When Victoria Jones attended Camp Half-Blood way back when in the Hermes' Cabin as a daughter of Mnemosyne, she never once saw herself as being one of the parents of future campers. In fact, she made a mini pact to herself back then that she'd never fall charm to a god, even if they tried their hardest. And she stuck with that. Both Zeus and Eros had tried to mate with her but, in her words, 'there's something about a god that makes you know it's them.' She was successful, right up until she moved to France as an English teacher.
Whilst she loved her time there, a sense of loneliness took over her and she felt isolated. Sure, thanks to her mother, she could speak to anyone she wanted, she still never felt the sense of companionship - even after dating many. Besides, the little village of St.Lô was too small for her. Rich in history, yes, but small. That was why, when she met Alistor Crest, it seemed to good to be true. Perhaps it was her loneliness that made Victoria look past the similar aura she was feeling that she had felt with Zeus and Eros, or perhaps it was the way Alistor spoke with that familiar Long Island twang that she had grown to love. Regardless, she fell for him and the two dated. The biggest red flag Victoria missed was that she was pregnant so soon into the 'relationship.' To make things worse? Twins. She confronted Alistor the next time she saw him and he revealed himself to be Ares. Half furious at herself for breaking her small pact she had made and half mortified that she'd have to go through the whole monster attacking deal again (and worse), Victoria told him that he'd done his part and go find the next mother of his children.
Finding the small village to be somewhat tainted for her with memories of Ares, Victoria moved back to London and stayed in a small flat on the outskirts, waiting for her children to be born. Soon, in July 1996, she gave birth to two baby boys; Ryder and Warner. Not that she had an overwhelming amount, but any resentment Victoria felt towards her two sons dissipated and she was left with an overwhelming amount of love for them. In the short time she had been in London for, she got a job at a respectable private school and was able to live comfortably on the maternity leave pay. In her lack of resentment for Ares, she gave her children the last name 'Crest' before taking it as her own legally.
Growing up, the family of three were happy and close and Victoria felt truly that the only things tying them to the Greek world were their parentage and the impending monster attack. She decided, however, that as long as she was near her sons at all times during the prime attack years, they would be safe and she could train them herself on how to use the various weapons they needed. And, for the first few attacks, that proved to be the case.
The twins' first attacked happened when they were around 12 on a day where they and their mother were out in the park having a picnic. A couple of hellhounds attacked the family and, under the orders of their mother, Ryder and Warner watched and stood back as she took down the two with somewhat ease - thanks to her training. Despite their questions, Victoria refused to answer them and the three went home promptly. That night, Ares knocked on her door and offered her weapons for her sons. She nodded, thanking him, and closing the door promptly, not needing to see him that day of all days.
The twins were subjected to various attacks from similar monsters - hellhounds and fire-breathing horses mostly. Like their mother had intended, she was with them all the time and never let them fight any monster. Behind the scenes she trained them in wielding a sword and she did allude to the fact that they were different but she decided that neither would know truly what they were.
Ryder's final attack was the one that ruined his and Warner's relationship in multiple ways. In the odd time they were allowed to do something without their mother, the two went on a walk around the surrounding fields where they were attacked by harpies. The two boys did have their weapons, the one condition their mother had put in place, and they did their best to fend the two harpies off. Whilst they were successful in defeating one, the other managed to outsmart Warner and knock him to the ground before attacking Ryder. With both helpless, they were lucky to be saved by a satyr who heard the distinctive shrieks of a harpy. Though safe, a resentment developed on Ryder's side towards Warner, bitter he messed up in a way that meant he was close to death.
That night, Ryder told his mother of the day's events and decided he wanted to go to Camp to be safer. Although he had a now bitter dislike and distrust for his brother, he asked his mother what to do about leaving Warner to which she replied that she'd handle it. Content, he left in the night before Warner was aware, leaving the once one-sided dislike on Ryder's side to become mutual - both feeling betrayed by the other.
It wasn't very obvious on Warner's part, but he harbored some sort of a deep-seated resentment for Ryder over the years they grew apart - mainly because he felt that he was abandoned not just by his brother, but by his twin, his own womb mate. He continued living under their mother's tutelage, and tried his best to make light of the situation, rarely thinking about Ryder and what happened. He trained hard, wanting to prove that you don't have to "run away" to a certain Camp just to be better and to be able to kill monsters with ease.
Comfortable enough with the abilities he developed, Victoria allowed him to go to college when the time came. He was granted admission to NYU, and he left the UK to start living in the States. Camp, and by extension, Ryder, would be nearby, and that was enough to ease the doubts in Victoria's mind. With that, Warner moved into the student dorms and started a new chapter in his life as a History major in New York City.
The son of Ares established a good reputation in NYU as the years passed - known to people as a smart an studious guy, but not lacking on the social and fun department either. He joined one of the most popular frats on campus and had since been living with his brothers in their house, often at the center of all the parties and mixers and other events. He led a fun and stress-free life for about three years, and managed to slay all monsters that came his way. That is, until one night during his junior year when they were welcoming new pledges into the frat. Unbeknownst to him, four of the freshmen were untrained demigods, and the scent of all of them were overwhelming enough that it attracted a family of Cyclopes to their location. There were too many of them that Warner was not able to fight properly and was forced to flee alongside two of the other demigods. He had flashbacks of his encounter with the harpies along with Ryder, and it reminded him that Camp Half-Blood was nearby. And so, he grabbed a taxi and bolted towards Long Island Sound, making his way towards the twin brother he once loved and adored, but have since grown apart from.