Alec Mars [Άρης]

Upon learning that they, or their girlfriend, had come into possession of a large mansion in Miami, Florida that featured among its many amenities a private dock, there were lots of rich men in the world whose first thought would be to purchase an equally large and ostentatious yacht. There weren't too many, though, who would pay extra to have it outfitted with both a party deck featuring a wraparound couch and dance poles and with hidden depth charge and torpedo bays. And there was only one who would christen that yacht with as authority-baiting and plainly phallic name as the Spearhead: Alec Mars.

Alec guided the Spearhead into the dock at the foot of the property's water side with practiced ease. Maybe he was never a sailor, but there was no vehicle-- particularly no vehicle capable of carrying weapons-- that the God of War could not pilot. The yacht settled quietly and gently into its space, and two of the scant half-dozen servants/crew members secured the Spearhead to the dock.

Striding out of the bridge and up onto the deck, Alec grinned at Eden. "You see, I promised you we wouldn't crash," he joked.

As he descended the gangplank, he looked up at the massive white mansion. Alec recalled, dimly, the night of Deion's party and being impressed somewhat with the unusual architecture. The multi-level arrangement looked even more unusual and striking in the daylight. "Well, I hope he cleaned it up properly," he groused, "Deion took long enough to turn the keys over."

For Eden & Alec's storyline, various Greek Gods & Goddesses will be added as needed. So far, here are the cast lists, the PBs for each character, and a brief idea of what they have been up to:

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According to the travel websites that Alec had consulted before arriving, Barcelona, Spain was considered one of the more cosmopolitan cities of the world. Arts, culture, architecture... so much of the city's history and life seemed wrapped up in the creative and the original that it had the feeling of a place that was constantly evolving. Alec Mars, of course, didn't give two shits about Nouveau-this or retro-that. He thought most of the twisty, leaf-covered buildings looked ridiculous and the only thing he liked about the art was that there were a lot of naked women in it. He did, though, appreciate the Catalan spirit of independence. In fact, he'd lived here during World War II, running guns.

All of that, though, was just things to occupy himself while he sat at the bar of one of the most expensive and exclusive restaurants in the city. It was a converted Olympic building up on the mountain, and had opened a few months before to rave reviews. Tonight, though, it sat fully appointed and staffed, but empty of patrons except for the brown-haired man at the bar, downing shot after shot of whiskey. He heard the door open, laughed, and turned to the single woman who'd stepped into the main dining room.

"Of all the gin joints in all the world," Alec drawled, "she had to walk into the one I just bought this morning."

He set down his shot glass and stood.

"Hello, Eden."

Do you like it rough or sensual? Rough. Hard, fast, wet, messy, frantic at the very least. And then there are times when I really get rough. One exception.

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You've reached Alec Mars at Spartan International. Please leave your name and a brief description of your business, and I'll get back to you when I can.

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This is the God of War. Speak if you like, but you'd better make it worth my time.

01.) Full name? Alec Mars. Originally, Ares.
02.) Best friend? None, though two of his sons, David (Deimos) and Patrick (Phobos) work for him.
03.) Sexuality? As far as attractiveness is concerned, completely heterosexual. But he's done a few things to men in the past to be cruel.
04.) Favorite color? Blood red.
05.) Relationship status? Single, currently resuming (in a fashion) his relationship with Eden Harrison (Aphrodite)
06.) Ideal mate? He doesn't want to be married, but basically a woman who can stand up to him both in the bed and out.
07.) Turn-ons? Hurting people, especially women. Being dominant and powerful. With Eden, somehow her defiance and attitude turns him on, but any other woman who talked back to him he'd break.
08.) Last sexual experience? Tying up and having his way with Eden. But this left such a bad taste in his mouth, he'd be off to find one of his special whores and/or commit some assaults to get over it.
09.) Favorite food? Any kind of meat, roasted and rare.
10.) Crushes? His enemies? *L* He's fascinated and drawn to Eden for all kinds of reasons he doesn't totally understand, but mostly because he thinks no man is man enough for the goddess of love but him.
11.) Favorite music? He doesn't like music.
12.) Biggest fear? He's not afraid of anything, but he does respect the power of his father.
13.) Biggest fantasy? A world at eternal war, with him as the sole deity.
14.) Quirks in bed? He likes making his partners hurt. A lot.
15.) Bad habits? Rape, murder, warmongering?
16.) Biggest regret? He'd say not standing up to Zeus and either demanding Aphrodite for himself or killing Hephaestus to take her anyway. Not that he'd ever actually do either of those things.
17.) Best kept secrets? That what Eden did to him and what he did to her hurt him emotionally.
18.) Last thought? "I'm going to fuck that woman off my mind."
19.) Worst sexual experience? Being trapped in flagrante delicto with Aphrodite and put on display for their fellow gods.
20.) Biggest insecurity? That his reactions to Eden mean he's got genuine feelings for her, which he'd probably rather die than admit.

"... and what did the Senator have to say? Yes, I thought so. Well, perhaps he'll be in a more generous frame of mind during the next oversight committee meeting. Good work. If you need me, I'll be in Budapest for the next..."

Alec Mars lowered his Blackberry and thumbed to his calendar before returning to his call.

"Four days. Saskia? Well, call her and let her know I'll be in town, but don't make an appointment. I'm sure I'll be able to find my own entertainment, but it doesn't hurt to have a backup. Very good."

He touched the 'end call' button and slid the device back into the holster on his hip before leaning back in the spacious leather chair. An imperious wave of his hand toward the bar was all required to bring a server scurrying up with a new tumbler of whiskey. The staff who saw to the needs of the wealthiest travelers in this airport's exclusive VIP lounge knew that Alec Mars was not a guest to be coddled, only obeyed. Alec glanced at his Omega watch. Still another two hours before his private Learjet was fueled and ready for takeoff.

As was his usual habit, he'd kept an eye out in the airport proper for a pretty enough girl to take back here with him, but had found none worth the trouble of seducing or coercing, and that had set his temper on edge. It flared up when he heard the main door of the lounge open, rather than the staff door.

"I thought I told you that I was to have this lounge to myself!" he barked in the direction of the bar, not bothering to look up from his drink.