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.
The Palaestrae was a place one could often find Nathan on any given day. Not that he spent every spare moment that he had there (though it might seem like it sometimes).
Needless to say, he was there day. Often he would lifting weights as part of a work out, to keep his body in shape. You never knew when there would be some heavy lifting needed to be done or a monster to be fought off. So it made sense that Nathan needed to stay in shape. More so since some of the girls in camp liked the way he looked.
Breathing in deeply in a controlled manner, Nathan flicked the weighed barbell up to his chest and breathed out as he thrust it above his head, before lowering it to his chest then flicking it down to rest against his hips. He could feel the pull and protest of the muscles of his chest and back contort and writhe under the faded purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, that had seen better days. Concentration was as important as technique when it came to working out, so he could get the maximum benefit out of the workout as well s being able to do it safely.
Today he was working his upper body, having worked his legs and mid section over the last couple of days. Nathan liked working out in the Palaestrae. It was like his home away from home in some ways. It was also a place he could hang out with campers of a like mind to him. Already he had spent a couple of hours on the wrestling mat, grappling with a number of campers he knew. Now he was finishing off his work out by lifting weights.
[attr="class","THREAD3CONTENT"] Joan had enjoyed a long bath, making sure to use it when none of the other legionnaires were there - or if there was anyone she would send them away. If they didn't comply with a wave of her hand she would have them dragged out. A queen shouldn't have to bathe with others, or at least that's what she thought. She nicely asked the one remaining girl to make sure the temperature was right and if it wasn't she was to add more hot water and perhaps a few drops of her favorite lavender oil to turn the scentless water into a flowery dream.
It only cost her the skipping of one or two Latin lessons. No big deal. She could catch up with those later - or never. Whatever her mood was for the rest of the day. Once she emerged out of the water, she draped her body into a purple silk dress, half clinging to her body before her skin had much of a chance to dry. She tossed her dark curls over her head, patting them dry with a towel and humming a random tune.
Of course, the baths wouldn't stay empty for too long. So as soon as people started streaming in she slipped out of the damp room and into the stone corridor, grabbing a snack from the basket she had used to put her sweaty clothes in from the training session earlier. Her feet carried her into the Palaestrae, steps as light as feathers. She wasn't planning or even thinking about working out, nah, she already cleaned herself of the sweat from the session earlier. But sometimes she would slip in for fun to watch others, that also included the boys.
Taking a seat on top of one of the machines she opened the bag of lightly salted cashews and popped one into her mouth. Joan placed her elbow on the armrest, resting her head on the palm of her free hand as she fixed her curious eyes on the demigod doing weights. "Working out to impress or to put those muscles to actual use?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
It pleased Nathan that he was lifting more weight with this exercise, than he had been a month ago. He had been careful to pick what exercises he did when he was in the Palaestrae, consulting the appropriate trainer before doing so. In all honesty he did not want to get bigger now days- especially in the upper body. As far as the son of Bacchus was concerned he was the right shape and size for what he needed in life. No, what he was after was a way to stay that way and still gain both physical and explosive strength. Getting bigger would only cause him problems he didn't need, besides- being over big was no the look he was after. Narcissistic? Maybe- a little. More likely he didn't want to become muscle bound, which would impeded the way he easily moved when he was doing combat drills. There were practical reason for what he was after here, that even he wasn't able to explain fully.
"Working out to impress or to put those muscles to actual use?" a voice said to him, breaking into the small world that measured 5 feet around him when he was working out most of the time. Carefully he went through the careful series of moves that he needed to do, so he could put down the weighted barbell safely. Last thing he wanted to do was hurt himself by doing that wrong. That would not do at all. Rolling his shoulders to ward off the first hints of lactic acid depositing in his muscles he looked in the direction of the person who spoke to him. "Oh Lord" he thought to himself, a slightly crestfallen look crossing his face, "Its Joan d'Eresby". Nathan had been around Camp Jupiter long enough to know that the daughter of Ceres had a tendency to be kind of prickly by nature. It wasn't that she was intentionally so, just her nature. As a general rule, he tended to avoid her- hard since she was in the same Cohort as him. Personally when it came to her he followed a 'Don't bother her and she won't bother you' rule. So far (as far as he knew) it seemed to work just dandy. But maybe today would change all that... That said, there was no call him being rude to her. A small smile crossed his face and he shrugged. "Working out for actual use- building field fortifications is kinda hard work" he replied. That was certainly the truth, there was no denying that.
[attr="class","THREAD3CONTENT"] Joan watched her fellow cohort legionnaire with a bored expression on her face. A clean hand was buried inside the bag of roasted cashews as she tried to find the best one out of the bunch, not that it mattered because, in the end, she would eat all of them. She nodded as he replied to her question, her features only brightening after she did find a nut that was perfectly crescent-shaped just like the moon. Roasted to perfection and salted just right, not too little not too much. The white grains stuck to the snack, shimmering faintly in the light of the Palaestrae.
She mirrored his shrug, a playful smile on her rosy pink lips. "Judging by your expression you’re really happy to see me," she said, a quiet chuckle following shortly after her assessment. Joan pointed a slender finger at him, "I’m sure all the girls would love for you to work out outside so they could watch you build your field fortifications." Once the words left her lips she ran the tip of her finger over them, snatching off some of the salt that got stuck. Her gaze fell on the already half-eaten bag of cashews, slight disappointment hovering over her features.
"I think you’re the only child of Bacchus I know who’s ambitious enough to train and not get drunk all the time," she snorted, her dark eyes wandering from the bag of nuts to her hand. She examined her flawless and clean nails, only glancing up at the boy in front of her after she was done. "Ah, I’m really disappointed," Joan sighed, raising her eyebrows at him. "What’s the use in being gifted to turn water to wine if you waste all your energy on training like a madman and throwing parties I'm not invited to."
Breathing through his mouth slowly as he thrust the weighted bar above his head and then returned it in sequence, Nathan racked his brains for a polite and dipomatic response to what Joan stated. She wasn't exactly one of the people he would want to be stuck in a lift with, but then again she certainly wasn't the Devil incarnate- you had to be fair about that. "You're not the first person I would expect to be here" he admitted, hoping that he came across as being diplomatic. "Actually...I am surprised by who I DO see turning up here" the son of Bacchus stated. That was the truth. He had seen sons of Venus turn up here to work out so as to look 'nice', even if some (but not all) of their sisters found the idea of working out and getting all sweaty 'icky'. Some kids he saw in here were there to get stronger, bigger, stay in shape or work off pent up energy. Okay...Nathan had to smile a little at what Joan said about all the girls loving to see him outside working out. Truth be told, he knew only some of the girls did. Most would be away on the other side of camp or doing other things. But certainly the ones that did, certainly loved to (discretely) lifting the heavier building materials that were needed for building field fortifications. A lot of the time they hoped he would strip off his t-shirt when he was doing that, so they could look at the muscles he had. Even if he didn't, they still had enough imagine to guess what might be under his t-shirt, that framed the Y-shaped physique he had. Well tough luck for them- he usually worked out inside and that was the way it was going to remain. "Yeah..." he said slowly with a smile, "I think they do as I recall". As much of a flirt he was, Nathan was not opposed to being coy about it. The fact he flirted with the prettier girls around camp, wasn't a camp secret. Nathan just chose to keep a leash on it. Point in fact, Joan licking the salt off her lips after what she said about working out outside. If he had been facing her when she said that, Nathan would have interpreted it as a opening to make a flirty remark. As it was he didn't, so he saved himself from the sharp edge of Joan's tongued when she told him what he thought about his attempt to flirt with her.
Luckily Nathan was just finishing his set and easing the weights to the ground when Joan said what she did about Bacchus kids. "Oh my God!" he chuckled playfully, 'Do I seem like that much of a stereotype?" he asked. Stepping away from the weighted bar, he rolled his shoulders to prevent the build up of lactic acid in his muscles. The smile on his face was almost as broad as the width of his shoulders as he stretched his arm across his chest as well. "We don't all get drunk as a rule. First of all, who needed the hangover the next day and secondly, we prefer to have fun at parties- not get wasted". Of course he could have added they were all too young to get access to alcohol, but figured that truth would fly with Joan. Oh this was just too much! Nathan laughed playfully at this ultimate (as far as he was concerned) of stereotypes about his brothers and sister. "I should be so lucky that I could do that!" he laughed, "A lot of people think we can, but we can't- least...I can't" he said. Maybe it was a power he was yet to develop still. Or maybe he concentrated too much of the grapevine and not enough on the end product... "Girls like the way I look- so that was reason enough for me to work out like I do" he said. That, was certainly the truth. Hmmm...'throwing parties I am not invited to'. Was that a root cause for her being so prickly sometimes? Nathan had to wonder about that... "You don't always have to be invited...you can just turn up to them if you wanted" he answered as he cricked his neck with his hands.
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.
