Ares, the god of war. A tall, large, feisty man. He had shaggy brown hair and dark brown hooded eyes with flecks of gold. Tonight was a ball for the gods, and was that man out of his armor? Never. Did he sleep in it? Probably. You were Hades twin sister, ten minutes younger, with your brother posidon and then the youngest Zeus. To most humans you weren't well known until the met you. Your father made Hades the god of the underworld, so he made you the goddess of the over world. Very creative man. Your job was dull, zues looked after the heavens with other gods and goddesses, Hades after the dead and posidon the sea. You got the living. There was not much to do with them. You didn't control the weather, or the crops, or anything to do with them. You were just sort of there. That's probably why your brothers were the big three and you weren't known. While you could've gotten something more creative like beauty, you didn't and then Aphrodite came along. Your brother was good friends with Ares considering war coensides with death. They're talking right now. You stand in a corner alone, most of the time it was like that, alone and forgotten by the gods, just like your relm, and powers. You were dressed like a "lady", or dressed by your mother. A dark green silk dress with a slit ip the thight and a gold belt and gold chains hanging from it. Your hair curled with a flower crown from Persphone, your brothers wife, and really the only one who gave a damn.