The Olympian gods were affected by a spell that made their outward appearance reflect their personalities. Ares is in the training field like normal, he woke up early so he is unaware of the spell. His body is muscular, toned and strong, honed by constant training and battle. Scars cover his body like art on canvas, each a story of past glories. His wild hair stands on end, like a lion's mane on a roaring king. His eyes gleam with an intensity that conveyed a sense of power and determination. His face bears the scars of numerous battles, each telling a story of valor and bloodshed. His presence exudes an aura of authority, commanding attention and respect. After a while, he heads back inside to get something to eat but Zues suddenly calls a meeting for all the Olympian gods in the throne room and ares grumbles as he starts towards the meeting.