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.
Light blonde hair whipped through the air like golden lightning as Rhi readjusted her hairstyle. She'd had it up in a bun for that morning's marching drill - Rhi on time and on point as always - but now that it was over, she was able to let her hair down a little. Only a little, though, it still remained tied up high on her head, this time as a ponytail, the ends swaying over her shoulders as she moved. Most of the Romans tended to go for some training in the Ludus after the marching drills, but from what Rhi had noticed about the Greeks, they either went to breakfast or back to their barracks to go back to sleep. What a bunch of lazy children.
Shaking her hair through the last loop in her tie, Rhi bent down to stretch out her legs. Her feet were a short distance apart, and the daughter of Mars bent at the waist to reach one set of toes first before switching to the other. She could have gone for training in the Ludus with most of her cohort, of course, but Rhi had felt for something different that morning. This morning, she wanted to go for a run. It wasn't usually that high in her list of priorities, outside for mandatory cardio, but Rhi felt like she had needed a change of pace. The arrival of the Greeks had thrown her normally orderly world into a bit of chaos, and she just needed to shake the box one more time and hope everything settled back better.
Stretching her arms above her, reveling in the small popping sounds caused by her joints waking up, Rhi completed her routine with sideways twists of her upper body. With all her muscles relaxed and ready, she felt as though she could run for miles - but she wouldn't completely tire herself out, of course. She did still have combat training in the Ludus after breakfast, and no way was she going to let some Greek gain the upper-hand just because she'd tired herself out on a run this morning.
The Camp-issued spatha lay beside her small black gym bag, and Rhi only glanced at it once before grabbing her water bottle. The weapon reminded her she needed to visit a kid of Vulcan about a set of throwing knives she'd commissioned. They were small and made of Imperial Gold, simple in design, but coated in a special substance that could retain poison if dipped into a particular solution. They'd be perfect for future War Games, and of course just for Rhi's collection in general. The daughter of Mars had a rather unhealthy obsession with weaponry.
Finishing her drink of water, Rhi rolled her neck and walked over to her chosen starting point, throwing the water bottle in the general direction of her gym bag. A movement out of the corner of her eye distracted her, and Rhi turned her head to look at it curiously, even as she continued towards her destination.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The blond held out his arm, calloused fingers curled around the smooth cedar of the bow he was holding. Truth to be told, Jonathan never really was a long-distance combat kind of guy. He always preferred short-range, close combat - a sword in his hands, rather than a bow and arrows. He fiddled with the thin stick between his thumb and index finger, nocking it eventually. With a small but frustrating sigh, he pulled the string towards his cheek, aiming at the target which was standing just 39 yards away - half the distance of an Olympic competition.
The wood curved back, the rough skin of his hand brushing against his cheek as he held his breath, waiting for the signal to release their arrows. When the instructor finally blew his whistle for said signal, Jonathan let go of the arrow, green eyes watching it fly towards the assigned target. With a thud, it pierced the inner blue ring and the son of Vulcan threw up his hands in utter frustration. Just being in the First Cohort had made him become slightly competitive and seeing that he wasn’t the best or any good in this class bothered him.
His eyes wandered over the other targets, curious how his classmates were doing. He wasn’t the worst, there was that relief, but he couldn’t help feeling as if he needed to work harder on his aim and overall archery skill. So instead of putting the weapon back to its place along with the others, Jonathan decided to keep it, refilling his quiver with two sets of arrows. His plans to practice more were vanquished by the next class needing the target range, forcing him to wait until it was free or set a random target elsewhere.
Deciding to do the first, Jonathan left the range and strolled towards the Marching Ring which was close by. He held the bow like a blade in front of him, moving it as if he was fighting with a spatha, blocking invisible blows left and right. The blond continued his little dance-but-not-really-a-dance until he spotted a familiar face among the others. His lips instantly curled up into a grin before he decided to duck away and out of sight.
He slipped out an arrow from the quiver on his back, flicking his fingers at the tip. The grin on his face grew brighter as he watched the flame wrapping around the arrow. Inching closer toward Rhi, the daughter of Mars who happened to also be immune to fire to a certain extent, Jonathan nocked the arrows and aimed at the blonde. He didn’t aim straight at her, although his horrible aim might end up doing the exact opposite. He pursed his lips, letting out a brief whistle to announce the incoming attack, and let go - watching the burning arrow find its way to the target… or not.
Nothing better than attempting to set his best friend on fire.
A piercing whistle from a different direction - but before Rhi could even turn to look, distracted once again (this really wasn't a good look for her, imagine her Centurions or Praetors catching her this absentminded), she felt a flash of something directly on her back. There was a clatter of something light and wooden behind her, and Rhi glanced around at what had made the sound, only to find a half-charred arrow on the ground. The mystery weapon had Rhi's golden eyebrows furrowing as she looked up and around, trying to find the perpetrator, not sure if she wanted to give them a piece of her mind or laugh at them for daring to try, when her eyes landed on a very familiar face and an even more familiar smirk. Of course. Kovachev.
Rhi's relationship with the son of Vulcan was complicated at best, but also very simple, as far as she was concerned. She flirted with him, but also wanted to slap the living lights out of him sometimes, while also constantly trying to one up him in every competition, and would also probably kill for him. They worked well together as a team, never letting anything get too serious but also getting down to business when required. They also fought well together, his immunity to fire working well with her own blessing of invincibility; sometimes their combined powers made for interesting effects. There was no one else Rhi would rather have at her back than Kovachev, but she would of course be there to try to kill more monsters than him. The fact that he was in first cohort while she was in second only helped to serve the sometimes-not-very-friendly rivalry between them, Rhi always trying to outpace, outfight, and in general just out-everything the son of Vulcan. The daughter of Mars had long lost count of the number of times she'd hurt herself, sometimes with quite serious injuries, because she'd been trying to beat Kovachev.
"You know it works even when I don't know it's coming, right?" she called out to him, an undercurrent of a challenge in her tone as her eyes sparkled with mirth. Her words weren't serious, of course; they'd both tested the limits of each other's defenses far too often in the very long time they've known each other. There was something to be said about trying to explode your best friend to see how long their fire immunity would last. It tended to bond people together. Rhi kicked the arrow out of the way, but didn't make a move in the male demigod's direction, instead crossing her arms over her chest as she gave him a come-hither look. "Come and face me like a real legionnaire, Kovachev. What are you even playing with these matchsticks for?"
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.
