Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
GHF is the product of the mind of Addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian. this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by Haya to fit the site's concept and needs. most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds. all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners. if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
“Just like old times…” Feix thought to himself as his feet pounded along the side of the hill. Of course it wasn’t. This was California- not New York…this was Camp Jupiter- not Camp Half Blood. Even the trees looked different as he thundered past them.
But that didn’t matter to the son of Apollo. He was doing something he loved doing. Ever since he was little he had enjoyed Cross-Country running events and the Orienteering events he got involved with when he was a little older. Did seem that long ago, he was scurrying around simple laid out tracks, all over in mud and wet all the way through. Of course, there was always hot chocolate waiting for him at the end.
Now days, it was mostly a old of ice cold water.
Once he had finished lunch that day, Felix went back to his barracks and changed into his running gear. His cross-country running shoes showed signs of much use, especially the splatters of mud that marked it. Not that it mattered to Felix- even though he had scrubbed them heaps of times, he saw the mud stains as badges of honor. His t-shirt for his cross-country runs was one he had for a couple of years. It was in Camp Half Blood colors and expressed his own sense of humor. Like his shoes it was showing the signs of ages and use. Same could be said for his running shorts. They were well worn and beat up from all the bushes he had run through and the scraps from where he had fallen over on his runs.
After a long stretch session, Felix would be off on his run at a steady trot. Moderating the pace of his breathing, he pushed himself over the terrain he had chosen to run over, urging his protesting muscles all over his body to keep going. Truth be told, Felix liked to push is limits, not only physically, but spiritually. It wasn’t easy to keep oneself going, when your muscles wanted to quite. Each hilltop, he mounted and each valley he powered himself out of, only encouraged him to keeping going.
Some of the kids in camp though he was weird for pushing himself on such strenuous runs. Others (as far as he was concerned) were just jealous of his ability to do something they couldn’t- after all, who else was out there doing what he was doing.
Felix would be the first to wish he had someone who he could go for runs like this, but then again, maybe this was just ‘his thing’ as it were.
The son of Aphrodite looked like he was just wandering aimlessly in the woods, but in truth he was actually sneakily doing a reconnaissance mission. Before he could contact his chef or butler or whoever was going to be the one appointed to run this particular errand, he needed to make sure everything was going to run smoothly. This might be the only chance he could get to sneak his green shake into Camp, and he was going to take full advantage of it. This was hardly the first time Kian was going to sneak something anywhere, and while Camp Jupiter was significantly more difficult to break into - or break out of - Kian liked to think he had the brains to be able to pull this off. He wasn't just a pretty face, after all; he was danged smart too, he just preferred not to show that too much. People might think he was perfect, and then where he would be? He'd get more stones and insults thrown his way if that was the case.
And so Kian fixed what he called his puppy dog look on his face as he meandered between tree trunks. It was that innocent, 'I'm just happy to be here' kind of look, and it was this expression that often allowed him to get away with metaphorical murder. Combined with his gleaming skin and bright blonde hair, and he looked like the human version of a golden retriever. Not that he'd be caught with his tongue lolling out as he frolicked, though; Kian was many things, but gross and uncultured was not in that list.
A hand went through his hair as he pondered a possible route. Of course, it would be easiest and fastest to just wait at the tunnel, get the goods there, and just make a beeline straight for the Greek cohort barracks. But if he were caught by a guard patrol - and Camp Jupiter was freakishly robotic about that, especially at night - he would have no good enough reason to be out and about, particularly considering he was Greek. It was as though his suspicion level doubled purely because of his heritage, and Kian was miffed about that fact. If he was going to be considered untrustworthy, he wished it was because he'd actually done something to deserve it, like hold an illegal rave on the beach or sleep with a counsellor's girlfriend - both of which he'd actually done back in their old camp.
So engrossed in his planning was Kian that he heard too late the sound of running footsteps, and instead of getting out of the way, the son of Aphrodite found himself accidentally stepping around the corner of a tree and directly onto the path of a careening demigod. With no warning and plenty of badly-accented French swear words, Kian hit the ground, his elbow taking the brunt of his fall. It sent tingly shockwaves up his arm, and he groaned, not bothering to get up from the forest floor. This was his home now. As he rolled around groaning at the pain, Kian opened one eye to stare up at his attacker. "Felix!" he berated, although there was no real anger in his voice as soon as he recognised the other Greek demigod. "By the gods, you're a son of Apollo, not Hermes! Why on earth are you running around like that?"
Forest trees on one side of him cast shadows on the path he was running on, shielding Felix from the hottest part of the sun that day. He knew that once back at the Greek cohort barracks, there would be a pitcher of cool water for him to quench his inevitable thirst. Not that he was thirsty right now- but soon he would be. Until then he would push himself onward, up to the point where he could not go any further.
Since arriving at Camp Jupiter he had often found reason to push himself beyond his comfort zone- willingly and unwillingly. Being in a new environment, he liked exploring the limits of the place- physical and emotionally.
Going for the long runs like he was doing today, was one of the way that he did so. As for the 'unwilling' part...well, sometimes the Roman kids could really be a little pushy. Certainly, they had pushed his tolerance. Felix knew that this was their place and he and the other Greek kids were 'guests', therefore it behooved him and the others to 'make nice' with them. Inevitably there had been a few times when the Roman kids had pushed him in sparring situations. Getting battered around the head with a wooden sword by a Ares kid was one thing- getting battered by a supposedly mellow Bacchus kid was another thing. A few of the sons of Mars were sore at him when he owned them in unarmed sparring sessions- not his fault the Romans hadn't developed their own martial arts system.
That was another reason he went for these runs- to get away from the drama between the two different tribes of demigods. Maybe he was imagining it- but he had a feeling there was a major showdown brewing between the Roman and Greek kids, What made it worse was that the Greek kids expected him to jump in with them if a punch-up kicked off.
Fat chance! What they didn't realize was that when said punch up ended, it Felix and every other Apollo kid (Roman and Greek) that had to fix people up (*sighs*).
Pounding his way up over some raised ground, the LAST thing he expected was to encounter someone else out there. That was a stupid thing to do really, from his pint of view. Most kids back at Camp half Blood used to carry a weapon them when they were out and about- one never knew when a monster was going to jump out of tree, leap out of a hole or arrive in a taxi. As it were, Felix was pretty much unarmed at that moment.
Out of nowhere someone stepped out of the trees, so quickly that Felix had no time to stop, swerve or jump out of the way. He bounced off the person with an audible "Ooof!!" sound. Falling to the side, his muscle memory sprang into action as he rolled into a breakfall roll and landed on his side. Whoever it was seemed to speak what sounded like French accompanied by a moaning sound.
Kian Barrett's voice was one he was familiar with- as was the sight of the pretty son of Aphrodite. Personally he had never had much to do with the guy when they were back in Camp Half Blood. Others he knew had- 'posing frilly ego-maniac' was the term he believed they used to describe him...
"Sorry...." he said, for he truly was sorry he had run into Kian, "I didn't see you there". That was indeed true. "I was out for a run- you okay?” he asked as his combat-medic side switched on inside of him.
Ave, demigod! Over the next month, all new threads created may be attacked by the Fates at any time, unless specified in the subheader. All random events will be based on prompts from the randomizer. Please refer to the event guide #2 for further and more detailed information about your character's possible fate.
GHF is the product of the mind of addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian.
this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by haya to fit the site's concept and needs.
most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds.
all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners.
if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
