Her Story Continues
Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it.Edmund Burke
Know Your Muse
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair Color: Natural brown hair. Her hair is always in a messy bun.
Facial Hair: N/A
Eyes: Big brown eyes that glow when she is reciting history
Distinguishing Features: There is a tattoo of a feather pen on the side of her rib cage that says, “History will never be forgotten”.
Parents: Zeus and Mnemosyne
Siblings: Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Moxie, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, Urania
Children: Hymenaios – God of weddings
Clio works in the history of Greece museum in the Olympus Administration Building during the day, and at night, she runs a study session for history students. At the museum, Clio is one of the archivists there. She safeguards records by creating film and digital copies, finds and acquires new materials for their archives, preserves and maintains documents and objects, and much more. During the day, people can get tours, explore the museum and attend history sessions.
Clio lives on the 34th floor in the OA. Occasionally, she will spend the nights in museums, passing out at her desk after examining new artifacts.
General Overview: Clio is normally a very happy girl who enjoys spending her time looking over history notes and spending time in her museum. She gets anxious when things go wrong, but usually has some hot chocolate to help her feel better. When interacting with her sisters, Clio is as confident as could be, but when interacting with the other gods, she will stutter and get anxious. With mortals, Clio doesn’t get nervous or excited. When they speak to her, it is usually something history related and when that happens, she recites what she knows, then goes on her way. When speaking to Clio, one will think she is an introvert, but after a while, one will see how passionate she is about history and think she is a total nerd. At work, Clio hopes to help others with remembering history so that no one repeats it.
Clio is a lovely muse who is kind to those who are kind to her. She is caring and empathetic to both mortals and immortals.
Likes: Reading, going for a walk, drinking coffee, oversized clothing, and animals
Dislikes: Cleaning dishes, large social engagements (when she is hosting a session of history she loves it though), live bugs, and loud noises
Her biggest weakness right now is confrontation, but she is working hard to stand up for herself. Clio also has issues not finishing projects.
Immortality: Clio is technically immortal. She is immune to the effects of aging, cannot die by any conventional means, and is immune to all known mortal diseases and infections.
Babble-speak: Clio can communicate in all languages and dialects. She uses this ability on a daily basis when examining new scrolls or artifacts that are in a different language.
History Muse: As the muse of history, Clio knows everything about the past. She can recite any historic battles or major event. Clio can also point out precisely where settlements were and what happened at that spot during the years.
Mortal Form: Clio has the ability to shapeshift into a mortal form. She appears as a young nerdy brunette girl which allows her to blend in with mortals on the plane. When Clio is on her own or with other immortals, she shifts back into her immortal form.
Telekinesis: Clio can move small objects (up to the size of a dresser) in visible range without physically touching them.
Precognition: Clio has limited ability to see the future. Most of the time, Clio will see future events that will become historic.
Clairvoyance: Clio is able to gain information about someone’s past by looking at them in the eye and only in the eye. If someone avoids eye contact with her, she cannot see their past.
Normal Daily Wear: During the day, Clio can be found wearing oversized knitted sweaters and black leggings. She loves wearing fall colors like yellow, orange, green, brown, and red. At work, she will dress more professionally, but still stick to comfort. For example, she will wear a nice loose-fitted shirt with a cardigan. Clio also has oversized round glasses that she wears every day.
Alternative Dress Wear: While at home, Clio will wear shorts and her one of her favorite shirts that usually includes a dragon on it.
The Endless Notebook: This notebook has scribbled information by Clio of future events she sees with her precognition. Once the event has occurred, the information in the book will erase itself so there is room for her next vision.
Master Key: The key to the library. It is used as a necklace so she will never lose it.
Historic Glasses: These glasses can show Clio history events as if she is present when it happened.
Stuffed Llama: Nothing magical about it. Clio just loves her stuffed Llama.
Clio was born into the world to be the proclaimer and the muse of history. The muses were brought to life by Zeus and Mnemosyne to celebrate the win over the Titans’ defeat. Their storytelling and dances brought happiness and joy to those who had suffered during such a horrible time. During this time, Apollo was their teacher and taught them many life lessons that Clio values to this day.
After things settled down and life moved on, Clio continued to sing and dance with her sisters. Together, they inspired the people of Greece to create their own stories, songs, and dances. On her own, Clio inspired people to make their own history and choose their own paths. She encouraged people to understand their history so they wouldn’t repeat it again.
While the other gods and goddesses took on lovers, Clio remained single and focused on protecting history, so generations could gain the knowledge their ancestors did not have access to. She did have one child at this time named Hymenaios, who she cherishes deeply.
Introduction written by Alice Pluto
Pushing my glasses from the tip of my nose to the bridge, I sigh quietly. The job-hunting had not been going very well and I was stumped on what to do next. I had already tried applying at jobs in the most exquisite museums in the world, but apparently, my knowledge of history was too “confusing” for them. How could they not know that the Greek Gods invented the idea of indoor plumbing before it became popular? Apparently, there is no evidence of this theory, but it is true! Where are they getting their history from? The ground? Old scrolls that they could barely understand?
I snort, slamming my head against the cool mahogany table. Getting a job was going to be impossible. I prefer to be alone with my books with no one except myself to bother me. The idea of Zeus doing this to us still confuses me, but I would just have to deal with it. What else was I going to do? Sit here until the boss man comes in here and yells at me for doing nothing?
Picking up the newspaper in front of me, I run over to the fireplace and toss it in the flames. I watch it burn for a while before an idea comes to me.
“What if I open my own museum?” I question myself out loud.
I stand up and run into my bedroom, flying onto the bed. I crash into my millions of pillows and giggle with excitement. Sitting up, I reach over to my side table and grab my laptop. Luckily, I am quick at typing, and soon I have at least ten tabs open with information on how to make my own museum. My endless notebook on my right has now becoming filled with notes and ideas of how the museum would work.
After all my hard work, I looked at how much it would cost to start up the museum. My heart stops and my jaw drops. The amount of money was something I definitely didn’t have in my bank account. I drum my fingers on my laptop, trying to solve my problem. How would I get all this money? Where could I get all this money? My anxiety starts to build up, and my hopes on starting my own museum starts to fade.
Then suddenly, the idea pops in my head. But would it work? My father Zeus, would he loan me the money to start this up? I mean he did tell us to go get a job, but what if I make one? My museum would be very beneficial to everyone who visits. I would teach everyone what happened in the past and how not to repeat it. Isn’t that beneficial to our survival?
After much thought, I stand up slowly from my bed. My nerves start to eat away my insides as I walk to my front door. The only way I would be able to find out if this is possible is to speak to him, and that is what I am going to do. I look back at my stuffed llama, who is staring at me from my bed.
“Wish me luck, little guy,” I say before I leave my apartment room.
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