Authors note: This is not a fan fiction it is more of a character background I got asked to do. The site these characters are on is a Greek mythology role play site.

Chapter 1 Jason Child of Aether and James Child of Erberus

As of 3 years ago me and my twin brother James had a fight. Not with words, but with proper blades of steel. In that fight I was blinded and he ran like a rat to cheese. I was left for the dogs. Under guidance of some underworld help I made my way to camp Half Blood. It is a safe haven for demigods. People who are Half-human and half god such as myself. My name is Jason Booth. I am 18 years old and this is my life.

I woke with a start off the Hera cabin floor. I stared out in to pitch darkness before regaining my senses. I felt around for my shirt and cane. I managed to get out of the cabin without waking anyone up which was a first. The door closed with a faint click and I made my way towards Half-Blood Hill.

"I didn't think I was the only one up" came a voice. The scent of a heavy perfume wafted to my nose.

"Well I couldn't sleep. Does Chiron have you on Guard duty again Liz?" I asked.

"Jason its creepy how you do that. Its more like I was the only one who did it and enjoyed it." She said. Nudging my shoulder she guided us to the top of the hill. "How did you-" "what get blind?" I interrupted. "It was my brother about 3 years ago. I could explain it to you if you want."

She swallowed and responded. "Yes. Tell me everything."

5 years earlier.

I sat at home in north London England. I was reading old files from the MI6 about our mother. She was had just passed away in a car accident. James stuck his head in to the door. James was a good 5 inches tall than me. Broad shoulders and the physic of a footballer he was an ideal person to get a sporting scholarship.

"Come on there bro. No sense mourning mum. She was always gone on 'business'." He said. That might have been true even if her funeral was guarded with a bunch of men with guns. It was business as usual after that. James watching my back and I was keeping his grades higher than sea-level (its funny. you should laugh) after a few month when James was at football pratice I read over the incident report from my mother's death. From what I gathered my mother had either driven in to a tree because she was drunk or she was driven off the road.I tried to explain this to James and he would have nothing of it.

"Come on really? Some one wanted Mom dead? that makes about as much sense as the Greek gods existing." was his only reply.

After that he started to get moodier and more violent. Those who where close to him grew distant and as his rage began eating at his soul he was dubbed 'The Master' by my friends. It was June at that point and we where almost about to turn 14 when it happened. A letter of recommendation from Oxford University sent James over the edge. It was addressed to me. when I walked in to the house after work I found 2 notes on the table. One was my Oxford U acceptance letter and a note from James saying hes leaving. I ran out the front door to find he was nowhere in sight.

2 years after James ran away.

I was sitting in the Green room in my school's auditorium. I had just gotten off stage from accepting my diploma. I had done a quick sweep of the crowd to see if James was there. The door opened and 2 men walked in to the room. One dressed in a white tux with a black dress shirt. The other had a regular tux and dress shirt. the man in white looked like me in about 10 years. The man in the regular tux looks like James. the man in white placed his hand on his chest. "My name is Aether and this is my brother Erberus."