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In Greece, there is a range of mountains that string between the borders of Thessaly and Macedonia. This is the Olympus Range. The highest peaks of which is named Mount Olympus, thus the aforementioned range was named after. In what is believed by many to simply be myth, is in fact a reality as atop the peak lies a Pantheon. Constantly, enshrouded in mist, it is home to the 12 Olympians. Vastly powerful gods, formed from mere human thought and belief. They have reigned over these mountains for untold centuries, and have watched humanity grow. Amongst these Gods, is Ares, the God of War. The Lord of conflict, the Harbinger of Conflict. He sits atop his throne, left alone to his thoughts


Two thousand five hundred years.That could be translated as two hundred and fifty centuries or nine hundred and twelve thousand,five hundred days. However, that way the number was translated was pointless in the grand scheme of things. The point was, that it had been over two and half thousand years since he had been conceived. The Greeks, as imaginative as they were, had inadvertently been responsible for this creation, in their quest to seek glory and bless themselves before, during, and after a conflict.

That in and of itself was truly beautiful to him. Not his creation, not his purpose, but the object of his purpose. His devotion. War, Battle, Genocide, Murder, it did not matter what words was used to describe it, or what form it took. He reveled in conflict. It provided for him. It fed, nurtured and empowered him. Even as those that had spilled blood in his name, had in turn had their own blood spilled by the hands of others, it had only further strengthened him.

In the end, even as humanity continued to adapt and evolve technologically, and grown past the notions of a pantheon of gods, they continued to provide. They'd only grown more and more imaginative in their methods of killing, and as it turned out, one did not even need to believe in a specific god to empower them. It just simply happened, as they had become associated with that which they were based around. And he was a god of war. The most infamous of them all! For who had not heard of Ares? The Lord of Blood, The King of Conquerors? No, he had continued to grow and grow.

However, times changed, and not always for the better. In the last two four centuries alone, a long line of humans, aliens, wizards, and so on and so forth appeared, coming to be known as Super Heroes appeared, the less conflict could be birth. Always, these heroes would spring into action at the merest hint of blood shed, and thus conflict had seemed to stop altogether. Not in a literal sense, but he had been forced to scrap off of the remains of simple murders and border skirmishes! These could not sustain him. No...he needed a war. A Great War. A conflict of such proportion that it would shine brighter then the memories left behind by the Trojan War, or the Persian Wars, more blood would be spilled than that of the Civil Wars, and more human life taken than either the First or the Second World Wars! A war that would stretch out across the stars, across every plane of reality.

And he knew just how to bring about such a war. Long had this scheme formulated in his mind. A last resort of sorts. And as though the fates smiled upon, the relics that were needed had surfaced, thanks in part to human curiosity.


There would be those that would seek to deny him his glory, but all mortals were but insects before Ares. And as it so happened, there were few Gods left that could challenge him. Save for Zeus and maybe Poseidon. Few people believed in them now, science had all but crushed any mysticism behind both of them. There was Hades, but he more often than not clung to his own machinations and preferred to be left alone. Thus they would send forth mighty champions, but they would all fall before him.

And it would all start in the most unexpected of places. San Francisco.


San Francisco
In the East Bay Area of San-Francisco, America's so called Golden City, there is a grand event being held. It is not as grand as a Casino opening, nor is it as popular as a movie premiere. There is no horde of cheering fans waiting for any celebrities to sign any auto-graphs, nor waiting to be let loose on a shipping frenzy across a new mall. It is the beginning of a facility that will become home to those that have a love for culture, a taste for history, and adoration of all that is mystical. It is a museum. Located on the East Bay Area of San Francisco, this new Museum is appropriately named the Odyssey, and while not certainly limited to that story alone, it is now home to a massive reserve of armors, weapons, pots, writings, scribes, and a slew of relics and artifacts from all over Greece, funded by a lone benefactor known as Sarm Seras. With his massive resources, this Mr.Sera's is now the owner of one of the largest repositories of Greek Culture in North America, and it was open to the public. They were sure to see many visitors.


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Another, dressed in civilian attire stood in the crowd. She was no stranger to public affairs and had made a name for herself in the music industry. Eliza was here for something deeper than just making an appearance. In her left pocket, she clasped an item that had brought her suffering and once, had very nearly taken her life. Perhaps here she would find the answer she sought and destroy the cursed item. Her fingers loosened, letting the pendant slip back into the boundaries of her pocket as she quietly observed, wary that trouble could be brewing on the horizon.

Standing inside felt like one had stepped back in time. Rather, it would have felt that way if not for the museum's guests and the more technological advancements in entertainment. Sure, it was grand! The attention to detail went without rival, but it seemed a bit much Eliza who, though no stranger to lavish accommodations and appearances, preferred things simpler. A stage, her fans cheering her on as she sang... That excitement was what the girl really preferred.
No. It was best to keep her thoughts on the matter at hand. This place had an air of strange the girl couldn't quite put her finger on and energies in the air suggested she wasn't the only superhuman here. She glanced about the guests, searching for familiar faces or someone who stood out. There always seems to be trouble when there's more than one... Luckily, the first aura didn't give off too mischievous an air. So, Cas was here too...

"Hmm, I recognize that expression." Came a voice from behind the young heroine. A man stood behind her, clad in the apparel of an archaeologist. He was rather tall, standing at 6'1. His hair was a dirty blonde, and his eyes a clear blue, and he had a rather sharp chin. He appeared in his early twenties.

"That's the look of someone who knows all about culture. Particularly Greek I'm assuming, given the basis of the Museum?" He inquired, trying to make some small talk. He gave a smile, and his demeanor appeared all but friendly.


As she turned her head from side to side and did her best to identify any other super humans, amongst the crowd of people she would lay her eyes upon a broad giant of a man, clad in a well tailored cobalt suit. White shirt underneath, along with a tie, a black belt held up his matching pants. He was caucasian, eyes hidden behind a pair of shades, although a scar ran down the side right side of his face, he appeared as though as a man of a higher class. And to everyone else he did, but to her eyes, she could spot a massive sphere of crimson aura that encompassed everything around him a 3 meter radius. The aura itself gave off an air of violence, and she would find that staring at it for too long would hurt her eyes. Who was he?



"Now if you'll follow me, we can commence our tour of the museum, please stay close as it's easy to get separated here." The Museum guide informed the Fawcet City Students that he had been assigned to. Young Billy's class was rather fortunate, given the poor funding they'd receive. A chance raffle had been drawn by several schools, to have a full- expense field trip to the Museum, all fees covered by this Sarm Sera. Billy's had been the lucky victors of the raffle, and thus he they were now, standing in the largest gathering place of Greek Culture in America.

The Guide motioned for the class to form two lines and soon the tour began, their first stop, a gathering place at the Greek Hall of Origins. Here, all of the exhibits depicted art works, tapestries, and sculptures depicting the Titans of old myth.

"In Greek Mythology, The Titans were said to have been the Children of Uranus, and each of them were predecessors to the Olympians." The guide cut off for a moment, gesturing towards a piece of artwork that illustrated the Titan Chronos, wielding a scythe and striking down his father Uranus."Some text tell us that the Titans were in fact more powerful than the Olympians, and more primal in nature. Amongst these Titans, it is generally agreed that Chronos, Rhea, and Gaia were amongst the most powerful of them. And that it was Chronos who would lead them after Uranus downfall."

When one thinks of a putrid odor that makes a dog yelp in discomfort, one almost understands how such a powerful aura can feel to those who sense it. Eliza was only just coming into this sense: one which ordinarily, made her visits to the tower very uncomfortable and therefore infrequent. To Eliza, the tower was like standing upon the surface of an unsteady sea. Depending on who was aboard, she had a very hard time keeping her head straight This was Eliza's extra sense: one she hadn't even begun to understand.



Yikes! Eliza flinched for a moment, wondering how such a powerful feeling did not deter her visit or fall under her radar before. The air of violence made Eliza uneasy. Perhaps she had walked into a trap? No. She had to try and find answers. Glancing around, she felt a few other energies, certainly more steady than the one of the mysterious man in the crowd. One thing was certain, he was not normal.

She debated to herself as to whether to approach him and ask. If she did, she'd be getting closer to that nigh-overwhelming air of violence: something unpleasant: not easy to look at directly. If anyone were to know the secret behind the Angel's Tear, surely it would be he. Eliza grasped the thing in her pocket once more and took a breath, hoping to whatever power that be she didn't regret it.

J'zen White was always willing to learn about history. As well as visit such places that held onto priceless artifacts from another time. History was such a fascinating subject in time. Time was something she was familiar with, however it would be from a time much farther into the future verses the past or present. Passing through the doors, she glanced upwards towards the high vaulted ornate ceiling. Finding herself becoming lost to certain designs within the museum. Trading a glance from one person to the next, she couldn't help but feel as if she had overdressed for the occasion. Dressed in a wine colored gown, that fell with soft sighs as she walked across the marble floor. Her shoulder length locks of blond hair bounced in unison with every step she took. Taking the time to admire each statue as well as read up on its history. She couldn't help but people watch at the same time, curious to know what others thought of the displays throughout the museum.

(I hope it's okay if I just jump in here. maybe help get this rolling a bit more till others join.)

She didn't even know why she bothered coming to be the place. At first she thought that it could be a little interesting. Maybe even learn a thing or two she might not have known before. She did find the bit with the titan's a little interesting when she had gone by it. "I bet that was quite the spectacle to have seen." Domina thought aloud as she brushed her dyed red hair over her shoulder.
Moving further in, she felt a sudden presence that had sent a delightful shiver down her spine. That sudden urge she was familiar with to. When she felt like just tearing into someone. She refrained for now, but maybe later she'd indulge in it. Right now, she had brought her attention to the being that seemed to just radiate this air of compulsive violence to those around him. While everyone else seemed to move out of his way, she took to tailing him. Standing out like a sore thumb in the parted crowd, and in her exuberantly crimson outfit.

Magic. He could smell it in the air. He could taste it. And it was now his own violent emanation of the art. No, this was someone else. He sniffed his nose once, twice, and a third time. It was not a required action, but it made him feel more....earthly in a since. Two sources of magic. One had a sour taste to it, a darker blend that stank of foulness that border lined upon witch craft. Perhaps it was a witch, or a necromancer if his senses were correct.

The other one however was more familiar, more refined, yet overflowing. It was more familiar than he thought. Hermes. That couldn't be right though? Hermes, or as he had gone by in his last days, Mercury, had been dead for quite sometime. Slain at the hands of that accursed New God Darkseid. His magical presence had no right to be here. Unless of course."A Champion?" He licked his lips in anticipation. This would indeed be interesting? Who then had Hermes chosen? Was he to try and impede his own plans? This would be amusing.

But first, the witch. What did she want? He would find out first. It was easy enough to know that she had been following him. It didn't take a master sorcerer to sense her presence, as horrid of a job she did a lousy job of concealing it.Of course, she was the only person trailing behind when everyone else was smart enough to move aside. He turned the corner at the end of the hallway that lead into an exhibit regarding the Battle of Marathon. As soon as she trailed after him and turned as well, she would find that he was simply gone...only to appear behind her an instant later.

"And who are you?" He asked her blatantly, his voice filled with a certain curiosity.