ares makepeace @ decaymod

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BASICS

NAME

Ares Oakley Makepeace

ALIAS

You can call him most things

AGE & DOB

31 / July 17 1982

PRONOUNS

he/him

COMMUNITY

Prescott Fire Station

OCCUPATION

Firefighter
Responder

HOMETOWN

Providence Ridge, WA

CONNECTIONS

REGGIE GOODLEAF Best friend and fellow responder

NAME connection

NAME connection

APPEARANCE

HAIR black EYES brown HEIGHT 5'9"

Ares gives the impression that he was maybe supposed to be taller but someone stole a few inches of his height. He stands straight enough that people tend not to notice his relatively short stature until they're standing next to him. He's slim and built, ready to lift heavy equipment and carry people away from danger, but hides it under unassuming button-ups and soft sweaters. He wouldn't want to appear intimidating.

He always has a pleasant customer-service kind of smile that he thinks hides moments of nerves so much better than it does. It does, notably, become more relaxed and easy on jobs.

TRAITS & SKILLS

FIREFIGHTER

I don't care what anyone else says. Saving lives since I was 18 has been much better than picking away at someone's teeth.

[ + ] firefighting skills [ + ] large fires/wildfire specialty [ + ] physically fit [ + ] thrives under pressure [ – ] on path to burnout

LIEUTENANT

The rank doesn't mean anything anymore, but my people are still important.

[ + ] morale booster [ + ] positive attitude [ + ] inherent leadership [ – ] sensitive to criticism [ – ] emotion denier [ – ] low personal morale

BAD PENNY

I've accidentally flushed like three phones into the toilet. I should be studied.

[ + ] humble [ + ] makes the best out of bad situations [ – ] just exquisitely bad fortune [ – ] he will lose your valuables

Newly Jaded

The world was good, and kind, and it will be again. At least, I used to think so.

[ + ] gentle [ + ] cautiously optimistic [ – ] tough falls when proven wrong [ – ] can feel hopeless [ – ] won't talk about this

YEEHAW

They called me a cowboy for jumping into danger headfirst, but that can't be right. I don't have the hat.

[ + ] brave [ + ] does not hesitate [ + ] happiest when in peril [ – ] reckless [ – ] adrenaline junkie

HISTORY

FAMILY

Father, mother, 3 older brothers. All dentists. Status unknown.

cw: please note any content warnings here Ares could have just been a dentist. That's what both his parents did, and all three of his older brothers. Ares was on the way; class president, overachiever, natural leader. It's just then he surprised everyone by never going to college and becoming a firefighter instead. He made a reputation for himself there that was against his safe high school one; he was usually the first to dive into danger, sometimes to the tune of reprimands from his leaders, but he didn't ever get anyone in danger, so was forgiven. And anyway, all of his injuries were stupid ones. His favorite work was a few years into the experience, working on a hotshot crew seasonally, fighting wildland fires. The more danger he came near, the more responsible he seemed to become, which was a strange side effect. He never left home all the way, but the seasonal work was enough to give him a little taste of away from home. He rose through ranks sort of slowly, but consistently.

He was a lieutenant at Prescott, during The Bad Night. Not high ranking enough to call the shots, but responsible enough that some of the losses made him feel guilty. He's never told anyone this, but he was relieved when the dust settled and things like ranks didn't really matter anymore. And Ares never pushed rank, or even reminded anyone about it. He ripped the lieutenant bugles off his gear, right after he visited his father's dentist office and found it abandoned. He went back to work after that.

He went back to work every morning for a long time. It was hard, of course, but the crew at PFS had always been his family, and this was just another group. He was grateful that his best friends, Reggie and Dylan, were still among his crew. Ares was pleased to find in this new world that a proclivity to kind of be a cowboy and jump into danger was not only rewarded, but there were plenty of opportunities. He began to disregard personal safety a little more again in favor of doing his part. It was a way to remain in remarkably high spirits a lot of the time, which he tried to spread to his compatriots.

There was progress. He and everyone else could tell that they were a key element in building their new world, and Ares was excited for it. He had just made up his mind to try to contact his parents again, or at least take first steps to try to reach out. Then their leader, Celia, died. So did Dylan. It shouldn't have happened. It was a freak accident, and no one was really responsible. That made it feel even more like he was. Ares' shine has become a little dulled, now. He doesn't make workplace jokes right now, hasn't tried a bonding activity in weeks. He's even being cautious, for the first time in his career.He can't let his crew lose anyone else. So, you know. Mixed blessings.

MISCELLANEOUS

➔ He still keeps his dad's office clean
➔ He was born during a new moon eclipse which might explain the bad luck thing
➔ Tee Bee Dee

PLAYER Lyss, she/her
TIMEZONE cst
PB aaron moten
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