I have no memory of my childhood; in fact, I am not entirely sure how old I am to be honest. Why you ask? Because all I know is the date, I was found. In 1993, a flight attendant on a full aeroplane headed from America to England found me. The only problem was, there was no record of any children being on this flight, and all the seats were full and accounted for. All I had on me was my clothes and a pendant. The flight attendant took me up with them, where there was an empty flight attendant seat. The way I was able to talk and communicate with them, they guessed my age to be about six, but other than that, I had no memories of parents, or how I came to be on that plane. I was a child without a past, a child however, who knew far more than most six-year-old children do.
Once the plane touched down, I was taken into the custody of the government, as they investigated how and why I ended up on that plane, they interviewed the staff in New York where the plane took off from, they interviewed the flight staff and all the passengers, and not a single person could explain my presence. They even looked over the video footage of all passengers boarding the plane in New York, and I was not on the footage. It was literally as if I just appeared on the plane after it took off. Because no one stepped forward to claim me, and there was no way to find out if I was American or British, I was given citizenship in both countries. I was sent to an orphanage in London, until a proper foster home could be found for me.
Eventually a nice family adopted me. They travelled a lot as the father was a British businessperson, and the mother was an American doctor who worked with Doctors Without Borders. When I neared what everyone assumed was my 10th birthday, I was given a new book, by my mother, Alice and Wonderland. As I began to read, I was overcome with the desire to read the words aloud, and before anyone in our town house in New York City could react, the white rabbit from the book was standing in our living room along with the red queen. My parents were in an uproar, the red queen was barking orders at my father, and yelling off with his head. Then apparently, the use of my powers attracted a harpy close by, which only served to cause even more chaos when I spoke to life a bronze spear, purely on instinct and slayed the harpy. My parents were furious, and in their ignorance yelled and blamed everything on me, I ran from their house in tears.
As I was not far from camp when this happened, a satyr found me, and brought me to camp, where I stayed in Hermes' Cabin, and for years remained unclaimed as each, even after the gods themselves promised to leave no child unclaimed, I remained. Each year I grew bitterer. The camp director spoke with me and felt I must be a child of Mnemosyne, based on my abilities, but if I was, she never made a move to claim me. While out on a quest that took us by Vegas, I final decided I had enough, and voluntarily fled inside the lotus casino, not wanting to get stuck themselves, the other questers left me. After a few years a satyr found me, he wanted to take me to camp, but I refused to go back. I travelled with him and another demigod he was taking to camp as far as Virginia, when we ran into some member of the Broken Covenant. Upon hearing what they stood for I was intrigued. Anton was one of the members there, and told me of the Broken Covenant and his faction Veritum Unitum, so I told him my story, or what I knew of it. He told me that his faction would be perfect for me, so I took up arms with them. For the first time in my entire life, I finally felt I was somewhere I fit in.
Children of Mnemosyne have the ability to write/read weapons out of pure energy which can be used for combat; however, only one weapon can be conjured at a time and it cannot be bigger than the one who conjured it. They can also write/read other objects that are for non-combative purposes
Children of Mnemosyne have the ability to write/read a shield of pure energy, roughly two to three times the size of the user, which will blunt most attacks but slow the movement of the conjurer.
Children of Mnemosyne have the ability to revert time around them for a short duration in order to dodge an attack that was unforeseen.
Children of Mnemosyne can cause someone to temporarily forget what they were doing so that they don't attack, the effects only last a few seconds to a few minutes at most
Children of Mnemosyne can see a few seconds into the future; allowing them to possibly predict the actions of others, but also obscuring their sight at times.
Children of Mnemosyne have the ability to view the specific past of a person’s life.
Children of Mnemosyne can cause a person or a group of people to speak in different languages so that no one understands what eachother is saying, the effects only last a short time.
Children of Mnemosyne have the ability to travel back and forth in time, but they are unable to interact with or change past events they are only able to see the events play out. When they go forward in time they only see “possible” futures, that does not mean those future events will come to pass.
Children of Mnemosyne have the ability to write/read a miniature version of a monster into existence which will fight along side them for a short time; the monster is much weaker than its real counterpart would be.
Children of Mnemosyne have the ability to take control over another person by writing in their journals and in doing so, they gain temporarily control over their body and can cause them to attack others nearby, however, the person being controlled has the ability to resist if they are forced to attack themselves, for a very short time; the child of Mnemosyne is then extremely drained of energy and will not be able to fight or even move for a moderate time.
Children of Mnemosyne have excellent memories.
Though most demigods struggle with dyslexia, children of Mnemosyne usually do so at a lesser extent because their mother is goddess of the written word.
Children of Mnemosyne often find it easy to learn other languages, as their mother is the goddess of language.
Chldren of Mnemosyne often make great writers.
General & Misc Info
There was a goblin, or a trickster, or a warrior... A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world.
She isn't shy, but she is reserved at times. She prefers quiet over loud noises and crowds. It bothers her that she doesn't remember where she came from and has no idea how old she really is. Despite being in the BC, she is not generally someone who prefers war over working things out, but sees no other way to get the gods to listen to their pleas.
I took little part in the attack on Camp Half-Blood, I was on other duties that day. I hope to go on a mission soon, I've been having dreams, they seem to be calling me to Texas, but I have no idea why. I have met someone recently, Rolland, he really makes me happy.
Why? It's all the eyes say: "Why?" I can feel them — as they work each day knowing the time was coming for them to be thrown away again — not again — please. And then they are destroyed, and they feel death and all they can say is "why?"
Occupation & Self-Perception
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Things to Change About Self
Well, I was on my way to this gay gypsy Bar Mitzvah for the disabled, when I suddenly thought, "Gosh, the Third Reich's a bit rubbish. I think I'll kill the Führer." Who's with me?
Basically, she'll go on a mission to Texas, and find out the truth, that David Koresh is her real father and the reason her mother never claimed her is because awful things happened and the memories are locked away