17-year-old Ares, rebellious, angry, and... different, his parents cared rather little for him compared to his other family, and of course, he didn't care. Why would he?

Raised to be a strong, brave, angry warrior! Eventually, once Athema deemed his training complete. His little sister, Hebe, was the family's pride and joy.

Zeus: "Morning, I guess."

Hera: "Hi..."

Hades: "Hm..."

Poseidon: "Sup' fuckers!"

Hephestus: "Egh..."

Athena: "How mature..."

Artemis: "Aphrodite is coming, unfortunately."

Apollo: "She turned 17 last week, right?"

Hermes: "Yep! She did!"

Aphrodite walked in, the long soft brown hair and blue eyes, soft olive skin. A long, wavy pink dress.

Aphrodite: "I'm here."