Sun-Hi Choi was born and raised in South Korea, she loved it there, but over the years her siblings and relatives slowly made their way to America for various reasons. After college, and a degree in Arts, she worked at starting her own pottery business. She loved making pottery; it was her passion, as well as humanitarian efforts. She’d often volunteer at soup kitchens, and occasionally even went on mission trips, donating some of her work to people that had nothing.
It was on one of these trips that she caught the attention of Prometheus, her love of pottery and humanity touched his godly heart. After she went back home, he’d go there and visit her occasionally, posing as a businessman, dealing in pottery.
When she became pregnant with twins, Prometheus urged her to move her business to America. At first she protested, but then Prometheus decided to be honest with her, and explained who he was, and that her children would be demigods. It sounded far-fetched, but he made one of her clay sculptures come to live and walk around on the shelf, she started to believe a bit more. He gave her a package to give to the twins when they became old enough to go to camp, and made arrangements to move to Portland, Oregon to live with her older brother who had moved there a few years earlier.
Her children were born in America; therefore they were considered natural-born citizens. She gave them both Korean names, Yul and Jae-Sun, and tried to impress upon them the importance of remembering their heritage. It seemed to work well with Yul, but as Jae-Sun grew, he became more and more obsessed with American things, and scoffed at his heritage. At the age of six, he decided he wanted to be called Jadon, even coercing his mother into changing his name legally.
As they entered school, Jadon was the outspoken, athletic, popular kid, and Yul was often forgotten by Jadon. When Jadon wasn’t busy trying to overshadow or forget his brother, or on the rare occasion Yul found the nerve to point out Jadon’s flaws, especially when Jadon would ridicule his mother for clinging to her Korean heritage, they’d normally get on OK. The attacks started when the boys were nearing 11, after being attacked by a hellhound and saved by a satyr, the mother told them the truth about their father. She wouldn’t hear of them missing school, it was hard enough for them with the dyslexia and ADHD to get good grades, but if they missed any they’d be sure to not graduate. Their mother agreed to allow the boys to attend camp during holidays, but only if they kept their grades up during the school year.
In order to manage that the boys often had to have special tutors assigned, extra hours with the teacher and projects for extra credit, but they usually managed. That was until the age of 13, their grades slipped in a few subjects, and their mother decided they needed extra tutoring and kept them home for the summers. As they entered high school, Jadon became obsessed with the idea of the United Nations, and when an opportunity came up to go to one, he did whatever he had to in order to get involved. Not wanting to be left behind at home, Yul opted to join as well. Which led them to New York City, during the summer of 2013, continue on to group history.
In 2013 the UN decided to work with Columbia College and the Model UN to host/sponsor a large Model UN event. Schools would come from all over the world. Along with the usual Model UN stuff that would be going on at Columbia, the UN would have students able to have tours of the UN building, sit in on certain functions, as well as have interviews with members of the UN. In July, students and teachers from all across the globe converged on New York City.
The first day was full of meeting new people, grouping off into who would represent which countries in the Model UN, and all sorts of various activities. By the end of the second day, many had made new friends and things were going along swimmingly. As evening wore on, danger loomed on the horizon, a danger they had no idea was coming. Unbeknownst to many, due to the large event, many that had come from other countries were actually demigods. Because of so many, in one place, at one time, unprotected by any magical barrier, the scent was powerful.
A group of huntresses had been tracking a lydian drakon for awhile, not sure what had caught its attention or why. They momentarily lost it's scent coming into New York, and stopped by camp to get more help, a small group of campers dispatched to work with the huntresses. As the lydian drakon neared the campus, it's hard to say what the mortals saw, some say they saw a tornado ripping through the sides of buildings, others said they felt like they were going through a giant earth quake. Regardless, the thirty or so demigods that had unknowingly been brought together, were about to face a fight they'd never forget.
Some in the group had been to camp before, and carried weapons, some still hadn't fully realised they were a demigod, or what it meant to be one. As seconds felt like an eternity, fate would not be so kind to these teenagers, as their scent had not just drawn a lydian drakon, but also the hydra and a few hellhounds. They were soon finding themselves boxed in, and fighting for their very lives. When all hope seemed lost, the huntresses and campers arrived, and being a bit more prepared, and catching the monsters by surprise, they were soon able to turn the tide of the attack. Unfortunately not without the cost of a few lives.
As they all re-grouped and started to care for the wounded among them, the group that had come from camp decided it would be best for them all to get back to camp as soon as possible, where they would be protected by its borders. Some were easily convinced as they'd been to camp before a couple of year's previously for summer's and holidays, other's were a bit more scared, and unsure if they should go, but not wanting to risk being attacked again, they agreed after being assured they could contact their parents safely from camp's borders. They gathered the dead and wounded, and headed to camp.