of subconcious memory unlocking. It was as if he could taste the dirt and leaves in his mouth again. Hadn't been his first time there. Ares swallowed, giving the dull pain some edge as he nuzzled as far as he could against Mike's wrist.
"Do you miss it?" Ares asked, eyes still fixed on Mike's, not wavering. "The Daybreakers?"
"Ares, it was just leg day two days ago," he complained on cue, probably exaggerating. "You know what, whatever. Do your worst. And when we get home I will just lie down and force you to get dinner for both of us."
He stood back up with miniscule help from his cane and hang it over his shoulder, pulling his hair into a bun with an elastic between his teeth. "If I want to fall down the stairs, I have proven that I can do it very successfully on my own, thank you very much," he shot back and headed down with a hand on the railing. "But one day I will carry you and you will know your job is done."
"Jokes on you, I got cooking duty anyway. The hunters brought back some rabbit, and I wanna try making stifado. So yes, I will be bringing you dinner and you will be a test subject." Ares grinned, leaning up against the doorframe as he waited on Lucien.
Watching his brother get up and move felt good, as weird as that sounded. There was so much more ease to it now. And it wasn't just the fact that Lucien didn't really need to use his cane anymore, or that he didn't have to fight against his body every step of the way, though that definitely helped. More like something inside of Lucien had changed. Made him want to work on his body, become better.
Maybe it'd been the Daybreaker attack. The feeling that something needed to change. The talk in the hospital after Lucien got shot was still fresh enough in Ares' mind.
He shook the thought off, which was easy enough as he followed his brother down the stairs. "Oh really? You promise you're gonna full on bridal-carry me one day? I'll hold you to that. Might have to work on your arms a bit more." As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, Ares squeezed Lucien's biceps, feeling the lax muscles shift under his fingers, before he stepped outside into the warm, early summer air.
"You know, I had an idea." Ares turned around and walked backwards for a few steps, knowing the way well enough to not fall now. "Since it's not freezing outside anymore, maybe we could try out swimming. Amsale said it might help with my back too. Aqua-therapy or something. Probably a lot cooler than working out in the gym. Though I guess it might not work for you because you'd be able to stand in the middle of the lake."