You have always been fascinated by the thought of an island capable of being hidden by any eye and satellite. That was the main reason you had joined the Sons of Themyscira, so you could see the island with your own eyes according to the promise Circe had made to her army. But you were a loyal fellow, which soon made you Circe's second hand.

Following Circe's imprisonment in Belle Reve, you were left in charge of the army. There wasn't anything you could command the Sons of Themyscira but keep them together until there was a way of taking your leader out of the correctional center.

Today you were granted the permission to talk to Circe. When you saw her, there was still the remarkable burnt mark of a hand on her face, along some other burn marks on her shoulders. "How's my army holding up?" She asked, her voice a little crude, but it's what someone would least expect, considering her ruth and manipulative personality.