FULL NAME: Colton Edward Davies.

 NICKNAMES: Colt.

 AGE: 21.

 DATE OF BIRTH: September 17th.

 ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo ^༒.

 BLOOD TYPE: AB.

 ETHNICITY: Sweedish.

 NATIONALITY: American.

 HOMETOWN: New York, Manhattan.

 LOCATION: Coney Island.

 OCCUPATION: Construction.

 SCHOOL: None!

 PARENT: Ares^༒.

 ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.

 ACTIVE POWER: None.

 PASSIVE POWER: Pissing everyone off ever.¹

 ARTIFACT: A westie^༒.²

 CURSE: Rage.

 BLESSING: Stamina.

Ryan and Selena Davies had been married three years before they started cheating on each other. For the both of them, this was something of a record; though each was the extreme jealous type, both were unable, so to speak, to keep their private parts to themselves. Interestingly enough, they both started cheating around the same time. Maybe it was that one of them, sensing infidelity in the other, picked up the gauntlet by means of revenge. More likely it was just that they both were disloyal and compulsive, and, fate and coincidence having its way, lost their fight against will in the same week. Whatever the case was, it doesn't really matter. Ryan and Selena were cheaters.

They were both quiet about it, both discreet enough that though the other might suspect, there was no hard evidence. The neighbors knew, of course, because neither of them could keep from bringing their lovers to their pricey Manhattan condo when the other was out, but people in New York are used to minding their own business for the most part, and frankly, the Davies were both high-earning lawyers who stuffed their garbage in other peoples' bins and didn't even offer a short but polite note on the matter. If they wanted to cheat each other dry, more power to them. The people of Manhattan didn't give a shit.

By the 1990 rolled around, the Davies had been engaged in this extramarital carnival for two years. Married now for five, they had the kind of surface life most people can only dream to watch on television. Selena was a divorce attorney, while Ryan was a litigator - both powerful, high-profile positions that put a great deal of money in the bank and made the two of them as a pair noxiously arrogant. If one were to ask their friends, there wouldn't be much to say as far as what the differences were between them, for those differences were few and far between. Of course, few of their friends actually knew much about them - other than that they were rich, practically famous, and cheating scum - but the fact of the matter is that Ryan and Selena were similar enough as to be actually a little frightening. Which was, to be honest, probably why they cheated on each other mercilessly. A marriage like that was bound to have no spark.

So you'd think. It turned out that the marriage had plenty of spark when it turned out that Selena was pregnant, and seeing as Ryan had gotten his tubes tied two months after signing the marriage license (stupidly without a pre-nup), it was pretty obvious that he wasn't the father. Selena knew exactly what had happened, of course, being the intelligent, sharp woman that she was. It was during that New Year's party at the Thomas's, do you remember, Ry? He was so fetching, and I was so eager that I couldn't possibly be bothered to see about a condom.

Naturally, this sort of thing didn't go over well with Ryan, but over the course of several nights of window-rattling yelling matches, it came out that he, too, had been with someone else during that party. Which was probably why he didn't notice that his wife was in one of the back rooms, being boinked by a man with bicep tattoos and a Harley jacket in the coat closet. Well, that's something of an understatement. We're trying to keep this as PG-13 as possible, but suffice it to say, no woman is simply boinked by a god of war. Because that's who it was. Ares, the Greek god of war.

Not that Selena had any concept of this. All she knew at the time was that he looked good, she wanted it, and boy, had he given it to her. Ryan naturally wanted her to get an abortion - they had both married without the intention of ever having children, having been at least clear-minded enough to realize that their lives were in their jobs and probably would never be dedicated to any sort of family. And Selena was inclined to agree with him. She didn't want to be pregnant. For one thing, she was stick think, gorgeous, and busy as hell. So as soon as the opportunity arose, she had her driver drop her at her physician's and, not having to steel herself much for the event, began fixing her makeup in the elevator. That was when she met Ares for a second time.

Now, most people would think that it probably wouldn't take much for a formidable presence like Ares to convince a feeble female mortal not to abort his child, but Selena was not your typical feeble female mortal. She held her ground for at least 2/3 of the elevator ride, and it took Areas - ahem - boinking her again for her to see the error of her ways. But she was, at last, convinced, and though it baffled everyone from the neighbors to her parents to her husband (who, actually, it infuriated), Selena decided to keep the baby. She bitched about her pregnancy for nine months, sure, but she kept it all right. And she took pre-natal vitamins, and ate right, and only over-exercised a little.

When, in the middle of court, her water broke, she let out a very loud string of curses damning all men with tattoos and used her cell phone to demand escort service to the hospital. Despite all the drugs that man could give, she did not give birth until nearly 24 hours later. Ryan came by after a good night's sleep (or, you know, not), and brought her a bouquet, which she threw at his head. Incidentally, Colt didn't get his name until about three days later, when the couple actually realized that that noise they'd thought was the fire alarm was actually a baby in the house.

All things considered, Colt wasn't actually that bothersome of a baby. He was bothersome to his parents simply because his parents didn't particularly want him, but for any other couple, he might as well have been called an angel, aside from the two to three years that he went through that "terrible twos" phase. Maybe that was a bit drawn out, but it wasn't like he could help it. During that time, he broke things a lot more than he should've, cried and yelled a great deal at the smallest inconvenience, and generally made such a nuisance of himself that his mother was forced to pay attention to him. This is probably the reason that he is more attached to her than his father, and has taken her side in the long, drawn out struggle that began months before his birth. Or possibly it's because, as soon as he was old enough to understand what she was saying, Selena reported without much compassion or attention, that Ryan wasn't Colt's real father, so he didn't have to listen to him if he didn't want to.

He didn't want to, and so he didn't.

Life was rough and tumble for Colt from the start. His mother, not having the time to look after him, put him in the care of a nanny. From there, he went into the care of a high end pre-school, then a kindergarten, elementary, and high school, all private. Things went about as one might expect from a son of Ares: that is to say, not well at all. From age six onward, Colt came back from school at least once a week with some kind of black and blue something - always claiming, for the record, that he started it!, even when the other little boy invariably looked twice the worse for wear. For the most part, it truly did seem as if Colt was telling the truth on these things, at least when he was younger. His mother was inclined to believe him - though she had no patience for sympathy - simply because she knew who his father was, but even though he was her flesh and blood and she felt a slight fondness for him, Selena couldn't help but label him as a lawsuit waiting to happen. She wanted to tell him who his father was, thinking that it might curve his behavior (which was quickly turning delinquent), but realized, being an incredibly smart woman, that this would probably make matters worse.

So Colt went on through middle school having no idea who or what he was, suffering under the illusion that he was in some way so morally repugnant that none but his mother could stand him. And as children often do when they believe something, he decided around that age that he was going to actually earn it. Bullying was too much work, and though he was an average student in school, his pessimistic nature made him quite spot-on when it came to pinning down human nature. He figured out pretty quickly that the outcome was the same no matter what he did, so he might as well be an ass. Being an ass was easy, all you had to do was say what you thought. In fact, it was a hell of a lot easier than not being an ass, and Colt was all about it.

While he was working on earning his reputation, Selena and Ryan were working on getting a divorce. The quiet infidelities one either side had, over the years, turned blatant, and being that the two of them had mostly married for convenience and money, neither could really come to a conclusion as to why they should stay together. Unfortunately, both of them were lawyers and neither of them had signed a pre-nup, which meant that it was going to be a long, drawn-out, messy divorce. And it was. It started when Colt was just entering high school and has not ended to this day. One might think that this would have little effect on Colt, seeing how he had little regard for his "father" and had already sided with his mother, but around sophomore year, he realized that in all this divorce shit, neither of them actually seemed bothered with who was going to get custody over him.

This enraged him, naturally - most things did - and he acted out even worse than before. One night, he was thrown in jail for getting caught smashing a car window (his father's), and his mother had to come bail him out. Coupled with all sorts of other behavior - underage drinking, drug use, random acts of violence - that his parents didn't notice, Colt's rage was quickly spiralling out of control. He graduated high school by the skin of his teeth and dropped out of community college, blowing $3,000 of his mother's money because he couldn't be bothered to go to class. Things were just not going right. It was as if there was some special code to life and Colt just hadn't gotten the memo. He was ready to say the hell with New York, and because he didn't have any money, break into a jewellery store in order to buy his freedom, when something stopped him.

That was when he met Alise. She wasn't friendly, but she had the sort of arresting air that made him pay attention, and she offered him a cigarette, which helped calm him down. They sat on a park bench around midnight and she explained to him who his father was. Colt, of course, told her she was on crack, but Alise just smiled, punching him in the arm, and said that Ares had a present for him. That was when she took out the shield, which even Colt had to admit was cool. Of course, it turned into a freaking West Highland Terrier a few seconds after he took it, but still, the last present he'd gotten was a calligraphy set from his grandmother, who he was pretty sure thought he was a freaking twelve year old girl. The gift made him feel a little better, not necessarily because it came from Ares, but because it was presented by a half-sibling, living proof that he wasn't totally alone.

This wasn't a total turn around for him or anything like that, but it did improve life a little. He went home, helped his mother move into her new apartment, and started looking for a job. He decided to stay in New York. Marginally less angry, he even stopped intentionally trying to piss people off. Well, some of them.

He met Ares once, about a year ago. It wasn't a grand, happy family reunion, and Colt made the mistake of trying to punch the jerk in the face, but maybe that endeared him to Ares or something, because Ares laughed and didn't kill him or anything. He didn't take the Westie away, unfortunately. That's life.

Colt is, in a word, angry. It's probably easiest for people to imagine that there's something that's made him this way, something perhaps along the lines of the romantic - slighted love, hidden kindness, a tender soul - but that would be misplacing hope, and Colt really, really hates it when people do that. The fact of the matter is that he's just an angry guy. Sure, there are things that have contributed to that over the years, but what lies at the root of the matter is that Colt was just born angry. It's in his blood, thick and heady, and trying to expunge it would be like trying to change the properties of a chemical substance that has already been reduced to its simplest form.

Colt doesn't know how to be anything other than angry. It's easy, and maybe that means that he's lazy - so be it - but when you've spent most of your life with plenty to be angry about, it's kind of hard to, and frankly pretty stupid sounding, to start looking for good in the world. Let's not confuse Colt's anger with hatred, because that's a totally different breed of animal, an animal he's got plenty stabled in his chest. Unlike his hatred, which is practically an afterthought (flung at just about anything he dislikes, finds little use for, or thinks is stupid), Colt's anger is a very real, very volatile thing. He's angry at his mother and his fathers for being so negligent as to have him in the first place, and he's angry at himself for not being interesting enough to them to at least catch the time of day. That last one's enough to make him pretty angry at the world - can you blame him? - and since it permeates just about everything he does, that's pretty much all of what everyone sees most of the time.

But there is more to Colt than anger. He's not a particularly brilliant fellow, at least not the kind of brilliant that would get him scholarships or win him Nobel Peace Prizes. He's not clever enough to be truly nasty, either - when he's angry, it's a very blunt and bold thing. This is not to say that he's simple, but rather, that he's average. He could have, if he'd applied himself, managed to get good grades throughout high school. He probably could have even gotten into college, if he'd liked, but seeing as he had little interest in either of these things, he didn't achieve either of them. The interesting thing about Colt is that he's smart enough, in his way, to have reduced the world to its simplest of denominators, and that has made him very honest and very clear-sighted, if not always clear-headed. He doesn't over-analyze the world to the point where it becomes confusing, and is a religious follower of the KISS concept. Keep It Simple, Stupid, has always served him well in the past, and he finds that it makes it much easier to understand people - or so he thinks.

The thing about Colt is that it doesn't matter to him if he's right or wrong. He doesn't have the kind of hold up most people who think they're smarter than the average bear do. Colt can be wrong, not give a damn about it, and keep saying the wrong thing just to piss someone off. He doesn't care about your logic or how smart you think you are, and all that pretentious stuff like wearing the right sunglasses or listening to classical music or reading Shakespeare? All of that can kiss his ass. He's read Shakespeare and heard classical music and it's all a load of crap in his eyes. In fact, Colt has done a lot of things that most people in high society would approve of - and he's hated a lot of those things. As a boy who's been given anything and everything in an attempt at giving him some happiness, he finds little interest in material goods, extravagant parties, or fancy clothes. And those things, in his mind, make people look and act stupider than anything else.

Cole is a judger, and when he makes a judgement, it usually sticks. That doesn't mean he's unable to change his mind about things, as he's actually very fluid and open about discovering things, much to many peoples' surprise, but he's not likely to give much thought to whether or not he's judged someone or something wrongly. People get far too caught up on schematics as far as he's concerned. What is, is. This is complicated or that is complicated, bullshit. Something is or isn't at all, that's how he views it.

As for the finer aspects of his personality, Colt is something of a risk taker. Half of the reason he gets into so many fights is not because people naturally dislike him - though they do, thanks to his father - but also because the flush of adrenaline is enough to make him feel good. He's the type to speed through a busy intersection, flip off a cop, or taunt someone bigger than him. Although this sort of behavior could be mistaken as reckless, the truth is that Colt is actually very brave, a trait he inherited not from his father, but from his mother. Colt could stare down a snake and come out of it unfazed, as unlikely as that sort of thing is in the world he lives in.

Most would likely call Colt an asshole openly, but after knowing him awhile, are likely to do so affectionately. Because he's uncensored and pessimistic, most of what comes out of his mouth at first is unpleasant and unsavory, but once a person realizes that Cole simply doesn't put up with or digest bullshit, it's pretty easy to filter out the gruffness of his everyday persona. Beneath the surliness, he does have a great sense of humor and laughs a lot, half the time at himself. And because his parents were so disloyal to one another, if you happen to find yourself in his good graces, Colt will be loyal to you. He'll take your affronts as his own, your fights as his own, and your victories as his own. He may be something of a jerk, but he's a man's man astride that, and though not the sweetest of guys, at least lacks the ulterior motives and nastiness that can often be found in the cultural "elite," - ruffians, in his mind, who are too weak and scared to face the world as it is.

LIKES: Eating, drinking, fighting, Herman Melville, baseball, being outdoors, trains, singing in the shower, bad Chinese food.
DISLIKES: You (probably), yappy dogs, money, cleaning, shaving, television, being too hot, chopsticks, being condescended to, being ignored, people trying to "fix" him.
HOBBIES: Builds train sets. Don't judge him.

QUIRKS: The cheapest person you will ever meet, I kid you not.
HABITS: Swears with the consistency of a sailor, rolls his eyes without caring whether or not people see, sticks his tongue out when concentrating.

HEIGHT: 5' 8". Yeah, he knows.
BUILD: Fairly solid, but not necessarily big.
HAIR COLOR: Black.
EYE COLOR: Blue.
SKIN: Pale, ruddy when hot or incensed.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Has some nice scars on his knuckles from past brawls.
GENERAL APPEARANCE/STYLE: Colt has a somewhat unconventional attractiveness about him, a kind that he certainly doesn't attempt in any way to play up or exaggerate. His features and face shape are very masculine, and he has the square jaw and sharp nose of his father. From his mother, Colt gets his pale skin and eyes, along with his height (which he's none too happy about). In general, his attributes seem well put together enough, though his face can look rather pointed and severe at times. He's not fond of shaving, and is often seen with a 5 o'clock or 12 o'clock shadow, which, along with the infrequently combed hair, can give him a slightly messy look.

As for Colt's style, well, he doesn't have one. His wardrobe is mostly functional, and he's usually seen in a pair of blue jeans, work boots, and a tee shirt of some solid color. Sometimes, these things are wrinkled, because he hates folding laundry about as much as he hates shaving. His clothes are always clean, at least.

¹ There's pretty much no other way to describe it. When around Colt, people feel the urge to wage war. This doesn't necessarily mean with him - though a lot of times it does, just because he's willing - but only that war will be waged on someone. It's not always super intense and tends to vary with the strength of Colt's emotions, sometimes only making people irritated and other times making them downright outraged, but it's always present. Most effective on mortals, though some demi-gods are also succeptable.

² Yeah, that Westie. She's like a transform wand. BOOM and she's a badass shield. Colt imagines this action of awesome is supposed to come into play whenever he's in need, but so far he's only been able to get the dog to yap when he's in trouble, and most often at him. What the hell is wrong with that thing?