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.
A jaw tic. Gritted teeth. Wolf looked like he was quite willing to murder anyone who dared cross him, in a bit of a contrast to the crowd of demigods around him. At least this part of the evening was supposed to be serious and sombre, so his clearly bad mood didn't look completely out of place. His dark blonde hair was tucked behind his ears as usual, the purple of his camp shirt peeking under the black leather jacket he wore to ward off the chill. The magical barriers of Camp Jupiter were going to be brought down for this lantern tribute - asinine, in Wolf's not so humble opinion - and the weather was bound to be a little chilly. Much like the promise of a cool evening, Wolf's expression frosted even further as he crossed his arms, ticking down the time before his half-siblings would start pulling down the barriers.
He had been against this idea from the moment it had been proposed. Pulling down the barriers for an evening, just to honour some weaklings? The lack of logic hurt Wolf's brain. Nature was about survival of the fittest, and those who hadn't made it from Camp Half-Blood? They were demigods. By definition, their lives were even harsher than a normal mortal's, their chances of survival even lower than a normal human's. What was the point of commemorating them when they would have died at some point anyway.
Callously, Wolf ruminated on his thoughts on the uselessness of the whole affair. He kept his eyes on the horizon, scanning the skyline, watching for the tendrils of magic to show his siblings' work. If he hadn't been cursed, he would have been the main man controlling the barriers, not trusting anyone else to be able to do it, but since that was out of the gods danged equation, he had insisted on at least supervising his siblings. The son of Trivia had then planted himself right in the middle of the area that was going to be affected by the barriers being pulled down - he would pull it all back up himself even if it meant he'd explode into that gods danged bird like Circe had planned for him. Mood worsening even further, Wolf swiped a thumb under his lip absentmindedly as he glanced to the left where he knew a half-brother of his stood ready.
The daughter of Circe was currently engaged in a fight against the weight of one of the boxes she was asked, or ordered, to bring over to some fields. She hadn’t really been given any directions but she could feel the magic in the air, a quiet buzzing that made the hairs on her skin crawl. The closer she was the more it lingered in the air, wrapping itself around her like a blanket. A blanket that was slowly growing heavier and heavier… Camp Jupiter seemed to have more of it, at least more than Camp Half Blood had. Perhaps it was the lack of children of Hecate or Circe. There seemed to be an abundance of Trivia kids at the Roman camp.
Sophie had always only been able to feel the magic around her but never to manipulate or summon it. She watched the others do it and she had tried a dozen times herself, but nothing ever happened - not even the smallest of sparks appeared as she snapped her fingers. Tilting back her head, dark waves falling over her shoulders, she looked up at the wards. They were mostly invisible but she could see a blue green hue around the edges as it slowly opened up.
“Wow,” she breathed, focused on what was going on above her rather than what was in front of her. By the time she dropped her gaze back to the front her view was black and her face was met with something soft but it was still hard enough to knock her backwards. The box she carried in her arms sent her off balance and ultimately onto the grassy ground. The contents, lanterns and lights, were scattered around her.
Her eyes found a pair of boots right in front of her. A reflex and probably a habit by now kicked in, and she pulled the hood of her sweater jacket up in an attempt to conceal her face. She very much appreciated the darkness of the evening but better safe than sorry. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t... see you.” Her hands were holding tight on to the hood as she clumsily got back on her feet without using arms - which might have looked a little awkward… or a lot. But she was determined to do it and after a light struggle she stood.
Wolf's sixth sense told him there was someone or something approaching from behind, but before he could turn around, something solidly bumped into his back. Despite the lack of reaction from everyone else around him, Wolf's first instinct was always to pull on his magic. It had served as his only companion, his strongest ally, his best attack and strongest defense, for pretty much his entire life. A curse wouldn't break his habit to rely on his magic. He had gathered a ball of force in his palm in two seconds flat, muscles tense as his brain scrambled to identify the threat. Whirling around, he was ready to throw the force grenade at something, anything, only to be met with thin air. There was nobody behind him--oh, they'd fallen to the ground, along with the boxes they'd been carrying, apparently.
The force-ball dissipated the instant Wolf released his hold on the magic, but even that small use caused small black feathers to manifest on the hand he'd used. They were inky black and so small, they looked like large shiny scales, and they creeped the bejeesus out of Wolf. They looked like horrible skin lesions, and Wolf hated the idea of his body being marred by them. No matter how often they appeared, he would never get used to seeing them on his him. He didn't brush them off or pull them out, though - he'd learned the hard way that the bloody feathers were attached to his body like real normal feathers on a bird.
He didn't know it was possible, but his bad mood plummeted even further at the waste of magic and the manifestation of the curse. He turned to the camper - small, shy, painfully Greek - and said, "You... didn't see me." Wolf's tone was flat with a tinge of disbelief, a deceptively calm facade for the alarms going off in his mind yelling offended, offended. The second cohort centurion didn't bother to help the other camper out, far too affronted to suffer the indignity. Besides, Wolf was hardly the helpful sort. He couldn't see their face from under that ridiculous hood they wore, and that ticked Wolf off all the more. He bent slightly at the waist, trying to enforce his glare into the camper's eyes so they could realise just how pissed off and powerful Wolf was. "Is my height not enough for you to see me? Is it my invisibility? Do you need me to be the size of a mountain with a giant Stop sign painted on my 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.
