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『daughter of Iris · nineteen · 1,6m · camper · lesbian · word-gifted · telepathy』
Robin Pardoe was born to the female version of Hermes & left on Earth with a father that hardly knew
how to raise a child - but he tried his best & apparently enjoyed it, for he married some years after &
had three more children. Robin's real origin remained shrouded in mystery to her step-siblings and
step-mother, who treated her kindly, yet from a distance. While the other kids ostracised her, to fill
her lonely hours, she turned to reading & found she had a knack for writing and learning languages.
Well actually, it was the one thing she was passionate about. When her dad revealed who her mum
was, it was no surprise then, & it all clicked into place. Her dominion of logos, the creepy telepathy
episodes, the uncanny constant feeling that, wherever she went, she was always out of place. Oddly
enough, despite being a polyglot, she barely talked at home or school, so her first attempts at chatting
normally were at Camp Half-Blood. By now, she has managed to overcome her initial shyness when
talking in a group or in public, yet may still feel somewhat awkward during intense tête-à-têtes.
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『daughter of Iris · nineteen · 1,6m · camper · lesbian · word-gifted · telepathy』
Robin Pardoe was born to the female version of Hermes & left on Earth with a father that hardly knew
how to raise a child - but he tried his best & apparently enjoyed it, for he married some years after &
had three more children. Robin's real origin remained shrouded in mystery to her step-siblings and
step-mother, who treated her kindly, yet from a distance. While the other kids ostracised her, to fill
her lonely hours, she turned to reading & found she had a knack for writing and learning languages.
Well actually, it was the one thing she was passionate about. When her dad revealed who her mum
was, it was no surprise then, & it all clicked into place. Her dominion of logos, the creepy telepathy
episodes, the uncanny constant feeling that, wherever she went, she was always out of place. Oddly
enough, despite being a polyglot, she barely talked at home or school, so her first attempts at chatting
normally were at Camp Half-Blood. By now, she has managed to overcome her initial shyness when
talking in a group or in public, yet may still feel somewhat awkward during intense tête-à-têtes.
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