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.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] If there was one thing the son of Hades disliked it was mourning, but watching others mourn was even worse. Whenever he looked at their faces, their eyes deep, dark pools of agony and pain, he felt his own heart twist and turn. It was like an old wound being ripped open over and over again, never really healing. But maybe it was his own fault for not letting his own heal properly. Maybe he didn't want it to heal just so it could remind him how awful of a person he was. To others he was someone who didn't deserve to still be alive and to be honest, he would most likely agree with them.
Instead of mourning with his fellow campers, he went headfirst into the new camp's training schedule. Camp Jupiter wasn't the greatest place to be as a Greek demigod, they made that very clear and showed their disdain towards the new arrivals, but being surrounded by strangers who had no clue about him and his past was a nice change.
Nikolai found himself watching some cohort train before a fight between another Greek and them started. He didn't try to interfere but he was catapulted right into it when someone started blaming him. That was fine. He could take the blame. The blond would rather just agree with them than have someone get injured because of him even if it wasn't his fault at all.
The instructor broke up the fight shortly after and ordered Nik to clean the weapons used, sending him over to the armory, arms loaded with a variety of dirty gladius' and spathas. Blue eyes looked around the room which looked similar to the armory back at Camp Half-Blood, various weapons lining the walls, shelves stuffed with short-bladed daggers and knives, a collection of shields leaning against the shelves.
He set the dirty weapons down on the big table near the wall, the metal rattling as the blades fell on the wooden surface. Nikolai looked around once more, eyes searching for a bucket to fill with water from the nearby sink. He grabbed a clean rag and started rubbing off the sand, dirt, and an occasional splotch of dried blood, enjoying the silence and solitude he was granted.
Life within the Roman Camp was probably something that Alessia both needed and didn't. While it fueled the flames of her anger, it also cradled her with distractions. Maybe not the best distractions when it came to her anger, but hitting people with swords and not worrying about being kind, was what the doctor ordered. She noticed the differences between the two camps, and maybe, just maybe, she needed this camp. She needed it to heal, but she didn't see that yet. Her anger clouded her better judgment, and she had already proven that she had a hot head when she punched that tree and was forced to allow a guy by a pool to clean up the wound.
Accepting help, at least, right now, was not something that she enjoyed. But, on the other hand, one needed to look out for themselves to survive, and if her sister had seen that, maybe...maybe she'd still be alive. Alessandra would still be alive with a lot of different factors that could have come into play. One of the main ones? If that stupid Jupiter's backside was either the one that died or hadn't been picked for the quest. Hades, her thoughts never went to Alessandra joining him. If she hadn't been there, maybe she would still be alive. She'd be here, at Camp Jupiter, calling her out on her morals.
A growl left her lips as she threw the dagger that was in her hands, hitting it straight in the bullseye that she had plastered to a nearby tree. It was sticking out, and her mind saw red. She practically pretended that it was his body that she had pierced, blood pooling to the surface of his shirt as the life left his eyes. Was that what it looked like when Alessandra died? Did the light slowly leave her eyes, or was it quick? She swallowed, hissing out a breath as she stalked forward and grabbed it.
Her feet stomped against the ground as she headed towards the armory. It was similar to Camp Halfblood but better at the same time. Maybe it was a little more filled with different weapons and definitely more organized. But as she entered the building, she stopped dead in her tracks once something inside caught her attention.
Nikolai. Her eyes narrowed, willing that he would combust just from her gaze. "So you do know how to clean up your own messes, huh?" she questions, her voice deadly calm and yet filled with malice.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Nikolai didn’t have to look to see who was speaking to him. She had haunted him for quite some time now, ever since his failed quest. One could almost assume he had gotten used to the taunts and insults. Even he, himself, would say that he deserved it. It was his fault after all that his past actions against the mother of monsters have earned his friends and quest companions their death. Despite death being something he should be familiar with as it is part of his father’s realm, perhaps even something that could easily become a second home to the son of Hades in the far away future, it still troubled him.
Fortunately, the ghosts of those who died because of him had yet to haunt him in real life but then again, the daughter of Zeus was doing a more than a great job at doing it instead. If she wasn’t there to bother him, then his past would always find a way into his dreams, turning them into unbearable nightmares within mere seconds. He would spend one restless night after another, both at Camp Half-Blood and at Camp Jupiter. Only the stress from moving across the country had kept the ghosts at bay for two or three days when Nikolai was too exhausted to dream.
Her jab at him almost made him want to laugh at it but he did not. His lips were a thin line as he quietly continued rubbing the dirt off of a sword. The blond shrugged softly. "I’m sorry to disappoint you but that's not mine," he told her, gesturing over the pile of used and dirty weapons on the table. "Is there anything I can help you with? If not, I'll continue the work I was given," Nikolai said, his voice rather monotone and bored. He set down the sword he was cleaning and tossed the rag into the bucket filled with water. Upon dipping and squeezing the used rag into the water multiple times already it changed from a clean, colorless liquid to a brownish goo.
With a sigh, he picked up the bucket to change the water. There was no use in cleaning something with water as dirty as this. He would have liked to avoid Alessia more but unfortunately, she was standing near to the sink at the entrance. Still, Nikolai did his best to avoid looking at her face, the spitting image of her twin sister who was one of his friends that died on that awful day. Seeing her around tended to rip open that wound over and over again. Sometimes, they looked exactly the same, and sometimes they didn’t. Most of those times were when Alessia opened her mouth to talk - to him at least.
As he looked everywhere but her face he didn’t see the bump in the floor and tripped, tipping over the bucket with the gooey water and spilling its contents in front of him. He attempted to catch it from falling out of his hands entirely with no luck. Hades would break loose if any of that was to spill over her.
Alessandra and Alessia were identical twins and had looked exactly alike their entire lives. Many people confused one for the other, at least, until they got to Camp. They had shown different talents since the moment they were welcomed into the fray, and it was enough for them to spread their wings and fly. They weren't confused as quickly, but there were times that it happened. Even after her sister's death, there were a few people that would look as if they had seen a ghost until they remembered. Those moments made it harder for Alessia to mourn her sister, but as time went on, people didn't do it as often.
For many, like Nikolai, she hoped that seeing her face was enough for the ghost of his past to haunt him. He wanted him to remember what he did, what pain he had caused her. Alessia didn't realize that what happened in the past hurt him as much as it hurt her, and she didn't care. Sandra was her sister, her twin, but she was also one of Nikolai's close friends - but she didn't care. The pain was her's alone; no one else could feel it. Maybe that made her ignorant, but again, ignorance is bliss. And for Alessia, taunting and insulting the man that practically killed her sister made her feel somewhat better. Would it bring her twin back? No, but she didn't care.
'I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's not mine. Is there anything I can help you with? If not, I'll continue the work I was given,' Alessia had plenty on her tongue that she wanted to say at that moment, but she kept it in. She was seconds away from telling him that what she needed help with was killing him, but she stopped herself. As much as she wanted his blood on her hands, she couldn't voice that. "At least you know how to clean, even if it isn't your own mess. Maybe it'll help you with your own one day..." she taunted, not answering his question about needing help with something. She wasn't about to be shooed away.
She remained where she was standing, watching as he picked up a bucket that he had been using. Her eyes watched him like a hawk as he drew closer to her, needing the sink that was a few feet away from her. He refused to look at her directly, something that she was used to. He hadn't looked at her since she turned her spiteful nature towards him, Alessandra's blood upon his hands, staining them for the rest of his life. And then, he did the one thing that would have made her laugh if she hadn't been in the splash zone. He tripped, tipping the bucket over and spilling the content of the gross water everywhere. Including the bottom of her pants and shoes, her eyes went wide.
"Are you f**king serious?!" she screeched, her fingers practically turning into live wires from anger.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Nikolai stared at the blood-stained blade of the Spatha he was cleaning, scrubbing off the crimson spots as best as he could without cutting himself. He let out a sigh at her taunt, his expression never changing. "Maybe," he mumbled before moving on to empty and refilling the bucket with clean water. She hadn’t bothered to answer his question. He didn’t mind or care. This space wasn’t his own so she could do whatever and whenever she wanted there, although he wasn’t entirely sure what made her come into the armory out of all places she could be at.
When he tripped, splashing the water everywhere, his gaze was fixed on the floor before it wandered to her shoes and then slowly up toward her face. The blond winced silently, his face contorting at the sight of her anger and the sound of her screeching. Holding up the bucket upright again, half of its dirty content spilled all over the stone as well as the daughter of Zeus, he looked and assessed the damage he had made - one more to add to his list of never-ending misfortune. The urge to simply throw the rest of its content into her face had been great, and the scenario was being played over and over again in his mind. However, it also wasn’t in his nature to do that.
Instead, he put the bucket down, carefully to not spill any more of it. Once again, a sigh escaped his lips before he uttered a short apology to her. He stepped closer, leaning around her to grab a fresh towel from the shelf behind her. Holding the piece of fabric out to her he gave her a quick once over. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to," he said, apathetic eyes moving up to look at Alessia directly. "Al-"
As his gaze fell upon hers he swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry, his heart skipping a beat or two before sagging down into the pits of his stomach. A shadow of recognition and surprise flickered over his stone-like eyes. No matter how hard he tried to ignore their resemblance he just… could not not see it. The girl he was seeing right now wasn’t Alessia, no, it was Alessandra. They had the same hair, the same eyes, the same shape of lips minus the cruel smile and angry expression that was always directed at him.
He dropped his head as fast as he could, clearing his throat and holding his chest as if he was suffering from a heart attack. The sharp pain that came with someone dying nearby was something he had gotten used to ignoring but the pain that he felt whenever the memories resurfaced to the top of his mind, especially the dying face of Alessia, was a different kind of pain. It was more intense, stronger, more painful, and almost unbearable.
Nikolai opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was half a choke as the words didn’t want to pass through his lips. "The sink is over there. You can clean up a little there." He tossed the towel into her face. The sentence was barely audible as he forced the words out, grimacing at her wet shoes. He waited for the pain to dissolve, his hand still resting on the soft fabric of his t-shirt, as he took a single step back.
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.
