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.
Reading and Latin were not Rhi's strongest suits, and considering she could knock a demigod clear out of the Ludus, she felt she could be excused. What was she going to need Latin for, anyway? Everything around them was in English, for goodness' sake. Sure, she could swear in Latin like any good Roman, but why did she need to bust her brain over it when she didn't even need it? Sure, learning Latin was useful for things like history or whatever, but when was Rhi ever going to read, and when was she going to read about anything in Latin? She wasn't a history buff, she hardly cared about anything that had happened in the past several millennia ago, regardless of who in the massive pantheon it may have affected. It was always the same thing, different day: god or goddess gets offended, or gets lovesick, or whatever else, and mortals were affected. None of that made any difference to Rhi. The only thing she liked to read were action stories, and even then she preferred to just watch the movie. Everything was being turned into movies these days, after all.
As she suffered through another page of translations, this time for homework that she was this close to chucking clear across the empty Mess Hall, Rhi tapped the pencil against the page. Giving up after rereading the same sentence for the seventh time, the daughter of Mars let out a disgusted sigh as she leaned back and threw the pencil down in a fit of anger. It would probably be more satisfying to actually break the damm thing, but considering she would surely face some sort of embarrassing punishment for missing to submit homework for the fourth time in a row, Rhi controlled herself from going through with that. Running laps or whatever was fine, but her Latin teacher had long since realised that physical punishments meant very little to her. Rhi's punishments tended to be things like washing the dishes or - shudder - teaching the Greeks how to fight. No, thank you, she'd rather claw her own eyes out trying to learn a dying language.
With a hand through her hair and a string of mental curse words - in Latin, in such a vicious fashion that her Latin teacher would blush at hearing the words coming out of her mouth - Rhi resigned herself to continuing with her homework. Painstakingly, she forced her brain to study each word, trying to connect the dots and understand the grammar, picking up the pencil and writing down a hasty translation as her tongue peeked from the corner of her mouth.
[attr="class","THREAD3CONTENT"] The son of Venus had been fed up with his so-called gifted ability ever since the moment he found out about them. For years he believed people genuinely liked and loved him because of the person he was, not because of some stupid superhuman power that gave him some sort of weird loveable aura all over. The worst thing? He couldn’t even control it. Other children of the goddess of love were granted the ability to charmspeak others into doing whatever they wanted them to do. It sounded and looked, frightening, to say the least. It gave the user so much power and tripping into the dark and evil side of it was an easy thing to do.
For years, years, and more years, Rhen had tried to gain control over his Amokinesis - his love magic. Gods, it even sounded awful, forcing him to cringe every time someone would say it out loud or when he himself would on rare occasions. Extremely rare occasions. He preferred being quiet about it and since he kept his bitter gluteus maximus in solitude most of the time, nose buried deep into a book, it was easily accomplished.
The few times he forced himself out into the wild of camp life was for classes and meals. And sometimes to just find a different spot to read or take his grief elsewhere and away from his cohort mates. Loss was part of a demigod’s life. It was to be expected. Those who managed to get by without having family, friends, or loved ones die were lucky bastards. Rhen, however, was one of the few exceptions. He was incapable of simply continuing on with his life as if nothing had happened.
Hence, he preferred his solitude… to be alone with his sorrowful thoughts and the darkness that followed them step by step. But ever so often he was pursued by someone because on those exceptionally bad days his powers would unleash themself and most of the time he wouldn’t notice until that someone was already glued to him. While others might embrace the lies, he could do without fake friends and relationships.
Long strides carried him over to the Mess Hall where he sought shelter from the petite brunette that clung to him during all his classes, because unfortunately, she had to have the same schedule, making it difficult for him to escape. Once he was out of sight, and so was she, his powers ebbed away. The girl would probably find herself confused, wondering why she was there in the first place.
Rhen brushed off his clothes as if the aura left some invisible matter on him. Thankfully, it didn’t. He couldn’t imagine constantly dealing with red-pink glittery traces being left behind. Stepping into the open area of the Mess Hall, a copy of A Tale of Two Cities tucked under his arm, spiritless eyes searched for a free seat around the third cohort tables. Fortuna being for once in his favor he found himself an empty table.
He started walking toward it, having to pass by the second cohort table on his way where he spotted an all too familiar daughter of Mars. Rhen softened his steps, trying to walk by without getting noticed. His gaze fell on the paper she was scribbling on, emerald orbs widening with the faintest hint of curiosity. "It’s inveniam, not invenium," he said after studying the words for a moment, eyes flicking up to her face.
So ensconced in her fury at translating Latin phrases that Rhi actually missed to hear someone walking behind her until they popped up over her shoulder and spoke. The daughter of Mars wanted to berate the legionnaire for scaring her, but that would mean actually admitting that she'd gotten the drop on her. She felt she could be excused; after all, she was in Camp Jupiter, no one would dare try to sneak attack her in her own home - her blessing would help defend her against a sneak attack anyway. Besides, the Mess Hall had been empty when she'd arrived, and had been for the last half hour, and lunch was still a while away. So Rhi had allowed her guard down, and of course that would just happen to be when someone spied on her wasting away on Latin homework.
A second later, and the familiarity of the voice caught up with her. Rhi glanced up as though to confirm what her brain was telling her: the voice belonged to Montague. Rhi's previous annoyance with the male demigod from their last interaction at the feast two days ago had simmered. She didn't like to think about Rhen very often, because it usually resulted in frustration at that sad puppy dog look he wore all the time. The whole situation at the feast was about on par with them; her foolishly trying to interact with him somehow, him being depressing, her patience sinking faster than a ship carrying concrete. The feast scenario had ended with her literally tearing his book to pieces, just like she'd promised him, and his wall-like expression had caused Rhi to walk away because she didn't want to be placed on dishes for throttling him right there in the middle of a crowded Mess Hall.
While she had stewed in her resentment towards him, the irritation flaring up again at the sound of his voice, Rhi decided everything was forgiven and forgotten, if -- "Montague!" she said out loud, slightly breathless in her desperation to get her thought out. "You like Latin. You like reading. Come do my homework for me." It was as though she had completely disregarded the last time they had sat next to each other. If Rhen was going to bring that up, well, Rhi had several other tactics she could employ to get the son of Venus to do her homework for her.
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.
