Name: Viola ೃ⁀➷ Viola is a girl’s name of Latin origin, meaning “violet.”
Surname: Anderson ೃ⁀➷ Scottish and northern English: patronymic from the personal name Ander(s), a northern Middle English form of Andrew + son ‘son’.
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Age: 17 years old.
Godly Parent: Khione.
Powers: Cyrokinesis and blizzard creation.
Birthday: November 27th.
Pronouns: she/her.
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People I know:
• Lilium (he talks to plants) ⤷@liliums-valley
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Backstory:
Viola Anderson grew up in the foster care system. She was passed through homes until she was seven (7), when she was taken in by an older woman. This woman later adopted her.
She also taught Viola how to ice skate, which she still enjoys. Unfortunately, when Viola was ten (10), and away at Camp, her adoptive mother passed away suddenly. At this point she was still unclaimed, and knew that leaving Camp, she'd be passed on to other homes, like her childhood, until she eventually aged out.
Viola was also bitter her godly parent still hadn't claimed her yet. It was around this time she started showing early signs of her powers, although it was mostly just an unnaturally low body temperature.
She joined Luke and the Titan's Army after her 11th birthday. During that winter her powers advanced, although she struggled to control them.
It was also at this time the frostbite began to appear at her fingertips, although it has since spread further down her fingers.
After the Battle of Manhattan, Viola rejoined Camp, deciding it was better than the alternative option of trying to rejoin the mortal world and explain where she'd been for five years. She was claimed by Khione on her first evening back at Camp. They have a very bad relationship.
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Ooc: I'm @forever-eternally-raven and this is a rp blog for my daughter of Khione oc, Viola Anderson.
Tags:
#the real ice princess: on all posts.
#the ice answers: replying to asks.
#raven speaks: mod tag, ooc posts.
#titan army era: posts relating to her time in the titans army.
tw: depression (though not officially labeled), mentions dark thoughts
Her day was going normal, but then again, that’s how everyday starts as a demigod. She came to breakfast, went to practice, hung out with her friends, but somewhere in between, she wasn’t feeling herself.
Sure, she had a past of feeling different, like she never belonged anywhere. But when she came to CHB, she finally thought the annoying thoughts would leave her – well guess what.
Now, Aurora was sitting in a tree near the beach, watching the sun go down. In her hand laid her sketchbook and next to her, her bag, filled with coloring supplies. She was so far away in her sketch, that she didn't notice the figure standing below her.
(no pressure tags!!): @shark-are-better-than-people, @mildly-mythological, @weird-child-of-apollo7
"Hello." The daughter of Khione says. She rather enjoying her newfound skill at sneaking up on people.
She's in a zip up hoodie despite the weather, her hands buried in the pockets. "What's your name? I'm Viola Anderson." She steps closer. "You're drawing. A lot of campers here seem to be artistically inclined. I do not have those talents."
aurora glanced towards the girl. The cold basically radiated of her, it felt weird to aurora but she figured that was because she was an Apollo kid.
"Uh. Hi." She greeted Viola. "I'm Aurora." She glanced at her sketchbook and basically snapped it shut - her drawings werent typically sunshines and rainbows (ooc: she can like see the future and draws it (kinda like Rachel but a LOT less dramatic).
"Yeah," she smiled. "But maybe you got different talents!"
Viola shrugs. "I can ice skate." She looks at her feet, scuffing her shoes together awkwardly. "You're an Apollo kid, right? I'm a daughter of Khione. Sorry if I'm making you cold."
She pauses. "That's not a joke, if you were wondering. I have a naturally low body temperature."
"wait, ice skating on a like competitive or Aleksandra Troesova type of ice skating? Thats really cool." She smiled. "But dont worry about you freezing me, its all good."
"Thanks. I'd show you my cabin, but it's not exactly pleasant for guests. Although it's practical to keep you cool during a heatwave." She murmurs, thinking about the rather empty Khione cabin.
"Oh, it's fine. I don't mind the cold." She shrugs. "And the bunks are far more comfortable than the ones on the Princess Andromeda-" Biola cuts herself off too late, her eyes widening. She hates mentioning her Titan's Army days. Especially at Camp.
"well," she sighed. "I must admit i am acting calmer than I actually am. But then again, i do know how a war isnt black and white. You probably had fair reasoning for your actions."
tw: depression (though not officially labeled), mentions dark thoughts
Her day was going normal, but then again, that’s how everyday starts as a demigod. She came to breakfast, went to practice, hung out with her friends, but somewhere in between, she wasn’t feeling herself.
Sure, she had a past of feeling different, like she never belonged anywhere. But when she came to CHB, she finally thought the annoying thoughts would leave her – well guess what.
Now, Aurora was sitting in a tree near the beach, watching the sun go down. In her hand laid her sketchbook and next to her, her bag, filled with coloring supplies. She was so far away in her sketch, that she didn't notice the figure standing below her.
(no pressure tags!!): @shark-are-better-than-people, @mildly-mythological, @weird-child-of-apollo7
"Hello." The daughter of Khione says. She rather enjoying her newfound skill at sneaking up on people.
She's in a zip up hoodie despite the weather, her hands buried in the pockets. "What's your name? I'm Viola Anderson." She steps closer. "You're drawing. A lot of campers here seem to be artistically inclined. I do not have those talents."
aurora glanced towards the girl. The cold basically radiated of her, it felt weird to aurora but she figured that was because she was an Apollo kid.
"Uh. Hi." She greeted Viola. "I'm Aurora." She glanced at her sketchbook and basically snapped it shut - her drawings werent typically sunshines and rainbows (ooc: she can like see the future and draws it (kinda like Rachel but a LOT less dramatic).
"Yeah," she smiled. "But maybe you got different talents!"
Viola shrugs. "I can ice skate." She looks at her feet, scuffing her shoes together awkwardly. "You're an Apollo kid, right? I'm a daughter of Khione. Sorry if I'm making you cold."
She pauses. "That's not a joke, if you were wondering. I have a naturally low body temperature."
"wait, ice skating on a like competitive or Aleksandra Troesova type of ice skating? Thats really cool." She smiled. "But dont worry about you freezing me, its all good."
"Thanks. I'd show you my cabin, but it's not exactly pleasant for guests. Although it's practical to keep you cool during a heatwave." She murmurs, thinking about the rather empty Khione cabin.
"Oh, it's fine. I don't mind the cold." She shrugs. "And the bunks are far more comfortable than the ones on the Princess Andromeda-" Biola cuts herself off too late, her eyes widening. She hates mentioning her Titan's Army days. Especially at Camp.
"well," she sighed. "I must admit i am acting calmer than I actually am. But then again, i do know how a war isnt black and white. You probably had fair reasoning for your actions."
tw: depression (though not officially labeled), mentions dark thoughts
Her day was going normal, but then again, that’s how everyday starts as a demigod. She came to breakfast, went to practice, hung out with her friends, but somewhere in between, she wasn’t feeling herself.
Sure, she had a past of feeling different, like she never belonged anywhere. But when she came to CHB, she finally thought the annoying thoughts would leave her – well guess what.
Now, Aurora was sitting in a tree near the beach, watching the sun go down. In her hand laid her sketchbook and next to her, her bag, filled with coloring supplies. She was so far away in her sketch, that she didn't notice the figure standing below her.
(no pressure tags!!): @shark-are-better-than-people, @mildly-mythological, @weird-child-of-apollo7
"Hello." The daughter of Khione says. She rather enjoying her newfound skill at sneaking up on people.
She's in a zip up hoodie despite the weather, her hands buried in the pockets. "What's your name? I'm Viola Anderson." She steps closer. "You're drawing. A lot of campers here seem to be artistically inclined. I do not have those talents."
aurora glanced towards the girl. The cold basically radiated of her, it felt weird to aurora but she figured that was because she was an Apollo kid.
"Uh. Hi." She greeted Viola. "I'm Aurora." She glanced at her sketchbook and basically snapped it shut - her drawings werent typically sunshines and rainbows (ooc: she can like see the future and draws it (kinda like Rachel but a LOT less dramatic).
"Yeah," she smiled. "But maybe you got different talents!"
Viola shrugs. "I can ice skate." She looks at her feet, scuffing her shoes together awkwardly. "You're an Apollo kid, right? I'm a daughter of Khione. Sorry if I'm making you cold."
She pauses. "That's not a joke, if you were wondering. I have a naturally low body temperature."
"wait, ice skating on a like competitive or Aleksandra Troesova type of ice skating? Thats really cool." She smiled. "But dont worry about you freezing me, its all good."
"Thanks. I'd show you my cabin, but it's not exactly pleasant for guests. Although it's practical to keep you cool during a heatwave." She murmurs, thinking about the rather empty Khione cabin.
"Oh, it's fine. I don't mind the cold." She shrugs. "And the bunks are far more comfortable than the ones on the Princess Andromeda-" Biola cuts herself off too late, her eyes widening. She hates mentioning her Titan's Army days. Especially at Camp.
tw: depression (though not officially labeled), mentions dark thoughts
Her day was going normal, but then again, that’s how everyday starts as a demigod. She came to breakfast, went to practice, hung out with her friends, but somewhere in between, she wasn’t feeling herself.
Sure, she had a past of feeling different, like she never belonged anywhere. But when she came to CHB, she finally thought the annoying thoughts would leave her – well guess what.
Now, Aurora was sitting in a tree near the beach, watching the sun go down. In her hand laid her sketchbook and next to her, her bag, filled with coloring supplies. She was so far away in her sketch, that she didn't notice the figure standing below her.
(no pressure tags!!): @shark-are-better-than-people, @mildly-mythological, @weird-child-of-apollo7
"Hello." The daughter of Khione says. She rather enjoying her newfound skill at sneaking up on people.
She's in a zip up hoodie despite the weather, her hands buried in the pockets. "What's your name? I'm Viola Anderson." She steps closer. "You're drawing. A lot of campers here seem to be artistically inclined. I do not have those talents."
aurora glanced towards the girl. The cold basically radiated of her, it felt weird to aurora but she figured that was because she was an Apollo kid.
"Uh. Hi." She greeted Viola. "I'm Aurora." She glanced at her sketchbook and basically snapped it shut - her drawings werent typically sunshines and rainbows (ooc: she can like see the future and draws it (kinda like Rachel but a LOT less dramatic).
"Yeah," she smiled. "But maybe you got different talents!"
Viola shrugs. "I can ice skate." She looks at her feet, scuffing her shoes together awkwardly. "You're an Apollo kid, right? I'm a daughter of Khione. Sorry if I'm making you cold."
She pauses. "That's not a joke, if you were wondering. I have a naturally low body temperature."
"wait, ice skating on a like competitive or Aleksandra Troesova type of ice skating? Thats really cool." She smiled. "But dont worry about you freezing me, its all good."
"Thanks. I'd show you my cabin, but it's not exactly pleasant for guests. Although it's practical to keep you cool during a heatwave." She murmurs, thinking about the rather empty Khione cabin.
"Oh, it's fine. I don't mind the cold." She shrugs. "And the bunks are far more comfortable than the ones on the Princess Andromeda-" Biola cuts herself off too late, her eyes widening. She hates mentioning her Titan's Army days. Especially at Camp.
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
“I don’t get anything outta telling people your business. Besides that’s like, a breach of privacy. Too much paperwork, too much drama,” she shrugged casually.
“As for judging you, I don’t really care,” they stated bluntly, probably the first time they sounded serious this whole conversation.
“What you’ve been through isn’t my business. You came here for answers, not judgment. So whatever we see today is between you, me, and my daily logs.”
"That's a through collection. Must be hard to find specific information in them, though." Viola says, lookingat the journals. She's impressed. Nit that she'll admit she's impressed.
tw: depression (though not officially labeled), mentions dark thoughts
Her day was going normal, but then again, that’s how everyday starts as a demigod. She came to breakfast, went to practice, hung out with her friends, but somewhere in between, she wasn’t feeling herself.
Sure, she had a past of feeling different, like she never belonged anywhere. But when she came to CHB, she finally thought the annoying thoughts would leave her – well guess what.
Now, Aurora was sitting in a tree near the beach, watching the sun go down. In her hand laid her sketchbook and next to her, her bag, filled with coloring supplies. She was so far away in her sketch, that she didn't notice the figure standing below her.
(no pressure tags!!): @shark-are-better-than-people, @mildly-mythological, @weird-child-of-apollo7
"Hello." The daughter of Khione says. She rather enjoying her newfound skill at sneaking up on people.
She's in a zip up hoodie despite the weather, her hands buried in the pockets. "What's your name? I'm Viola Anderson." She steps closer. "You're drawing. A lot of campers here seem to be artistically inclined. I do not have those talents."
aurora glanced towards the girl. The cold basically radiated of her, it felt weird to aurora but she figured that was because she was an Apollo kid.
"Uh. Hi." She greeted Viola. "I'm Aurora." She glanced at her sketchbook and basically snapped it shut - her drawings werent typically sunshines and rainbows (ooc: she can like see the future and draws it (kinda like Rachel but a LOT less dramatic).
"Yeah," she smiled. "But maybe you got different talents!"
Viola shrugs. "I can ice skate." She looks at her feet, scuffing her shoes together awkwardly. "You're an Apollo kid, right? I'm a daughter of Khione. Sorry if I'm making you cold."
She pauses. "That's not a joke, if you were wondering. I have a naturally low body temperature."
"wait, ice skating on a like competitive or Aleksandra Troesova type of ice skating? Thats really cool." She smiled. "But dont worry about you freezing me, its all good."
"Thanks. I'd show you my cabin, but it's not exactly pleasant for guests. Although it's practical to keep you cool during a heatwave." She murmurs, thinking about the rather empty Khione cabin.
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
“I don’t get anything outta telling people your business. Besides that’s like, a breach of privacy. Too much paperwork, too much drama,” she shrugged casually.
“As for judging you, I don’t really care,” they stated bluntly, probably the first time they sounded serious this whole conversation.
“What you’ve been through isn’t my business. You came here for answers, not judgment. So whatever we see today is between you, me, and my daily logs.”
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
tw: depression (though not officially labeled), mentions dark thoughts
Her day was going normal, but then again, that’s how everyday starts as a demigod. She came to breakfast, went to practice, hung out with her friends, but somewhere in between, she wasn’t feeling herself.
Sure, she had a past of feeling different, like she never belonged anywhere. But when she came to CHB, she finally thought the annoying thoughts would leave her – well guess what.
Now, Aurora was sitting in a tree near the beach, watching the sun go down. In her hand laid her sketchbook and next to her, her bag, filled with coloring supplies. She was so far away in her sketch, that she didn't notice the figure standing below her.
(no pressure tags!!): @shark-are-better-than-people, @mildly-mythological, @weird-child-of-apollo7
"Hello." The daughter of Khione says. She rather enjoying her newfound skill at sneaking up on people.
She's in a zip up hoodie despite the weather, her hands buried in the pockets. "What's your name? I'm Viola Anderson." She steps closer. "You're drawing. A lot of campers here seem to be artistically inclined. I do not have those talents."
aurora glanced towards the girl. The cold basically radiated of her, it felt weird to aurora but she figured that was because she was an Apollo kid.
"Uh. Hi." She greeted Viola. "I'm Aurora." She glanced at her sketchbook and basically snapped it shut - her drawings werent typically sunshines and rainbows (ooc: she can like see the future and draws it (kinda like Rachel but a LOT less dramatic).
"Yeah," she smiled. "But maybe you got different talents!"
Viola shrugs. "I can ice skate." She looks at her feet, scuffing her shoes together awkwardly. "You're an Apollo kid, right? I'm a daughter of Khione. Sorry if I'm making you cold."
She pauses. "That's not a joke, if you were wondering. I have a naturally low body temperature."
"wait, ice skating on a like competitive or Aleksandra Troesova type of ice skating? Thats really cool." She smiled. "But dont worry about you freezing me, its all good."
tw: depression (though not officially labeled), mentions dark thoughts
Her day was going normal, but then again, that’s how everyday starts as a demigod. She came to breakfast, went to practice, hung out with her friends, but somewhere in between, she wasn’t feeling herself.
Sure, she had a past of feeling different, like she never belonged anywhere. But when she came to CHB, she finally thought the annoying thoughts would leave her – well guess what.
Now, Aurora was sitting in a tree near the beach, watching the sun go down. In her hand laid her sketchbook and next to her, her bag, filled with coloring supplies. She was so far away in her sketch, that she didn't notice the figure standing below her.
(no pressure tags!!): @shark-are-better-than-people, @mildly-mythological, @weird-child-of-apollo7
"Hello." The daughter of Khione says. She rather enjoying her newfound skill at sneaking up on people.
She's in a zip up hoodie despite the weather, her hands buried in the pockets. "What's your name? I'm Viola Anderson." She steps closer. "You're drawing. A lot of campers here seem to be artistically inclined. I do not have those talents."
aurora glanced towards the girl. The cold basically radiated of her, it felt weird to aurora but she figured that was because she was an Apollo kid.
"Uh. Hi." She greeted Viola. "I'm Aurora." She glanced at her sketchbook and basically snapped it shut - her drawings werent typically sunshines and rainbows (ooc: she can like see the future and draws it (kinda like Rachel but a LOT less dramatic).
"Yeah," she smiled. "But maybe you got different talents!"
Viola shrugs. "I can ice skate." She looks at her feet, scuffing her shoes together awkwardly. "You're an Apollo kid, right? I'm a daughter of Khione. Sorry if I'm making you cold."
She pauses. "That's not a joke, if you were wondering. I have a naturally low body temperature."
"wait, ice skating on a like competitive or Aleksandra Troesova type of ice skating? Thats really cool." She smiled. "But dont worry about you freezing me, its all good."
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
tw: depression (though not officially labeled), mentions dark thoughts
Her day was going normal, but then again, that’s how everyday starts as a demigod. She came to breakfast, went to practice, hung out with her friends, but somewhere in between, she wasn’t feeling herself.
Sure, she had a past of feeling different, like she never belonged anywhere. But when she came to CHB, she finally thought the annoying thoughts would leave her – well guess what.
Now, Aurora was sitting in a tree near the beach, watching the sun go down. In her hand laid her sketchbook and next to her, her bag, filled with coloring supplies. She was so far away in her sketch, that she didn't notice the figure standing below her.
(no pressure tags!!): @shark-are-better-than-people, @mildly-mythological, @weird-child-of-apollo7
"Hello." The daughter of Khione says. She rather enjoying her newfound skill at sneaking up on people.
She's in a zip up hoodie despite the weather, her hands buried in the pockets. "What's your name? I'm Viola Anderson." She steps closer. "You're drawing. A lot of campers here seem to be artistically inclined. I do not have those talents."
aurora glanced towards the girl. The cold basically radiated of her, it felt weird to aurora but she figured that was because she was an Apollo kid.
"Uh. Hi." She greeted Viola. "I'm Aurora." She glanced at her sketchbook and basically snapped it shut - her drawings werent typically sunshines and rainbows (ooc: she can like see the future and draws it (kinda like Rachel but a LOT less dramatic).
"Yeah," she smiled. "But maybe you got different talents!"
Viola shrugs. "I can ice skate." She looks at her feet, scuffing her shoes together awkwardly. "You're an Apollo kid, right? I'm a daughter of Khione. Sorry if I'm making you cold."
She pauses. "That's not a joke, if you were wondering. I have a naturally low body temperature."
"wait, ice skating on a like competitive or Aleksandra Troesova type of ice skating? Thats really cool." She smiled. "But dont worry about you freezing me, its all good."
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
tw: depression (though not officially labeled), mentions dark thoughts
Her day was going normal, but then again, that’s how everyday starts as a demigod. She came to breakfast, went to practice, hung out with her friends, but somewhere in between, she wasn’t feeling herself.
Sure, she had a past of feeling different, like she never belonged anywhere. But when she came to CHB, she finally thought the annoying thoughts would leave her – well guess what.
Now, Aurora was sitting in a tree near the beach, watching the sun go down. In her hand laid her sketchbook and next to her, her bag, filled with coloring supplies. She was so far away in her sketch, that she didn't notice the figure standing below her.
(no pressure tags!!): @shark-are-better-than-people, @mildly-mythological, @weird-child-of-apollo7
"Hello." The daughter of Khione says. She rather enjoying her newfound skill at sneaking up on people.
She's in a zip up hoodie despite the weather, her hands buried in the pockets. "What's your name? I'm Viola Anderson." She steps closer. "You're drawing. A lot of campers here seem to be artistically inclined. I do not have those talents."
aurora glanced towards the girl. The cold basically radiated of her, it felt weird to aurora but she figured that was because she was an Apollo kid.
"Uh. Hi." She greeted Viola. "I'm Aurora." She glanced at her sketchbook and basically snapped it shut - her drawings werent typically sunshines and rainbows (ooc: she can like see the future and draws it (kinda like Rachel but a LOT less dramatic).
"Yeah," she smiled. "But maybe you got different talents!"
Viola shrugs. "I can ice skate." She looks at her feet, scuffing her shoes together awkwardly. "You're an Apollo kid, right? I'm a daughter of Khione. Sorry if I'm making you cold."
She pauses. "That's not a joke, if you were wondering. I have a naturally low body temperature."
"wait, ice skating on a like competitive or Aleksandra Troesova type of ice skating? Thats really cool." She smiled. "But dont worry about you freezing me, its all good."
