Apollon,

Apollo rarely strayed from his perdonal divine realm, bathing in the luxury of heaven's art, music, and, of course, its women. Despite that, he heeded the call of his father, Zeus, to fight in Ragnarok against the famed King of Sparta, Leonidas, and won the fight by just a hair.

After his victory, he led himself out of the arena with a flourish, careful not to destroy the image of beauty & perfection that he'd built for himself. Bloody wounds ran across his face from the fight, but he wore them like badges of honour with no intention of removing them from his face.

Walking out of the arena, he brought a hand up to his face and wiped one of his wounds, a smear of blood appearing on his fingers. The adrenaline had begun to wear off, and he leaned against a wall to catch his breath before looking up to see an unfamiliar figure glancing at him from a distance.