Alex was the son of Ares. So yes, he was in the Ares cabin. But what set him apart? Well, for one, unlike his brothers and sisters he was a lot nicer. Strong, colorful, rowdy, and maybe crass at times. But humble, generous, and rather quick witted. He was considered a little less rowdy, which wasn't a lot next to his siblings.

He specialized in a lance—making him the second best lance user other than Clarisse and humbly he took that title. Alex always looked up to his father, the god of war, although he knew his dad would never look at him. He was just an average seventeen year old boy. He didn't hate the gods, but he didn't like them either per se. He never let them rule his life too much.