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.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Nikolai stared at the blood-stained blade of the Spatha he was cleaning, scrubbing off the crimson spots as best as he could without cutting himself. He let out a sigh at her taunt, his expression never changing. "Maybe," he mumbled before moving on to empty and refilling the bucket with clean water. She hadn’t bothered to answer his question. He didn’t mind or care. This space wasn’t his own so she could do whatever and whenever she wanted there, although he wasn’t entirely sure what made her come into the armory out of all places she could be at.
When he tripped, splashing the water everywhere, his gaze was fixed on the floor before it wandered to her shoes and then slowly up toward her face. The blond winced silently, his face contorting at the sight of her anger and the sound of her screeching. Holding up the bucket upright again, half of its dirty content spilled all over the stone as well as the daughter of Zeus, he looked and assessed the damage he had made - one more to add to his list of never-ending misfortune. The urge to simply throw the rest of its content into her face had been great, and the scenario was being played over and over again in his mind. However, it also wasn’t in his nature to do that.
Instead, he put the bucket down, carefully to not spill any more of it. Once again, a sigh escaped his lips before he uttered a short apology to her. He stepped closer, leaning around her to grab a fresh towel from the shelf behind her. Holding the piece of fabric out to her he gave her a quick once over. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to," he said, apathetic eyes moving up to look at Alessia directly. "Al-"
As his gaze fell upon hers he swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry, his heart skipping a beat or two before sagging down into the pits of his stomach. A shadow of recognition and surprise flickered over his stone-like eyes. No matter how hard he tried to ignore their resemblance he just… could not not see it. The girl he was seeing right now wasn’t Alessia, no, it was Alessandra. They had the same hair, the same eyes, the same shape of lips minus the cruel smile and angry expression that was always directed at him.
He dropped his head as fast as he could, clearing his throat and holding his chest as if he was suffering from a heart attack. The sharp pain that came with someone dying nearby was something he had gotten used to ignoring but the pain that he felt whenever the memories resurfaced to the top of his mind, especially the dying face of Alessia, was a different kind of pain. It was more intense, stronger, more painful, and almost unbearable.
Nikolai opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was half a choke as the words didn’t want to pass through his lips. "The sink is over there. You can clean up a little there." He tossed the towel into her face. The sentence was barely audible as he forced the words out, grimacing at her wet shoes. He waited for the pain to dissolve, his hand still resting on the soft fabric of his t-shirt, as he took a single step back.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Nikolai didn’t have to look to see who was speaking to him. She had haunted him for quite some time now, ever since his failed quest. One could almost assume he had gotten used to the taunts and insults. Even he, himself, would say that he deserved it. It was his fault after all that his past actions against the mother of monsters have earned his friends and quest companions their death. Despite death being something he should be familiar with as it is part of his father’s realm, perhaps even something that could easily become a second home to the son of Hades in the far away future, it still troubled him.
Fortunately, the ghosts of those who died because of him had yet to haunt him in real life but then again, the daughter of Zeus was doing a more than a great job at doing it instead. If she wasn’t there to bother him, then his past would always find a way into his dreams, turning them into unbearable nightmares within mere seconds. He would spend one restless night after another, both at Camp Half-Blood and at Camp Jupiter. Only the stress from moving across the country had kept the ghosts at bay for two or three days when Nikolai was too exhausted to dream.
Her jab at him almost made him want to laugh at it but he did not. His lips were a thin line as he quietly continued rubbing the dirt off of a sword. The blond shrugged softly. "I’m sorry to disappoint you but that's not mine," he told her, gesturing over the pile of used and dirty weapons on the table. "Is there anything I can help you with? If not, I'll continue the work I was given," Nikolai said, his voice rather monotone and bored. He set down the sword he was cleaning and tossed the rag into the bucket filled with water. Upon dipping and squeezing the used rag into the water multiple times already it changed from a clean, colorless liquid to a brownish goo.
With a sigh, he picked up the bucket to change the water. There was no use in cleaning something with water as dirty as this. He would have liked to avoid Alessia more but unfortunately, she was standing near to the sink at the entrance. Still, Nikolai did his best to avoid looking at her face, the spitting image of her twin sister who was one of his friends that died on that awful day. Seeing her around tended to rip open that wound over and over again. Sometimes, they looked exactly the same, and sometimes they didn’t. Most of those times were when Alessia opened her mouth to talk - to him at least.
As he looked everywhere but her face he didn’t see the bump in the floor and tripped, tipping over the bucket with the gooey water and spilling its contents in front of him. He attempted to catch it from falling out of his hands entirely with no luck. Hades would break loose if any of that was to spill over her.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] If there was one thing the son of Hades disliked it was mourning, but watching others mourn was even worse. Whenever he looked at their faces, their eyes deep, dark pools of agony and pain, he felt his own heart twist and turn. It was like an old wound being ripped open over and over again, never really healing. But maybe it was his own fault for not letting his own heal properly. Maybe he didn't want it to heal just so it could remind him how awful of a person he was. To others he was someone who didn't deserve to still be alive and to be honest, he would most likely agree with them.
Instead of mourning with his fellow campers, he went headfirst into the new camp's training schedule. Camp Jupiter wasn't the greatest place to be as a Greek demigod, they made that very clear and showed their disdain towards the new arrivals, but being surrounded by strangers who had no clue about him and his past was a nice change.
Nikolai found himself watching some cohort train before a fight between another Greek and them started. He didn't try to interfere but he was catapulted right into it when someone started blaming him. That was fine. He could take the blame. The blond would rather just agree with them than have someone get injured because of him even if it wasn't his fault at all.
The instructor broke up the fight shortly after and ordered Nik to clean the weapons used, sending him over to the armory, arms loaded with a variety of dirty gladius' and spathas. Blue eyes looked around the room which looked similar to the armory back at Camp Half-Blood, various weapons lining the walls, shelves stuffed with short-bladed daggers and knives, a collection of shields leaning against the shelves.
He set the dirty weapons down on the big table near the wall, the metal rattling as the blades fell on the wooden surface. Nikolai looked around once more, eyes searching for a bucket to fill with water from the nearby sink. He grabbed a clean rag and started rubbing off the sand, dirt, and an occasional splotch of dried blood, enjoying the silence and solitude he was granted.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Nikolai instinctively wanted to close his eyes. Maybe this was just another bad dream, just another nightmare. He probably just dreamed about wandering off and into the stables. This wasn’t real. The horse whined again and he could feel the hot air it blew out of its nose and mouth on his face.
Oh no, this was very real. And he was about to get stomped on by the horse. The first thing he learned about horses was to never stand behind them or anger them since a simple kick with their hooves could send you right into your grave. Well, maybe that wasn’t so bad after all if only he wouldn’t end up in his father’s realm.
Didn’t they say animals act like their owners or something like that? Seemed like Roman horses weren’t big fans of the Greeks either. Sending silent prayers to Poseidon or Neptune, in this case, to keep his creation in check, his hands dug into the floor, blindly trying to find something to ward the horse off but all they got a hold of was hay.
When the horse looked like he was about to finally smash him into porridge he squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to watch his transition from life to death. But maybe someone did hear his prayers. A familiar voice of a female camper cut through the terrifying silence and no horse was on top of him. He slowly opened his eyes, taking in the scene, blinking slowly.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m good. No, but it was about to if you hadn’t stepped in,” he said, scrambling backward and then up onto his feet, holding on to her hand to support him up. He looked at his hands which were lightly scratched from the rough floor but other than that he was fine. Alive. Avoiding the horse’s gaze Nikolai focused on the brunette, Savannah, leader of the Aphrodite cabin. “Thanks,” he mumbled softly as he sat down on a small wooden bench.
Running his hands over his face and then his hair he dropped his gaze towards the floor. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb the horses. I guess it became a habit to bring nothing but evil and terror.” He laughed at his own words, not really meaning them but he couldn’t deny the hint of truth behind them.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Nikolai knew he wasn't supposed to be wandering around in the middle of the night. The Romans had a curfew just like they used to have at Camp Half-Blood. Used to have. It still felt weird, too strange to be true, that their only safe haven and home to most of the Greek demigods was just... gone. Only ashes of it remained. Chiron made sure to tell them everything was going to be fine but did he expect them to buy it? It was obvious that nothing was going to be fine. Being sent to Camp Jupiter didn't seem much different from being given a death sentence.
Being disliked and hated never necessarily bothered him. He was pretty much used to it. But the hatred the Romans displayed against the Greeks? A whole new level. They acted as if enemies had entered their camp. Perhaps there was some truth to it but still. They shared the same parentage. The gods were the same, they just had some multiple personality issues.
The blond had to admit he got a little lost, aimlessly walking around. He found himself in front of the stables, listening to the soft breathing of the sleeping horses and pegasi. To be honest, being a child of Hades he never really liked sitting on a flying horse. The sky wasn't his place to be. Having his feet on solid ground was a much better feeling, even if it grumbled underneath him from time to time.
Since he figured no one would be inside at this time he slipped inside, closing the wooden door behind him with a soft thud. He moved like a shadow, noiseless and perhaps a little deadly. He couldn't help but give off those vibes. Perks, or maybe not, of being a child of the Underworld. The horses and pegasi didn't move until he stood in front of a stall with its doors open. The horse woke up with a start, got up to its feet within a mere second, and whined, his hooves dangerously looming above Nikolai's head. His first instinct was to shoot up his arms and cover his face and head. The impact wasn't as hard as he expected it to be. Nevertheless, he flew to the ground, hay sticking on his clothes. The horse waited in front of him, glaring at him to dare make another move.
With a dark past (pun intended) Nikolai has become quite moody and is in a constant state of annoyance. While he's usually on the quiet side and tends to keep his distance from groups or other people, silently becoming one with every wall or tree or whatever there is to hide on, he also is more likely to speak whatever is on his mind. He's brutally honest if you want to say so. He never was one to let the shadows get him but now he's surrounded in darkness unable and too weak to free himself. There is no light to guide him or so he thinks because the only light that used to be his one and only compass to what one would consider a stable life, has been gruesomely taken away from him.[break][break]
Nikolai isn't the biggest fan of group activities and prefers solitude when working, exercising, or just eating lunch. Once a skilled fighter he now prefers to hide his abilities. He never minded being a child of Hades, the god of the Underworld, darkness himself, but ever since he returned from that one quest where everything, everything, went wrong, he can't help but hate his father and his whole heritage. [break][break]
A victim of bullying since he was a child and even at camp has left its marks. Hades never was popular to begin with and being his kid, of course, came with fingers pointing at him but now that he has the blood of his quest members, his dearest friends, sticking to his hands upon his return, the finger-pointing returned to full action. They blamed him for the failure, they didn't even consider other options. He was the only survivor and since no one ever wanted to even just listen to him he gave up. He just agreed with them and accepted the blame and has now developed the habit of accepting blames of others rather than seeing someone suffer as he did once and still did. [break][break]
Sleep is a curse given to him. He suffers from nightmares almost every day which results in getting barely any quality sleep and consequently affects his mood or behavior. He can often be found wandering the campground at night, aimlessly walking around in an attempt to stay awake.[break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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7 YEARS AT CAMP, CLAIMED (unfortunately)
Nikolai was born to an unknown mother and Hades, the god of the Underworld. When he was an infant, barely a week old, he was found wrapped in a black satin sheet in a dirty and abandoned alley. Fortunately, someone heard his cries and saved him from almost freezing to death. It is one memory that has stuck with him and thus he hates the cold more than anything. A lady, kind enough to adopt him, raised him in New York City where he led a pretty quiet life (or so he thought) because the lady was a demigod herself and managed to fight off any danger when he was young. However, of course as a demigod danger lurked behind every corner and so it didn't take long for a monster to sniff him out when he was alone.[break][break]
Barely a week after his 12th birthday the Nemean Lion disguised as a regular lion during a trip to the zoo attacked him after he was dared to climb over the fence and walls and then pushed into the lions cage by classmates. Fortunately, the adrenaline and the fear inside of him unlocked a tiny part of his powers and hence he was able to escape, not defeat but escape, by traveling using the shadows and ended up outside of the cage. Not exactly right outside where he was supposed to be but farther away. His teachers were desperately looking for him but he immediately went home. Once he arrived his foster mother decided it was time to explain everything to him and immediately sent him to Camp Half-Blood where he stayed as a year-round camper and was claimed almost a year after arriving. [break][break]
Everything was... not so great, never has been for him but he managed to make some friends and somewhat get used to being a demigod. He excelled in swordsmanship and regular combat but sucked at archery and art. His ancient greek is pretty bad but it's something he just couldn't bother with. When he was 16 he and his friends were sent on a quest by Hades to retrieve something of Persephone.[break][break]
At the end of their seemingly successful quest, returning and making it out pretty much alive, not completely unhurt but alive and mostly in one piece, they encountered Echidna, mother of a lot of monsters who was seeking revenge from Nikolai after years. He could barely remember what he did to make her mad but she was kind enough to remind him. He thought he was safe because she was seeking him out and singled him out without the others knowing but the threat made by her which he thought was a joke or not going to happen was indeed made truth just shortly after. She had sent a flock of harpies after them which stuttered something about him having summoned them to kill his quest members. Of course, this wasn't the truth, this was all a ploy from Echidna herself just to avenge the past mistake he made. [break][break]
As they were injured and out of nectar and ambrosia they had no chance of winning against the flock of monster pigeons. It didn't take long for them to slaughter everyone but Nikolai because they spared him. He wasn't their target, no, it was everyone he loved and cared about. His friends agreed to come with him on this quest made by his father. Upon returning to camp, devastated and heavily traumatized, he was not given a chance to explain. Rumors had started spreading before he even came back and therefore, fingers were pointed at him for killing their friends and siblings. It was then that he started to hate his father for sending him on this stupid quest, the monster for her stupid revenge, and his friends, who he lost, for not being strong enough to fight against and survive as well as everyone who pointed the smallest finger at him. He started to hide, pushing everyone away and just keeping to himself. Camp was the only home he had and there was no way he could leave and live a normal life unless perhaps he went to the Underworld to live there. But that's something he didn't want to happen even if he dies. He would rather haunt the earth than stay in his father's realms. [break]
[ UMBRAKINESIS ] - Nikolai has the ability to summon, control, manipulate and travel through shadows and darkness. As a child of Hades this is the one power that comes very much naturally to him and sometimes unintended for example if he is in a bad mood or sad he calls upon darkness to cover him. He can hide using shadows by becoming part of it but he can also use it as some sort of weapon by bending and warping darkness and shadows into a blade-like form. However, the more power he uses the more energy it drains from him and this power usually works best when it's nighttime or if he's in dark rooms or spaces. During the day or with lights and no shadows available to him it is very hard to summon those. [break][break] [ NECROMANCY ] - As a child of Hades he has control over the dead and some monsters as well. While they don't necessarily always listen if he commands them (especially the more powerful ones), the more stupid ones can be persuaded into doing whatever he wishes them to do. He can see and talk to ghosts that wander around the earth and are in the Underworld but oftentimes he chooses to ignore them as they tend to pester him with wishes and favors. He can sense the death of someone nearby which usually shows by a painful tug on his heart. The closer someone is the more painful it is.
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.
