Olivia Emma Robynson
Shipwrecked in a sea of faces
There's a dreamy world up there
Name: Olivia Emma Robynson
Nicknames: Liv, Livvie,.
Birthdate: 08th April 1994.
Dear friends in higher places
Carry me away from here
A colour that can’t seem to decide between green and brown, they seem to alternate and change in different lighting.Hair:
A bright orange colour, it sometimes has natural brown, blonde and red streaks. She dyes it red or blonde sometimes, and once for a dare dyed it bright pink.Body:
Sun kissed skin with a few freckles spread across her nose and cheeks. The girl is slim, but not size 0 skinny.Height:
5 foot 4.5 inches.Weight:
Pass. I’m English, I can’t measure in lbs. Distinguishing Features:
Two tattoos. A heart on her right wrist and a larg(ish) cross above her right knee. Attire:
Normally the girl wears skinny jeans and whatever top she grabs first while she is still half asleep. Whenever she goes running she will change the jeans for a pair or leggings or shorts. It is a rare occasion that she wears dresses, but she does wear them sometimes. Overall: Olivia has a soft elven features, a small thin nose dotted with freckles and an easy smile. She is usually seen with sun kissed skin due to spending a lot of time outdoors. Due to clumsiness the girl is usually seen with at least a few bruises across her skin, normally accompanied by a cut or two. Her flame-like hair is normally straightened, but on some occasions she curls it slightly and it is usually no longer than her shoulders.
She pretty much lives in skinny jeans and whatever top she grabs out of her wardrobe when she is half asleep in the mornings, only changing into shorts or leggings to go running in. However on special occasions and when forced the teenager will wear a dress.
Olivia has two tattoos. A small black outline of a heart on her wrist and a larger cross just above her right knee. Both of these were received by a family friend and both of these were against her father’s wishes and after an argument about how she only has one body and by doing stuff like that it will be ruined.
Travel light, let the sun eclipse you
Cause your flight is about to leave
Likes: Peace and quiet, running, music, her keyboard, she appreciates a cute/ good looking guy, nature, swimming, reading, the sun and warmth, chocolate
Dislikes: Her Synesthesia, Feeling caged, cold and snow, people judging her, her general clumsiness, those super girly girls, gravity, rules
Talents/Skills: Liv has Synesthesia, she sees numbers as colours, see sounds and can sometimes taste words. Due to this she likes to sit in a dark room and play her keyboard. At first this skill started as just fun, she would get a thrill from it but now she’s really good at it. She is also a pretty fast runner, and generally sporty though her clumsiness affects this.
Liv is generally a sporty kind of girl. She is soft and loves nature and warmth. She hates feeling trapped and caged and so small rooms and places filled with people, and being in any of these situations will cause her to have a panic attack and in some cases black out, this is because she has Synesthesia but rarely trusts people enough outside of camp to tell them. It is her fatal flaw, even if it is something she can’t help.
When she feels trapped or scared or uncomfortable Olivia tends to run away, and keep on running until she can’t run anymore. Though she should really wear shoes for this, a lot of the time she will take them off and run barefoot. Her feet pounding on the warm earth relaxes her, as does the feeling of her toes curling up in the cold grass or dipping her feet into the cold stream that runs through the forest. Of course in colder months she will wear her shoes (though it is still rather reluctantly).
Olivia also tends to fall a lot. Either gravity doesn’t like her or it likes her way too much, because she seems to spend more and more time face planting into the ground. This has resulted in a few broken bones and stitches on more than one occasion, though thankfully no visible scars were left. She likes to joke she is skilled because she can fall up the stairs and over flat surfaces.
Livvie smiles a lot, and has quite a happy personality that can also seem childish at times. She also rambles a lot, babbling on without taking a breath so the words sound like a jumble and you have to pause for a moment and try and think about and figure out what she said before you respond.
When around people she can be shy and quiet at first, normally resisting the urge to run away and avoid the awkward conversation that she seems to be condemmed to. But after a while she will warm up to people and speak a lot more confidently.
And there's more to this brave adventure
Than you'd ever believe
Eliza Robynson, Mother, deceased, died at age 32 and Ian Robynson, Stepfather, 41, living.
Other Relatives: None.
Olivia Robynson was born into an odd family. Olivia had being the first with Synesthesia in a little over a hundred years in her family. Her grandmother had schizophrenia before her death. Her grandfather was an Artist. Her (step) father a politician, her uncle a singer in some band. Her mother was a Scientist. Nobody was alike and that seemed to fit fine.
Eliza Robynson liked to experiment with chemicals. And sometimes these experiments worked wonderfully, but others they turned to disaster. On one summers day when Olivia was ten Eliza had been experimenting again and it all went wrong. One minute she was in her lab alive, on her phone chatting and attempting to mix extremely volatile chemicals and the next she was lying on the grass outside the lab dead, the lab demolished.
Livvie took a long time to get over her mother’s death, her stepfather (who had practically raised her since birth) adopted her and looked after her. Her real father had never been in the picture and nobody knew how to contact him and tell him that he was supposed to be the girls new carer so they had left her with Ian.
Olivia was six years old when she discovered her perceptions of things were different to normal peoples. She and her mother were in the kitchen washing up and as she did so she hit two spoons together. Luminous stars flashed from it and giggling the girl did it again, more and more stars filling the bubbly air. Eliza asked what she was laughing at and Liv tried to point out the stars. But Eliza couldn’t see them. Her look of bewilderment quickly turned to shock and then she got a studious kind of look on her face as she figured out what was happening. Olivia was never told what it was though.
When she was eight years old there was a thunderstorm while she was at school. It started with a loud clap of thunder that sent pillars of rust and ochre looming across her vision. And when the noise faded so did the colours and shapes with it. But the peace didn’t last long, and she had barely calmed herself when the flash of lightning seared her vision and stinging her tongue with the taste of pepper. And after that the clouds opened, sending rain spiralling to earth and battering the windows. Her already sensitive ears were assaulted with a bruising force and she cowered in her seat, shaking. It didn’t take long for someone to notice something was wrong with her, and to get a teacher. The teacher came over and tried to talk to her but Olivia couldn’t respond. The noises and sights and tastes assaulting her senses wouldn’t allow her to pay attention to anything other than the storm. And when the next lot of thunder came and lightning flashed the girl, unable to take it anymore, jumped up, throwing her chair back in the process and tried to flee the classroom. The teacher caught her arm though, and screamed and shouted at the panicking girl and eventually hit her, trying to knock some sense back into her.
Though the teacher was fired Liv learnt to not talk about the way playing the keyboard sent of fireworks, or how circles tasted better than rectangles. She realised that while it seemed incredible to her it frightened other people. So she hid the alien sensations, kept them to herself, hidden away from the people that could hurt her. She made a few mistakes at first but by the time she was nine she had learnt what was normal and what wasn’t.
And then when the girl turned seventeen all hell went loose. The most popular girl in the school had disappeared and somehow Olivia got the blame for it. It may be due to the fact that she was the last to see Allison, or just the fact that the two girls had never really gotten on. And somehow in it all Olivia got dumped in a mental hospital and was eventually diagnosed with Synesthesia. But she got released and then, just after her first day back at school, Allison had gone.
Allison had blonde hair that flowed like honey and eyes as blue as music. She was bright and beautiful. Other students’ parents adored her, teachers praised her and her schoolmates admired her. She was charming and witty and her quick mind always impressed. Everyone that knew her wanted to be her, everyone but Olivia anyways. And one day after school they got into a fight. And somehow Allison disappeared and Olivia had her blood and dust all over her hands.
But one thing Olivia knew is that she didn’t kill the girl. Not like everyone thought she had. They had been fighting and Ali had turned into something else and then… And then somehow she had turned to a weird dust. The sound of her last scream made Liv black out and when she woke up once more she was lying just in the border of camp all alone.
Awake the stars cause they're all around you
Things are looking up
Like always the beginning of the day was slow and cold. Abigail slipped out of the cabin she had broken into the night before (one of the new ones that was getting built to accommodate the minor gods kids) and walked into the Hermes cabin. Her nightmares were getting better. She barely woke up screaming in the middle of the night anymore, and the bags under her eyes were quickly leaving. For the past few days she had been doing everything possible to tire herself out, mostly running. And when she wasn’t running she was watching someone from a distance. Not like stalking, merely watching. And waiting.
She still hadn’t managed to talk to Thomas since she had ditched him in the mess hall the other day. She could easily have pinned what he was feeling for her on some cruel joke by an Aphrodite or Eros kid, but it didn’t explain her feelings for him. And so she had watched him settle into camp without speaking to him again. She had stayed at a distance the whole time, and if he had ever spotted her watching she would always go on her way like she was only passing through the area she was in. She would win no medal for her acting skills though.
But she needed to speak to the boy again, to apologise for how she had reacted and try to explain. And so, after quickly showering and pulling on a clean pair of skinny jeans and an Aerosmith ‘Walk this way’ t-shirt, she scrawled a note on a creased piece of paper and dropped it with his belongings where he would find it.
The note she had written read:
And after dropping it she left the cabin, grabbed her sword and dagger from the Armoury (as a Just in caser), headed into the woods, and just ran.
The girl ran until she reached the fist, and then she sat and relaxed, waiting and cooling down. Her eyes were closed and anyone walking by could easily have assumed she had fallen asleep. Her sword was tight in her grip, the dagger strapped to her thigh. Any monster that tried to attack her would be in for a surprise, but none came.
And as soon as she heard Thomas get there she began to speak, opening her eyes and standing up. “I wasn’t supposed to go out, the day my parents were murdered I mean. You could say I was grounded. The monster attacks had been getting worse. They were more frequent. I didn’t know what I was then. I didn’t know anything about demigods. I remember my mum used to always say stuff, weird things. And she’d make me repeat them until they stuck in my head. I can’t remember them now. I tried to forget after they died. I went out anyways, my ego was massive and who was I to be told what to do when it was my life and my body at stake. So I went out anyways…”
Abigail paused and gave a small bitter laugh. Her eyes were dry, she would not cry when saying what she was saying. She wouldn’t allow herself to be weak like that anymore. She couldn’t. She had to move on.“I thought the world revolved around me. I was a bit of a bitch. It was my best friend’s birthday… I snuck out of my bedroom window. There was a ledge underneath it. The chairs for barbecues and stuff were stacked just next to it, then the table under that. My parents had, without even realising it, given me an escape route.
“My friend, Frankie, borrowed her parents’ car. She hadn’t passed her driving test, but her parents were the sort that didn’t really give a damn about her and about anything. So we went. We met up with a few other people and went to see We Will Rock You in the theatre. And when it was over we headed home. We took a shortcut…and I saw the car. I made Frankie pull over and I followed the tracks… And there they were, mutilated beyond imagination…”
The girls voice was strained as she said the last bit. But she had to get it all out before she got to the point of what she was saying. She was scared of her feelings, scared of what she was about to say and do. She was afraid to move on.“Anyways,”
She took a deep breath before rushing on. “What I’m trying to get at is... no regrets. And if I let a chance go by me I’m going to regret it. And so… I don’t think it was a prank the Aphrodite or Eros kids were playing the other day when we met. I just didn’t understand. I was scared to move on. I don’t know what it is about you, but I could feel myself falling and it scared me. I don’t even know you. And I didn’t think I could feel it again, the whole falling for someone thing? I never thought that I would feel that again after Andrew. And then you come along and everything changes. And gods did that scare me. And look at me babbling like this. I have no idea what I’m saying or doing. I guess I wanted to apologise for ditching you like I did. It was cruel. I wasn’t thinking though. I was shocked about what you had said. I don’t know me and you don’t know me, yet you somehow care for me and I for you. I somehow find myself drawn to you. And where does that leave us, because I’m stood here in the middle of the woods under Zeus’ fist, confessing my feelings for someone who may or may not actually feel the same. And I’m never going to live this down…”
She trailed off into silence, chewing her bottom lip as she waited for his reaction.
He could flee like she had if he wished. Her heart couldn’t possibly break if it wasn’t even whole to start with, right? Sure it would hurt a little if he rejected her, but she had probably hurt him more the other day. And if he stayed… she didn’t dare think, or get her hopes up about what would happen if he stayed. All she knew was that she was finally moving on and if he didn’t want her then she was sure someone around camp eventually would. She would move on one day, hopefully today would be that day.[/I]