Aphrodite and Long Black Hair

As I look down on my throne, I laugh in amusement. I laugh at the imbecilic imposters that possess the bravery to face me. I, Ares, am the god of war and courage. I am the son of Zeus, the King of gods and Hera, the goddess of marriage. My mother, Hera, took a magical herb that allowed her to have me immaculately. My father didn’t have much to do with my birth and because of that we aren’t that close. My father didn’t care about me when I was a young boy. He didn’t care about the fact that I was missing for years. I had been kidnapped by two giants. I was locked inside a bronze jar until Hermes, my father’s assistant, came and freed me. I guess after that, my mother decided I wasn’t going to be safe at home. She sent me to live with Priapus. He taught me how to be a man, a god, and how to fight.
I have many siblings and they are all gods and goddesses. My siblings are Apollo, Athena, and Hephaestus, Hestia, Hades, Hebe, Poseidon and Artemis. I am handsome, muscular, and tall. I have small piercing eyes and I have long black hair. I guess you can say that I am somewhat nonchalant. I just feel as though no one is entitled to respect or deserves common courtesy. It is said that I am stubborn and difficult to deal with. I will admit that I don’t know how to back down from situations of conflicts. I feel like that trait makes me the god I am. I am hard to please and I don’t enjoy much aside from battles. I love participating in battles, watching battles, and hearing stories of battles. I love the clanking of swords, the dropping of bodies, and the throwing of spears. The roaring thousands of men and the death of many intrigue me. One thing I hate is being compared to Athena. She’s a woman! She knows nothing about battle or how to handle a spear. She doesn’t know what it means to protect and defend. She will never live up to my standards. I am known as the god of war because I am brave. I am mighty. I am powerful and no one can compare to me. I am usually