Ares Wittentore

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  Ares is a girl with not many dreams nor wishes. She always struggled with making friends and staying awake during class, considering her life at home wasn't so great as she grew up. Her father was drunk and abusive whilst her mother was hardly ever home, leaving her alone in the depth of danger of her harmful father. She was used to the abuse by now, since she has been dealing with it for the passed few months to a year or possibly her whole teenage life. Ares wasn't fond of her mother either, since the woman had never paid attention to the cuts and bruises that marked up and down her arms, so she had to wear sweaters and hoodies to hide them until they healed on their own.
  
  No one really liked her, seeing her as a complete nobody ever since she roamed the halls for the first time. Even if anyone befriended the odd girl, Ares wouldn't trust them so easily since a few people did it as pranks, or rather jokes. Aren't jokes supposed to funny? Maybe not in high school. The girl struggled to even take care of herself, looking back to her past, school years weren't the best to think about or to experience in her perspective. She was tired of everyone always abusing her verbally and emotionally so she decided to finish high school and skip college. Now that she's 26, she struggled to pay rent but at least she had somewhere to live, not having to be bothered by other people.
  
  Ares Wittentore has multiple hobbies that are mostly accompanying her life to distract her from her cryptic day-mares and constant hatred. She likes to play the acoustic and bass guitar, teaching herself new tunes daily as well as the piano but doesn't play it as much as her guitar. She also finds passion in writing poems and drawing pictures mainly to express her feelings, keeping them in a folder and sharing them with her art therapist. The woman also likes to shoot guns and throw knives, mainly as a personal training for self defense.
  
  Every girl has some kind of hates, especially Ares. She had built up on many hatreds for herself over the years of growing up in the ratchet home with her mother and father, being the only child in the family. She absolutely hates annoying and repetitive sounds like sirens or constant noises like a beeping of a dying smoke detector. She also finds passion in hating short sleeved or any short clothing on her body - she didn't like the way her pale skin revealed beneath the fabric of such uncomfortable attire.
  
  (FC: Billie Eilish)