Claiming:Camp/Dahlia Rhodes

Name: Dahlia Taryn Rhodes

Age: 18

Mortal Parent: Vincent Rhodes

God/Titan: Mnemosyne

Appearance (optional): Paisha Coffey

Personality (at least a sentence or two): I'm the most stubborn person that has or will ever exist. I don't care what other people say if I think I'm right even when I'm proven wrong. I'm not ever going to say 'you were right' but I won't ever pass up a chance to say 'I told you so'. I don't ever like to be wrong which is why I won't ever admit to it. It's become a literal physical fight just to get me to acknowledge my own incorrectness.

I'm a bratty beauty with a big sexy brain. I know a lot about a lot of different things but at the same time I knows so very little about so very much. Sometimes things escape me, it isn't that I don't remember. It's highly likely I wasn't even aware that I knew it to begin with. I despise that phenomenon of déjà vu I can often experience when in the process of something, whatever it may be. Eating, going to sleep or even lounging around doing nothing can remind me of the time I did the same thing some odd number of years ago.

History (more than a paragraph): Vincent had a full-time job that he despised. He wasn't skilled enough to be anything other than a janitor. As much as he hated his job he relied on it to survive. His meager earnings left him with the money he needed to put a roof over his head, eat and still be able to devote a few days or hours at the least to volunteering at The Word. The Word is a state of the art cultural venue brimming with experiences, activities and facilities for people of all ages. Vincent has always had a love of books and The Word holds 70,000. He didn't get involved for that reason alone. He's quite a people person and his job doesn't allow him to socialize so easily. Most people don't want to stop and talk to the person sweeping up rubbish or lugging a bin of it around with them. When he's volunteering he feels like he gets to be a regular person, the better version of himself. What he loves the most is entertaining the children on his guided tours with digital media and immersive storytelling.

Vincent Rhodes met Mnemosyne during one of his breaks while he was volunteering at The Word. After a brief chat with a beautiful woman he went back to finish his last few hours. When he greeted his last group his saw the beautiful woman standing at the back. She made him nervous but he tried not to focus on her. He gave his attention to all the small, brightly shining faces in the group. During the exhibits when the children were given free reign to explore he approached Mnemosyne and asked her out on a date. Had he been in his uniform from his other job he knows she wouldn't have given him the time day. Since he was just a kind man volunteering he took advantage of the good impression he made. Vincent and Mnemosyne dated for a time before Mnemosyne left him. He was always complacent with his life the way that it was. Surely having her in it made it better but he didn't see the use in doing more if he was happy. He settled and she wasn't going to be there to do that whether he made more of an effort in life or not.

I was born in Olympus to Vincent Rhodes and Mnemosyne. Mnemosyne came back to my dad months later with a child. A girl that he decided to name Dahlia. Memosyne allowed him the opportunity to name me before she told him everything. She dropped a real bombshell on my dad who was not all prepared for it. He lived in a crap-hole and didn't make anywhere near enough money to take care of a baby. He told Mnemosyne all of this right after she told him she was leaving forever and that I was staying with him. He protested and she left nonetheless. My dad told me he thought really hard about giving me up. Mnemosyne was smarter than he was. She knew letting him name me was going to give him the sort of attachment he couldn't break so easily. He kept me and although he wasn't a great father and he didn't give me everything. He did the best the situation we were in allowed him to. He had my grandparents since they were still alive. Even though he didn't like to rely on them when I was 9 years old they took me in temporarily when he started working odd hours to pay the bills. When it wasn't enough I was living with them more permanently while he floated around from shelter to shelter.

I had my father in my life and if anyone were ever to ask me he was the best dad a girl could have. He didn't have much, which meant I didn't either without my grandparents but I didn't care. I adored the way he sacrificed for me. I knew how powerful the gestures he was making were. How sometimes he wouldn't eat so that I could. The way he would stay awake because I was afraid to go sleep for one reason or another. Usually complaining about strange dreams or seeing things and sometimes not being able to see at all. I was guilty about his selfless act of giving up the one thing that made him happy. He stopped volunteering at The Word because he didn't have the time. When I used my powers for the first time I was able to see one of his memories of The Word. I saw my mom the very same day my dad met her. I was pissed off to learn that my dad wasn't going there anymore all because he was working all the time. I made sure that when I was with my grandparents they footed the bill for trips for me and my dad to go at least once a month.

My first monster attack happened when I was 12 and with my dad while we were inside The Word. It was a Scythian Dracanae attack, the monster had a serpent trunk and the shape of a dragon woman. My dad unintentionally intervened just by being in the way. Due to a slow reaction from me he suffered the brunt of the whip damage. I hated to see him that way but the two of us at the mercy of the Scythian Dracanae trying to get to me was the perfect distraction. My dad and I were rescued by Starla. A girl my age wielding a sword. With a little help from one another we slayed the beast. While my dad suffered from PTSD-like symptoms after the attack I trained with Starla for a while before the girl seemingly vanished without saying anything. I was at least a little prepared when I had to fight a Fire-Breathing horse. My dad had given me the gift my mother wanted me to have. He thought it was nothing more than a staff. I quickly put the weapon to use discovering that it transforms it into short swords.

After I turned 14 I was saved from a Chimera. It's the only time I can recall ever truly wanting the monster to myself. Two demigods who had done the fighting monsters thing once or twice before came to my rescue. I tried to pretend I could've handled myself but I was trying even harder to pretend I wasn't happy they found me. I had to be told what the thing that came at me was. Even after they tried to fill me in on the fact that I was like them and I wasn't just having a bad day I still didn't get it. I allowed herself to think whatever came after me only did it because they were around. I was fine with believing that until they weren't around and I was left to face a dog with two heads. I beat the thing into oblivion with a pipe I'd found in a junkyard after I remembered seeing it sticking out of a scrap heap three day prior. I finished it off with my bladed staff. I'd been in a handful of scuffles in-between my first and my last outside of camp. With a Giant Scorpion when I was 15, Telekhines at 16, Stymphalian Birds when I was 17, and Myrmekes at 18. A Spider nymph re-informed me of what those other demigods were trying to tell me years ago. My species as a demigoddess was a fact, it wasn't make believe. I didn't believe anything about my powers, gods, or monsters until I was 19 and I was led to camp where I waited nine days to be claimed.

Weapon(s) (optional): Double Bladed Staff that transforms into Short Swords