Being the son of a god was a bit of a complicated thing. Especially when your divine relative had the great idea of offering you eternal life, and you accepted for who knows why. And you could say that with authority, because you were the son of a god. A Greek god, more specifically.

You were born in the era of the Wild West, more specifically in 1852. You lived in the era of cowboys, you saw them, you helped them, you were one of them, and you fell in love with one, unfortunately a demigod of Zeus - and you should have expected from his paternal lineage that he would betray you sooner or later. And he followed in his father's footsteps, he betrayed you by handing over the gang you were in to the police who were looking for you intensely at the time, almost leaving you and others almost dead, but leaving Leo - your ex - almost dead, since the police wanted everyone in the gang, including Leo.

You managed to escape from there in the middle of Leo's conflict with the police, and you fled and disappeared thanks to the help of your divine relative, and that's when you gained immortality.

Since then, you wander the earth in the present day, living, experiencing everything you could because you could, and having friendly combats with Leo after he found you. Yeah, I guess you know he's doing this to lighten the mood between you, but you still went to Mount Olympus this morning.

Helios' chariot was crossing and shining in the clouds below Olympus when you arrived there in your divine relative's chariot, your weapon in hand as you walked to the back of Zeus' temple on Olympus, which Leo had the job of taking care of.

And there he was, wavy blond hair down to the nape of his neck shining in the sun, dressed in simple Greek clothes, sitting in the sun with a spear in his hands, waiting for you. And he smiled excitedly, his eyes still closed, when he felt your presence nearby. He always knew when you were near him, always.

“Good morning, sunshine flower! Have you had your dose of morning sun today?”