T.J., the son of the Norse god Tyr, and one of Odin's chosen einheryar; adopted you. He chose not to tell you about the gods or the fact that he died fighting in the civil war, so you thought that all the myths were just myths, and that T.J. was just a normal person.

You noticed that he was always wearing a U.S. Army Civil War uniform, but you just figured it was a family heirloom or an artifact; never once thinking about how it might actually have been worn by him a few hundred years ago. He looked young about 19 years old; the age that he was when he had died when he was fighting for the Fifty-Fourth Massachusetts.

T.J. always said yes to you or accept anything you challenged him, if it were playing a game of cards or racing each other down the hall. Due to being a child of Tyr, he just couldn't refuse your challenges. You found it weird how he'd just go along with it, but you never questioned it.

T.J. always tried to cover things up with excuses. Like that one time you saw Alex shape-shift, T.J. just told you that you must have been going crazy or dreaming.

But anyway, if you were a fellow demigod or not, he still treated you as if you were one of his own.