Ares stumbles down the street, stopping on some random corner to babble.

"Gather 'round kiddies. Old Ares here has a little story to tell you. My life before turning corrupt."

He pauses a moment, pressing the cold bottle of rum to his lips, and continues talking.

"Organized crime had never been taken into consideration when I thought of my future. Sure, my father was a Consigliere for the New York families, but I dreamed of something safer. Something that didnt have to do with death and danger. I didn't like the thought of having to watch my back everywhere I went because of who I knew or who I was associated with. Don't take me wrong, it IS an interesting path to take in life, it sure is more actionpacked than workin 9 to 5 in the office.

I did have a dream, however. That dream...Was to cut hair. My father never did respect my decision.. He always thought I'd take after him and talk to his old pals. Well dad, you got what you wanted, it's just a shame you're not alive to see it. No..Actually, that last words I ever heard from my father was that he was disapointed in me. Although I didn't have my fathers blessing, he did not take me out of his will. When he died I recieved millions. Enough to open a shop.

I met a guy who was selling a nice little corner lot in St. Louis. I bought it for a little under 50 grand. The place was completely fucked. But for around 10 thousand big ones I was able to fix it up. After buying equipment and such I put in less than $100,000 dollars into my dream. The first few months business was booming. I was cuttin' hair like there was no tomorrow. Pretty soon, word had spread of my serious skizzles all across town, I had hundreds of customers every day!"

Ares pauses, taking another drink of rum.

"Ah...What a good lad I was. Listen up kiddos, this is where it gets intresting!"

"See, one day I was givin' someone a shave when I was approached by a well dressed man. Wow, how sharp this guy was. He asked to talk to me in private. I took him into the back of the shop and poured him some whiskey. He was goin on and on about how his boss, Athyna had known my father. I knew what this was coming to. It had happened time and time again. An old friend, or boss, or associate of my father would somehow find me and offer me a job."

"But this time I had actually considered the offer...I have no clue why... Just something about this one...Felt... right. The man, or JewishJake, as he had introduced himself as, gave me a piece of paper with an adress on it. The very next day I showed up at the door of the adress. I was greeted by a different man this time. Went by the name of SuperX. We exchanged names and handshakes and he led me to the boss' office. I heard her voice on the other side of the door..."Come in!" The door slowly opened and I made my way through. I could see myself living leading a life like this."

Ares finishes off what was left in his flask.

"That is all for now..I must go and get some more booze, it seems as though I am out! Keep your eyes out for me on this same corner, my story is not over!"

Ares, the moment i saw you in the HQ i knew you where a good man. Good things usually happen to good men... and someday maybe even greater things will come your way. I am curious as of hearing the rest of your story. Seems like your life has been very interesting. Looking foward to working along by your side my friend.

The_Mold shakes Ares's hand and drinks in his honor!

The_Mold!

As MadAnt heres Ares Story he take his bottle of run takes a swig go to Ares.

What i find about your story is Curious and i would like to hear more My friend i wonder what is up next for you Man.

MadAnt walks away from Ares dissappar before any one can see him