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.
Rhi ached. Many parts of her body were unhelpfully numb, but despite this, she still walked into the feast with a bit of a swagger in her step. Not even a whole day of being pitted against other demigods would be reason enough to bring Rhiannon's mood down. Even if her whole body hurt, her spirits were just as high as ever - if anything, she felt a bit sated now, comfortable and snug like a cat on a rug after using so much of her powers and energy in healthy violence. Besides, it wasn't as though she was still bleeding or bruised anyway - the ambrosia had healed all the physical injuries. After the fifth or sixth trip to the infirmary, the healers had stopped giving her the divine food until after all the Games were over, so the ambrosia had only healed most of the outside. The pain was more of an echo, as though her body was telling her how much she should be hurting.
Despite it all, though, Rhi chatted easily with her cohort, rough-housing with her barrack-mates and in general just being loud and enjoying the festivities. There was a boy from the first cohort who'd smirked at her in the infirmary after she'd landed him in a bed with all his injuries, and Rhi was looking forward to finding out what that smirk had meant. Even now, she could see the back of his head in between a few other demigods, and she admired his shoulders under the sling that propped one arm up. To be fair to her, his broken arm wasn't her fault, so the smirk still counted, right? She would find out soon enough.
She was mid-laugh as she glanced around, noticing one familiar looking face in complete contrast to the rest of the campers around them. She hadn't talked to Rhen in a few weeks; her patience with his depressing expression was very limited, and more often than not she avoided him like the plague. It wasn't her responsibility to look after him now that Rosie was... gone, was it? No. It wasn't. And yet, Rhi still sighed and stood, leaving her plate where it was and instead snagging a piece of bread on her way over to him. "Gods, Montague, can't you control your sad for one night?"
Rhen reluctantly threw on a hoodie. He wasn’t in the mood to attend a festival or whatever this was. He probably wouldn’t be in the mood for it for a long time. The only reason he went was to grab a bite to eat. The regular meal at the Mess Hall was replaced by this welcome feast for the Greeks. Basic human needs was the only reason he would do anything anyway. He needed to eat, drink, sleep, and occasionally exercise to get his heart pumping from time to time.
Dull eyes flicked over the spines of his books, a slender finger tapping each once to help figure out which one he wanted to bring. People didn’t bother someone who was reading… most of the time at least. Even if they did decide to bother him he just ignored it, pretending they had never spoken to him. Reading was also his method to escape this odd and awful place that just reminded him of… her. The mere thought of her was a painful one, Rhen immediately closed his eyes. He took a deep breath through his nose before the muscles in his face could relax again.
Without further thinking he grabbed a random paperback off the shelf and hurried out of his cohort’s barracks. He welcomed the fresh air, albeit preferring to welcome it elsewhere with no one around. Solitude and a book was all he needed. Still, he found his way to the feast, the scent of cooked meats and vegetables hitting his nose as he stepped closer. The book was tucked under his arm as he took a seat at one of the emptier tables. There didn’t seem to be an apparent seating order, no rules or regulations of cohorts only. Food was already set in the middle, various dishes lined up and an empty glass that would fill itself with the beverage of his choice.
He pierced a piece of chicken with a fork, absentmindedly guiding the food towards his mouth. Hazel eyes were fixed on the yellowed pages of the book, Wuthering Heights. Definitely not the one he was feeling right now but there wasn’t anything else to do, so he continued reading it anyway. Footsteps approached, although he couldn’t bother to look up. Only when the person spoke he did, his face a blank canvas.
“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.” Rhen quoted, as usual. It was a habit he had picked up when he was younger. Though, this line should have been said with utmost sadness and agony, there was one to be detected in his voice. “One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do.”
Now that she was closer, she could see the danged son of Venus had a book and was openly reading while eating, as though that was the logical thing to be doing during a celebration. Rhi wanted to roll her eyes so hard, she was afraid they would pop straight out of their sockets. Because of course that was what Montague would be doing. She was only surprised he hadn't managed to impale his own face with a wayward fork, or had crumbs of food all over the pages. Actually, he probably did have bits of chicken and sauce down those pages, maybe he just didn't care enough to stop reading. Rhi was half tempted to get him checked out, see if it was some sort of Trivia magic that had him so focused on his book and completely ignoring everything around him.
Well, apparently not everything. He replied to her with a blank tone and a blank expression and empty words, and Rhi resisted the urge to slam a palm across his cheek. Again, for about the millionth time in the last two years. This was the reason she avoided him; he was just so damm depressing, so ensconced in his own self-pity, that Rhi hated hearing him and seeing him like this. He'd always been a bit withdrawn, always choosing his own company over others, until that one year he and Rose had been together. That had been sickening and vom-worthy, but at least he'd been alive. Rhi wasn't sure exactly what happened on that quest they both went on, but it was as though his soul had died the same night her good friend did.
She had mourned, of course, taking her frustration out on any target dummy and probatio and legionnaire who dared to stand in her way. But the anger had worked its way out of her system a long time ago - Rhi had never been one to dwell on the negatives, and Rose's death had been a potential blackhole that she had crawled out of. Montague apparently hadn't, and while Rhi had been understanding the first few months, as time wore on she'd lost all patience with him.
"Don't talk book at me, Rhen," she snapped, eyes flashing as she prodded the demigod sat beside Montague to push him further down the bench. Swinging one leg aggressively and plopping herself down beside Montague so that she was facing him, Rhi pulled the book out of his arms, all grace and kindness lacking from her harsh movement. "Or I swear to the gods I'll rip this all to pieces. Don't even doubt me." She stared him down as she held the book up between them, her grip on the literature unforgiving. If he tried making a grab for it, she would deck him for sure, aching body be danged. She could still do it despite the groan of her muscles.
By the time he finished his quotation of Life After God he had averted his gaze again, those dull eyes more interested in reading the printed words instead of a person’s face - because reading those was calling for too much effort. Rhen put up zero resistance when Rhiannon forcefully took the book from him. He responded to her action with a sigh, his gaze still resting in a place where the open pages of the book had been just a second ago. He wasn’t sure why the daughter of Mars had come to nag at him for the display of his sorrow in public, or why she even bothered to pay him any attention when clearly she was doing it begrudgingly.
He found a deserted piece of meat on the table to look at, the corners of his lips slightly curling downward, displeased about the lack of book to focus on. The words about ripping the book to pieces caught his attention. Rhen looked up, finding her face once more, albeit taking his time to do so. His lips parted as if to oppose her threat but then closed again. "That’s fine. It’s not even a good book," Rhen simply said, sighing inwardly. Wuthering Heights was by no means worth the exertion he would have to put in to retrieve it from the fierce blonde. It had no solid plot, no interesting characters, or at least… none that he had taken to a liking. In fact, he almost despised the majority of them.
Perhaps it was because there was a slight resemblance, something that connected him with those fictional beings. The murdered do haunt their murderers, as Heathcliff had said to his Catherine shortly after her death. "While you’re at it why don’t you do me a favor and rip me into pieces as well?" he asked, a part of him wondering briefly if she would actually do it, the other part knew she would not. If only he could be put out of this misery as easily as a book could be torn into pieces. "There would be no need to endure my sad anymore."
Even with the book gone from his lap and inked words gone from his gaze, Rhen still refused to look at her, and by the gods if that didn't irritate Rhiannon. She knew one hundred percent that this whole 'I'm sad and grey' thing was because of that quest from years ago. They had shared a common friend, did he not think Rhiannon also lost someone back then? Granted, he had been closer to Rose than she had been, but Rhiannon felt he didn't have a leg to stand on about how miserable he was making himself. No one should be wallowing in their own pity party, and Rhiannon was sorely tempted to smack the book across his face just to get some kind of reaction. Anything would be better than this nothingness that seeped from his pores and infected the air around him.
Her eyes only narrowed further as he told her to go ahead and rip the book. Rhiannon set her jaw, leaning an elbow against the table top beside her and opening the book as though about to take his words literally. She might have laid down the threat, but he had told her to go ahead, and Rhiannon always tried not to say things she didn't mean, so of course she meant it when she said she'd rip the book into pieces if she had to. That Rhen hadn't even cared enough to defend his literature made her want to do it just for the heck of it.
And then Rhen decided to continue his train of thought out loud, and Rhiannon's fingers actually twitched. The book was slammed on the table - much to the displeasure of the few campers they shared it with, who gave her disgruntled looks and moved even further away from them. The blonde demigod's hands actually moved closer to Rhen's throat as though she could throttle him, even though she made sure her fingers only tightened into fists in thin air. The feast was supposed to be a celebration and a bit of a truce - she didn't want to have to do chores just because she couldn't help herself from choking the stupid out of the son of Venus.
Taking a deep breath, something her combat instructors told her to do to rein in her rage, Rhiannon pulled back slightly away from the male demigod, although she kept her elbow on the book to ensure Rhen wouldn't take it. A fine golden eyebrow rose sardonically as she replied, "And what, fulfill your life goal for you? Shut the f*ck up and eat, Montague. At least someone should look after you, even if you refuse to do it yourself." And then, as though he needed an example of what 'eating' meant, Rhi grabbed another piece of bread from the camper adjacent to them, bared her teeth at them when they tried to complain, and made a show of taking a bite out of it.
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.
