Dahlia Rhodes
Daughter of Mnemosyne

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Dahlia Rhodes

Dahlia Rhodes-sig
Gender Female
Species Demigoddess
Family Mnemosyne
Vincent Rhodes
Mnemosyne Cabin members
Nationality British
Relationship Status Single
Orientation Pansexual · Polyromantic
Hair color Dark Brown
Eye Color Green
Height 5' 9
Weapons Double Bladed Staff/Short Swords

I'm Dahlia Taryn Rhodes, I'm a British demigoddess. I'm a child of Mnemosyne, one of many uterine siblings.


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 know 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 need a little hint or reminder now and then to jog my memory. It's all up there it takes me a little bit to find it.

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 she did the same thing some odd number of years ago.


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 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 a single Fury was the perfect distraction. My dad and I were rescue 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 a word. 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 Hellhounds. 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 18 and I was led to camp.



  1. 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
  2. Children of Mnemosyne can launch orbs of ink which burst upon striking the target, temporarily obscuring their vision. They can only launch three orbs of ink at a time.


  1. 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.
  2. Children of Mnemosyne have the ability to revert time around them for a short duration in order to dodge an attack that was unforeseen. After doing so, this ability cannot be used for a while.


  1. Children of Mnemosyne have the ability to view the specific past of a person’s life.
  2. Children of Mnemosyne have an innate knowledge of everything ever written and only have to hear its name to remember its details.
  3. Children of Mnemosyne have an eidetic memory and can remember every detail of a previous fight with an opponent.
  4. 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.


  1. Children of Mnemosyne are able to force everyone around them within a 10-meter radius to remember and dwell on an event from their past that emulates a certain emotion from the affected. The child of Mnemosyne can choose which emotion they would like their targets to feel, be it anger, sadness, happiness, ecstasy or anything in or ecstasy. The user cannot hold the targets under their control for more than a few minutes, and the effects of the power can cause those around them to become positive and motivated from their happy memory
  2. Children of Mnemosyne can use descriptive insults used both against themselves and their opponents to gain a temporary boost in speed and strength. The longer they maintain this boost, the more energy is drained.
  3. Children of Mnemosyne can read/write wings into existence. This enables them to fly; the longer they maintain this state, the more energy it drains. They must rest between flights and cannot make long distance traveling without resting often. However the wings are vulnerable to injuries and magic; they can also be customized to the user’s preference.
  4. 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.

3 Months After Character is Made (Locked)

  1. Children of Mnemosyne can temporarily rewrite details about the battlefield they are fighting on in order to alter it and gain an advantage over their opponent. This could include things like temporarily eliminating the shadows on a battlefield if they are fighting a child of Nyx or temporarily drying up the water if they are fighting a child of Poseidon. Only one detail can be changed at a time and the change only lasts for a moderate time.

6 Months After Character is Made (Locked)

  1. Children of Mnemosyne can manifest a person or creature from any book in order to temporarily fight alongside them. The manifestation cannot be larger than 2-3 the size of the user and will dissipate after a short time. The person cannot be overly powerful and the user will have a hard time moving while the manifestation is in place.

9 Months After Character is Made (Locked)

  1. Children of Mnemosyne can morph into a state of pure imagination. This grants them flight, receive enhancement in some of their abilities (Offensive 1, Defensive 1, 3 Month and 6 Month) and invulnerability to attacks. This effect only lasts for a short time, leaving the user extremely drained and temporarily unable to move afterward.


  1. Children of Mnemosyne typically have excellent memories, unable to forget details from their past and are therefore immune to the effects of amnesia and other memory-related illnesses.
  2. Though most demigods struggle with dyslexia, children of Mnemosyne usually do so to a lesser extent because their mother is the goddess of the written word.
  3. Children of Mnemosyne can normally learn and decipher other languages incredibly easy. Ex: Hearing a woman speak Chinese would mean the user could somewhat understand even if they never heard the language before. If they then have a lengthy conversation with the woman in Chinese, they’d be considered fluent in the language afterward.
  4. Children of Mnemosyne often grow up to become great authors, English teachers, and historians.
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