Ares Nimbus

Ares, standing in the Captains Quarters of his Brig.

### Relatives

Koe Nimbus (Mother), Pluto Nimbus (Father), Alessia River (Grandmother), Sean River (Uncle), Oliver River (Uncle).

### Allies

Ariel Stillwater, Ernie Day, Darke, Ernst, Gabriel Vermont,

## Physical description

### Hair color

Brown

Ares Nimbus Is one of the most famous Heroes in the War seas his towering frame and powerful Emerald-infused fighting styles, Iron Leg and Impact Fist. He is instantly recognizable and strikes fear into the hearts of villains.

### Personality

Ares is a kind and caring yet crass and brutish man. He cares deeply for those who are close to him, and will put himself in front of any threat that stands to harm his friends or family.

### Appearance

Ares is a Large Imposing man wearing a titanium chestplate and a large green fur coat. His hair is brown but unkempt as if he regularly forgets to brush it. (which he does).

#### Abilities

Ares possesses the Life Curse, as well as the Iron leg and Impact Fist fighting styles. Before gaining the Life Curse, he wielded Crystal Magic, which he would imbue into his two fighting styles.

### Lore

Arc 1, Hue Dawn. Chapter 1: A Green Beginning.

Ares was born in Cirrus Town to two parents, his father, Pluto Nimbus, and his mother, Koe Nimbus. His father, a powerful retired crystal mage, had settled down with his wife, who possessed earth magic, and his son, Ares, who possessed the same magic as he. All was not as it seemed in the Nimbus house, however. Pluto himself was prone to fits of blind rage and anger over the most minute details and observations. One too many socks on the floor could lead to him throwing you on the ground and stomping on your stomach, or slapping you dozens of times. Ares, merely being a child, and Koe, the ever gentle and loving mother, tried to stand up to her husband, but she was unable to. After school, Ares would walk through his house to his fathers backyard training area he had set up, in an attempt to train Ares into a warrior stronger than he, a man who could right the wrongs of his father. Ares would train day in and day out to hone his magic. After expressing interest in hand to hand combat, his father trained him in kicking, and honed the kicking power within his son's shins and lower legs by repeatedly hitting them to make them stronger and more durable. Eventually, on Ares’ 17th birthday, he comes home from an arduous day of school, excited to see what his mother and extended family had gotten him for this milestone of a birthday, even though he rarely received presents, since his father never got to celebrate his birthday out at sea, he thought this would be different. It was. It was very different. As he opened the front door, he saw the lights off, with his father, blood on his hands standing atop his mother, with a battered and bloody face, still, lifeless, and cold. Ares, unable to comprehend this sight, purely acted on instinct. He placed 2 magic circles around his father, and rose 2 pillars of glowing, green crystal from them, his father, in attempt to defend himself, fired two crystal blasts at his son, Ares thinking on his feet, ducked under the blasts and grabbed his father by the neck, squeezing as hard as he could. He could feel the bones breaking, first, the skin around the bones with his neck began to become irritated, until it broke, then the bones around his neck were crushed, and was not let go until his throat began to fill with his own blood. Ares, realizing what he had done, immediately washed his hands and ran off to the stepstones, using a technique his father had taught him, the airstall, he safely jumped from the stepstones, and landed on his feet. He sat there for about 4 days, waiting for a boat to arrive, when one finally did, he leaped onto it, and snuck through one of the windows. Where it landed at Palo Town. Having stolen some of his parents' galleons before leaving, he was already set, however, he realized he needed to become stronger, to somehow bring his mother back. He went to the Palo Town Book Store, where he met a Girl dressed in a Grand Navy Vice Captains uniform, she looked to be about his age, looking at a book that seemed like the exact one he needed. “Sea Curses: The Magic Beyond Magic. By Durza.” He asked the girl if he could borrow the book for a moment. He began reading, looking for anything relating to necromancy, life, death, etcetera. And then he found it. The Life Curse. A sea curse that would allow its user to restore the life taken from the dead. “Say, why are you researching Sea Curses?” the girl asked him. “Oh, I’m just a big dreamer, look at this, wouldn’t bringing the dead back to life be so cool?” Ares replied, attempting to deflect any suspicion. “I’m Ariel, nice to meet you.” “I’m Ares, the pleasure is mine.”

Chapter 2: A Gray Old Man's Strength.

The two began discussing, trading knowledge of folklore and sea curses. Ares asks the girl if she knew anything about how to do the odd “imbuing” he had heard so much about from his father. She had said she knew of a rumor of a man on a place called Harvest Island who could teach him about the art of fighting, maybe he knew something. Ares, using the money he had stolen, got himself a Caravel. Using the unique magically imbued map that tracked his magic energy and displayed where he was on the map, he took himself to Harvest Island. After guiding himself up the curving hill of the Island, he met an old, gray man wearing a bear's skin. “Are you here to hurt me?” The burling old man growled quietly, yet firmly. “Hurt you? I was told I could learn from you.” Ares replied, shocked by the man's defensive demeanor. “I see. My name is Sarloveze. You seem quite powerful for such a young man, what do you wish to know.” Sarloveze spoke louder, seeming more comfortable with the young man's presence. “I was told you can teach me how to fight.” Ares replied. “So you wish to learn the style of my family? The indomitable will of the Iron Leg fighting style?” Sarloveze said sarcastically. “Exactly.” Ares replied, as if stating a fact. “Oh really? Alright then. Try envisioning your legs as steel. Durable. Nothing can bend, break, or melt them.” Sarloveze said, shocked at Ares’ enthusiasm. A faint, glowing gray layer began to form around Ares’ leg, and then, the glow got brighter and more noticeable. Until, as if it was second nature, his entire right leg became coated in crystal. “A warlock?!” The old man replied, shocked at how fast this rookie in front of him had managed to imbue his magic into his fighting style. “Alright then warlock, how about we spar? I want to see what you know already. But first, we feast!” The old man started to make various dishes using the pumpkins he was growing near his small yet warm hut. Sarloveze erupted into a roaring laugh, as he exchanged stories of his past with the young man. Sarloveze taught the young boy about a very specific realm, The Ravenna Realm. Sarloveze told Ares about how they had wronged him, how they had desperately chased him, and killed his loved ones, all in an attempt to get rid of him. During this conversation, Ares learned of the lost kingdom of Winterveil, and how they had brutally massacred the entire kingdom, man, woman, child, none were safe from the massacre. “If you end up becoming stronger than me, I want you to do something, I want you to kill that old man, King Calvus, alright?” Sarloveze told the boy. When they had eaten their fill, they prepared to battle. “Alright then, your go Old Man!” Ares yelled from across the island. “Alright! Ready, Set, Go!” Sarloveze said. Sarloveze squatted down, as if he was about to start an olympic dash. And rushed at Ares, with a powerful kick at blitzing speed. Acting quick on his feet, Ares jumped high in the air, and kicked the air as hard as he could, and suddenly, a powerful gust of air launched, knocking the Old Man out of the air, and into the ground. Sarloveze steeled himself before Ares could land a kick on him. Sarloveze, jumping into the air at the still airborne Ares, catches him in a special technique. “Shooting Iron Express!” Sarloveze yelled, as he kicked Ares somewhat lightly into the air, then slammed his stomach with a powerful ax kick, hurling him towards the ground. Ares braced himself for the incoming meteor of a stomp that was to come, and guarded himself with all his might. Studying the old man's technique, he used the same move on him, however, with his own twist on it, literally. Ares launched the old man into the air using a platform of crystal made from his magic, and rushed at him, and kicked him in his stomach. Rather than kicking him lightly like the man did to Ares, he spun around while Sarloveze was on top of his leg after that kick, whirling him around, and dizzying him, after which, he rolled mid-air, and hit the old man with an ax kick, and launched him into the ground, yelling “Emerald Shooting Iron Express!” as he did so. Then, replicating that same stomp technique the old man used, he crashed into the dizzied and dazed man, using a powerful attack he had coined “Emerald Stomp of the Royal Tremor!” The man stood still, unconscious, but still breathing. Ares dragged the man up the hill back to his hut, and laid him down. He fed himself some more of that delicious pumpkin soup, and began to explore the small property Sarloveze had laid out for himself. On a desk, he discovered a small journal, where discovered the past of Sarloveze. A bounty hunter, a powerful one at that. Past his prime, but still a dangerous warrior. Ares took the feather and ink near Sarlovezes desk, and ripped a page from the journal, and wrote down a note. “Thank you for teaching me this fighting style. I must return to Palo Town, and continue my journey across this sea.” He left about 300 galleons as a gift for the man. He boarded his caravel, and sailed back to Palo town.

## Relationships

### Ariel Stillwater (Friend, Classmate)

> Ariel is my closest friend, she's like a sister too me. She owes me for up and abandoning us in the Dark Sea, though!
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 Ares met Ariel after descending the stepstones. They are longtime friends and practically inseparable. They bond over having both lost their parents.

#### Ernie Day (Friend, Classmate)

Ernie is a great opponent! He's great to fight with, too. He's just about as crass as I am. Hahaha!

Ares met Ernie when he joined Vanguard, along with Ariel.