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.
He was not a fan of New Rome as much as it was impressive, he had seen Camp fall and had survived, the way that he looked at it this was not much better. To many DemiGods that would attract monsters and beings that may not have been around. He had thought of taking Aurora and rallying Ares to leave and get away, to find somewhere that they could make a new home and handle, but Aurora was holding fast and the idea of losing her did not do him any favors mentally again. The two had shared there first kiss on the bridge to the new camp. He had promised himself that he would try it and in the days that he had stayed there he largely had stayed with his boys.
However that day he had woken up and spent the morning with Aurora before he had gone off to train, by mid afternoon he had worked up a sweat, and then hit the showers and cleaned up and changed. Debating going to visit Aurora he instead put on a tank top, stopping to look in the mirror where he smiled the blessing of Ares had made him bigger in size and power which was nice he thought, but he still needed to adjust to the other changes. Now that he had made it to the new camp, should he stay he hoped to figure things out a bit better.
Leaving the camp he walked down the street, his eyes following a bit as he saw children, adults all there and he frowned "how many generations do they cram into one area?" he muttered as he paused after several moments he spotted someone who looked about the same age, walking over he paused "hello...I take it you are from Camp Jupiter?" he asked as he crossed his arms and watched the boy.
[break][break] Meetings here, meetings there. In his years being Praetor for the Legion he never had to attend that many meetings. It was slowly starting to become really tiresome as the main topic mostly revolved around the Greeks. If there was one thing he would like not to talk about it was them, those filthy weaklings. He let out a long sigh, running a hand through his chestnut curls down to his neck where it rested for a moment. [break][break]
The other hand was holding on to various folders, filled to the max with lists, lists, and more lists. The Senate had started playing with the idea to send a group of legionnaires to Long Island, to check out the state of destruction, to investigate, to look for possible survivors, and perhaps for those who did not… survive.[break][break]
The Greeks had managed to steadily trickle into Camp Jupiter, one demigod after another, but the amount of question marks behind a lot of names was still abundant. It was a sad sight indeed, although Dareios was the last person in camp or even the entire planet earth, to feel sorry for them. Heck, he didn’t even feel the slightest of emotion outside of anger and frustration when it came to the Greeks. Whatever it was they had brought with them, be it misfortune or stupidity, had taken a toll on his legion. He wasn't a fan of that. [break][break]
The Praetor gave those folders a little shake, the hand that had rested on his neck now slipping into the pocket of his jacket. Grim eyes looked down at himself, at his clothes, having donned his uniform for more civilian attire. He was still proudly wearing the purple camp shirt underneath the black bomber jacket, but the fit and weight of the clothes threw him off slightly as he was used to the golden and purple glory of his Praetor robes. [break][break]
Even more so when someone called over, addressing him in a casual manner that immediately screamed Greek at him, as none of his legionnaires or even the residents of New Rome, would dare to insult him and his rank like this. He knew his people, thus he knew this one wasn’t one of them.[break][break]
Apathetic eyes wandered towards the source of this insolence, landing on a brunet boy. Dareios gave him a thorough look-over but nothing in this boy’s appearance sparked the smallest of interest in the son of Mars. "Indeed, Graecus. Your observation skills appear to be exceptional," he scoffed, his voice oozing with sarcasm, albeit his facial expression not wavering at all. He could have been made out of stone, like a statue, the way he looked at him. "You Greeks really have nothing better to do than to frolic around," he uttered, mentally rolling his eyes at just the mere thought of them and their attitude towards life. His attention snapped back to the brunette in front of him. "Don’t you have a lesson to partake in? Or did my warriors scare you away?"[break][break]
Tensions were high about everything in camp, and although he was even was new to the area he felt the tension, and was not amused. In the end he had hoped that maybe he would have found someone pleasent enough to not be a complete jerk. Which meant that the person he walked up to, was a jerk he thought as he watched the boy. Eyeing him with eyes calm as he spoke his head tilted to the side at his words, a smirk crossing his lips as he waited for him to finish his sentence before he rolled his eyes and let out a small sigh.
"Oh look, how cute the demigod son of the pencil pushers has a spine" he started to clap slowly, a sarcastic one at that as his eyes stayed on his, "Oh yes, I am sure that my warriors were terrified of a paper cut" his voice leveled as he eyed him, "what is wrong, are your turtle necks on the wash line Carlton?" he asked as he smirked. A son of Ares he was not one who enjoyed being talked to like that and he cracked his knuckles as he watched him "my boys would run circles around you" he mused. He was sure of that much, this guy had sarcasm but Kayden was not amused.
"Now why don't you go play delivery boy and run along like a good boy before you get hurt?" he asked as he sized the boy up, not backing down. He knew Aurora would not be happy, however it was not like he had picked the fight himself. No this boy deserved a beating if he kept running his mouth he thought a scowl on his face.
Dareios watched him carefully, narrowing those cold hazel eyes at the boy for a second when the smirk appeared on his features. He would very much like to not just wipe it off his face but cut it off. There was a limit of what he could let slip as a mere mistake made by a Greek demigod because they didn’t know any better, but that limit was clearly reached as the boy had the audacity to roll his eyes at the Praetor. "Caesar si viveret, ad remum dareris."[break][break]
The reckless behavior continued and Dareios wasn’t sure if he had heard right. Pencil pusher? Turtle necks? Delivery boy? His warriors? Was this Graecus sick? Delusional perhaps? The brunet raised his eyebrows, adjusting his grip on the folders he was holding. It was strenuous to keep himself from smacking it right across his arrogant face. "Mhm. As far as I know, your warriors are scattered all over Long Island in piles of ash. You better wear a mask to not accidentally swallow some of their remains." As the words left his lips he mirrored the tilt of his head, the silhouette of a sneer looming on his features. [break][break]
Dareios wasn’t known to be the understanding kind, not in the least. He didn’t care if that kid was going through some sort of post-traumatic stress syndrome, therefore saying things that would just get him killed. If only Terminus hadn’t claimed his weapons before he was allowed to cross the border into New Rome. [break][break]
To say the least, he was not amused. Not at all. It had been quite some time since anyone had dared to utter such words towards the son of Mars Ultor, the Praetor of the twelfth legion fulminata, one of the two leaders of Camp Jupiter. “If I were you I would start learning how to keep my mouth shut in front of authority. Otherwise, someone might accidentally cut off that loose tongue of yours.” He hadn’t taken his eyes off of the boy, but in his peripheral vision he could spot heads turning towards them, some gawking, some hurridly ushering their partners away from the scene. And oh, what a scene this was going to become. [break][break]
Taking a couple of steps towards the boy, whose name he had not revealed yet, Dareios lowered his chin slightly to sneer down at him. "Apparently you weren’t present during our welcome instructions. So let me show you my utmost hospitality and help you out." His lips twitched, the boy’s behavior being both frustrating and amusing. If the majority of Greeks acted like him, then he wasn’t surprised their camp was attacked – by one of their own. Dareios, admittedly, wasn’t the most popular with his legionnaires but still… if anything were to threaten their home, they would all work together to prevent anything from happening.[break][break]
He definitely wasn’t going to be lenient about the audacity that the boy spat out, but he didn’t mind offering to show him his place. "One, I am not a boy. Two, instead you will address me as Praetor. And three, I am the one who grants you refuge here. I can change that real quick. As far as I know, there is a group of Hyperborean Cyclopes lurking right outside the wards and they are starving."[break][break]
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.
