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.
The ability to keep a poker face came naturally to the son of Laverna, so he was still in full I-woke-up-like-this mode as he got up, dragging his limbs along to Hawke's bunk and running another hand through his hair, succeeding in making it more ruffled as he went. Her jab about him sleeping all day was met with a pointed yawn, clearly ignoring her opinion on his sleep schedule and hopefully waylaying any potential lecture he could possibly receive about his lack of effort in his duties. It wouldn't have mattered too much to Mateo, anyway, he'd heard it all about a thousand times before, from his Praetors but also from Hawke herself. He had long since learned to tune them out when they got into that mood.
Wrinkled. Hawke was worried about her hoodies being wrinkled. Mateo's mouth dropped open to comment about how wrinkles were the least of her hoodies' problems, when Hawke moved forward, passing him slightly - always needing to lead, Mateo didn't understand how anyone could put up with her competitiveness - and he caught sight of the glint of the industrial piercing in her ear. It had become a fascination for him to spy on what colour she decided to wear on whichever day. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud to anyone, of course. Mateo liked to put it down to knowing what other people held most valuable; after all, everyone had something, most had multiple somethings, and it always paid well for a thief to know which things were worth the most. It was not at all because there was something hot about the metal going through Hawke's cartilage.
Slightly distracted, Mateo finally pulled his attention away from the arrow piercing - silver today, his (favourite)... a shiny colour that glinted in the light - to contribute to the conversation in case Hawke caught his look at her ear. "No, I didn't see anyone," he answered truthfully. He was being completely honest; it wasn't like there was a mirror where he could see himself going to her bunk, after all. His answer (and his worry about her noticing his momentary delay in responding) turned out to be inconsequential as Hawke ignored him to fly on ahead to be the first to reach her bunk. Disgruntled, Mateo grumbled, "Not everything is a frigging race, Hawke. Calm down, people might think you're overcompensating."
Mateo ignored Hawke as she began rifling about in her own space, because apparently her own bunk was subject to the same high bar she had set for everyone else in their barrack. Mateo had half a mind to hand her a ruler as his offer to 'help', but ultimately decided to just stand there as though looking over her hoodies, before shrugging and nodding along with her. "Yeah, guess you're right, it's not there," he replied, not sounding the least bit concerned. Still with the same casual air, as though he hadn't just wasted Hawke's time by doing absolutely nothing, Mateo then continued on, "Might as well get back to my nap." And in so saying, the male demigod smirked at Hawke briefly before turning on his heel. As he walked back in the direction of his bunk, he pulled his arms up over his head and shifted side to side as he stretched, the movement causing the 'Hawke' emblazoned on the back of the stolen hoodie to taunt its rightful owner as its thief walked away with its prize on his shoulders.
Slightly disappointed evolved to slightly disgusted at the mention of deep pan. Mateo liked bread as much as anyone else, but pizza was supposed to be about the toppings. He didn't want to have to bite through layers of flavourless cooked dough with just a little bit of the flavour from the stuff that actually mattered. One corner of Mateo's lips pulled down even further as he cast her a doubtful look. "Sounds greasy and bland. I'm not sure we can be friends any more, Buckles." The deadpan delivery of the words was a contrast to the still-easy way he held himself, sat beside her and sharing her food. Celeste was probably one of the very few people Mateo would walk away from, because it just didn't feel right.
The topic of fears was met with another shrug from the son of Laverna. It was a reputation he had known he presented to everyone else, and he was fine with that, despite not having done it deliberately. Well, at least not when he first came to camp. He was just as nervous as all the other probatio, all the other teenagers who'd found themselves suddenly with an immortal family that was lifted straight from the pages of the history books. The only difference had been that Mateo hadn't let it get him down, and his sarcasm and gloomy expression had only made the others less likely to bother him. His genuine lack of consideration for the consequences of his actions had made him look fearless to others. Mateo knew he just honestly couldn't find it in himself to care.
His life had always been pretty normal - boring, even. He'd never had the kind of trauma that many of the others had experienced. His own father had been the one to bring him to the Wolf House because he'd been worried nothing was happening to Mateo. Meanwhile, people like Celeste had lost control of their powers with disastrous effect. Mateo didn't care about the repercussions of his actions because he'd always felt as though he was inconsequential when compared to others, and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. For him, it meant being able to get away with more. "Mind over matter, Buckles," he commented lightly. "If I was worried about being scared, then of course I'd be scared."
Convoluted logic, but it worked for him - he only wished it would work for her, too, not that he would ever want to discuss her history. It had been uncomfortable the first time around, all those emotions floating around him and trying his best to not be mean and leave her like he'd so wanted to, but also trying not to get sucked in to empathizing with her. Any kind of vulnerability - to himself, or from himself - was always met with a scowl and plenty of resistance. He'd done it once for Celeste, he wasn't in the particular mood to get into it again.
A smirk lightened the mood as Mateo assured the girl, "I'll get you out of the dungeons, even if I'm inside, too." An easy promise to make. After all, Celeste was quite right, he really was a ninja. Mateo liked to think he had mad skills. The mention of the Greeks put a frown back on his face, the lines creasing into his skin as he looked out over the forest again. "Well, that's a bit hypocritical; are they bullying their own friends because they're kids of Hephaestus? They're weird as f*ck. Sorting and judging demigods based on their godly parent? Bizarre." The son of Laverna shook his head, before swiping one more cut of jerky. He was still chewing on it when he pulled out the granola bar from his pocket, opening it and passing half to Celeste. "Don't pay attention to them, Buckles. Or actually, pay attention just enough to point him out to me next time. If you're building me a trophies box, it'll need filling." And with that snide comment, Mateo waggled his eyebrows at Celeste, smirking as he took a bite out of his half of the granola bar.
There were very few things more entertaining to Mateo than to piss other people off. At the bottom of that list were stuck up snobs and fellow Romans, then people in his own cohort, then the Praetors. What perhaps very few people knew was that there was one person even higher than the Praetors on Mateo's list, and that was his very own Centurion. He didn't know what it was about her that thrilled him no end whenever he did anything to irritate her. Perhaps it was because she always rose to the occasion, threatening various bodily injuries when they were both just legionnaires, to inflicting chores as punishment when she became a Centurion. Regardless of whatever psychology went into it, the bottom line remained: Mateo so dearly loved poking the proverbial dragon in the eye, and said proverbial dragon went by the name of Astrid Hawke.
One of the easiest things about Hawke was that she was a creature of order. She was fairly predictable - he had, after all, lived with her for years. He knew her routine day in, week out; month in, year out. It obviously didn't help that their lives didn't have all that much spice considering they were confined within Camp Jupiter's boundaries for most of the year (well, everyone else was confined; Mateo liked to skip the fence more often than not). And so it was that he knew some asinine mortal game was going to be the biggest thing in Hawke's calendar despite not being able to attend it, and he also knew there was one particular garish hoodie amongst her collection of garish hoodies that would be the star player of her day.
Said garish hoodie was currently being worn by a very smug male demigod lying under his covers, who was now pretending to wake up at the snap of his correctly-pronounced surname, because of course Hawke would know how to say it properly with the accents. The girl was crazy for correct everything. He'd nearly earned himself a verbal lashing once for coming in late to a Latin tutoring session, before he'd sworn them off forever. He'd been young and innocent back then. Apparently Hawke had remained the same - if anything, she was more hawk-like about his mistakes, and just basically him in general.
"Inside voice, Hawke," he admonished, rubbing blearily at his eyes and running a hand through his hair, completing the charade. With a put-upon sigh, Mateo slowly moved to get up, rolling over to the side of the bed before finally pushing the covers away to sit on the edge. Continuing the act of nonchalance, Mateo's voice was tired and casually conversational as he said, "C'mon, I'll help you look for it. Where did you see it last?"
Mateo's expression changed only infinitesimally at the mention of deep pan pizza. "No no, Buckles, you've got that wrong," he said, completely deadpan even as he popped another piece of jerky into his mouth. Strands of his hair shifted in the wind as he shook his head a little. "It's a thin crust pizza with extra cheese." The topic of good food had the son of Laverna wondering if he should sneak out of camp at some point tonight. It depended on what was for dinner, he supposed, and if the Praetors had found out about his shenanigans. He might not even make it out of tonight alive. Mateo only made an appreciative sound at the description of a good lasagna, and smirked as Celeste talked about sneaking out to New Rome. They thought quite similarly a few times.
The next piece of jerky between his fingers was another small one, so Mateo bent forward to hunch over the bag, shaking its contents to find a bigger piece. He shrugged carelessly at the mention of Dareios getting his dungeons. He was pretty sure that request would never actually come to fruition, although he did idly wonder if Dareios would request it again now that they had Greeks in their camp. "I'm not scared," he boasted loftily, being a bit extra for the amusement of Celeste. Mateo truly wasn't all that worried, but it was always fun to play the What If There Were Dungeons game. "It'll just mean I'll have to be extra sneaky around camp." And with that, Mateo wiggled his fingers in the direction of his companion as though showing off his magic.
A smirk appeared on Mateo's lips as he located an acceptable-sized piece of jerky and selected it. Celeste had always been humble about her demigod skills, and while that would have been irritating from another demigod, Mateo found it slightly endearing. Did he really just use that word? Gross. But Buckles had somehow become like a little sister he didn't find annoying, and perhaps that was because she always came across as a bit defenseless. Not that Mateo was the protective kind at all. Maybe it was just that defenseless vibe that had made him a bit more gentle in his interactions with her. When he had found out that she could probably quite literally barbecue him with her powers, he had decided that was the reason he hadn't told her to bugger off yet.
"You'll be fine, Buckles, I have full faith you can get me out of Dareios' dungeons." It was said without much inflection, almost long-sufferingly, as though it was something the son of Laverna had said a few times before. He glanced back out over the view as he continued to munch through the snacks, letting Celeste chat beside him about always having food and making him a box for his trophies, grinning at her ideas every now and then. He was still quite nonchalant and only a little curious when Celeste mentioned a Greek camper giving her a bit of grief. Mateo wasn't one to fight other people's battles - he hardly fought on his own - but he prodded her a bit further about the incident. "What happened? You should have singed his eyebrows off, given him a little warning."
He wasn't much of a sweet guy himself, and there were only very few and far between occasions when he indulged in chocolate. But he knew Buckles was different than him, and when she turned to look at him expectantly with a grin on her face about marshmallows, Mateo decided to give her a small nod and grin in response. He had no strong feelings about marshmallows himself, but he always tried not to burst Celeste's bubble. Unless he was feeling vindictive, of course, but the girl was usually nice and didn't intrude on his personal space when she knew he was in a horrible mood - it was why he at least tried to be somewhat human around her. Even the chef's kiss and she smile she threw his way when talking about gyro was met with a lazy smirk in return. "Nah, I haven't, but I think I'm okay with pizza and pasta. Italian for life!"
His grin became more genuine as Celeste talked about how Dareios would react if the Praetor found out it had been Mateo who locked him into his own bedroom. The gap between his eyebrows lowered even as the smirk widened on his lips as though he couldn't quite believe the words coming out of the girl's mouth. "Dareios shackling me to a wall? That's a weird kink, Buckles, don't objectify us like that," Mateo teased mercilessly, chuckling as he did so. It was the most cheerful he'd been all morning, even after he'd pulled off his prank.
He even scrunched his nose slightly and the grin remained on his face as he shook his head at her mentioning she'd miss his face. If that came from any other girl, Mateo would have ditched them immediately in that mood, unsociable as he was feeling. When it came from Celeste, it was easy to just continue on teasing her. "Too late," he replied loftily, "I've seared it into my brain forever. Now I know you'll always come to rescue me from Dareios and his wall of shackles."
Their shared little high ebbed naturally into a comfortable pensiveness as his barrack-mate commented on the view. It really was quite pretty, although Mateo hadn't actually sought this spot for it. More than anything, he chose to hide away in this spot because not very many demigods came this way; it was peaceful in a way that nowhere else was. Even during the few years he could remember in a mortal elementary school, he'd always chosen to hang out in an out-of-the-way place away from everyone else, and that had been before he'd even known he was different.
The son of Laverna was pulled out of his thoughts when his companion pulled out food. "Yesss, I knew you'd pull through, Buckles." He adjusted his position to accept the offerings, before remembering that he was supposed to be a friend and instead placing the little baggy of jerky between them to share. A strip of meat was pulled out almost immediately and disappeared into his mouth, even as he smoothly pocketed the granola bar. It was gone so quick, the stealthy move practically a reflex for him by this point. A short bark of laughter interrupted one bite of jerky from the next. "Thanks, I'll think about it. If I end up keeping them, I kinda like them as doorknobs. Memories of a good prank and all that. You can have it if you want, though."
As Celeste talked about her being his friend, he only shrugged one shoulder casually. Truthfully, he didn't much enjoy these types of conversations, but he didn't exactly want to run Celeste off completely. Especially not when she'd so freely given him food. "Sure, but I'm fine." Better they talk about anyone else rather than him, so Mateo turned the subject around as quickly as he could. "Are you okay, Buck? Any of the Greeks giving you a rough time?"
The sound of a voice above him had Mateo's eyes snapping open, ready to glare the intruder away, before the familiarity of the female tone washed over him. He was still - inexplicably - in his worsening mood, but he'd be nice and tone it down for Celeste. His friendship with this girl was unusual and definitely unexpected on his part - he didn't make a lot of female friends because they tended to try and fix him, or become offended by his insults when he was in a particularly horrible mood. He didn't know what it was about the daughter of Vulcan - maybe it was because of the ever-present thread that his bed could be set on fire while he slept. Not that he thought Celeste would ever do anything like that.
He glanced up at her, but his expression did not change before he turned his eyes back to the forest. "Hey Buckles," he deigned to reply, his voice flat and unenthusiastic. "Barbecue any Greeks lately?" Hey, at least Mateo wasn't biting anyone's head off for disturbing his peace. That sort of reaction would have been only too usual for the son of Laverna. He shuffled a little as Celeste sat down beside him, content in the company he hadn't asked for. The back of his head had just returned to their rest against the pillar, his eyes closed, when Celeste told him about the effects of his thievery. A slow smirk and a sharp exhale through his nose was the only show of his amusement, but even hearing about their Praetor likely on the warpath for the prank hardly lifted his spirits. At least Mateo had left no evidence behind that he was the perpetrator, and at least it had only been one Praetor caught so far. Idly, he wondered if Dareios would have the presence of mind to save Morrigan from falling into a similar fate.
One eye cracked open to look sideways at his companion, sharing the grin with her as thanks for bringing him the news, even though he hadn't cared before she'd told him. "If you don't see me at dinner, it's because Dareios has finally gotten his way about the dungeons and I'm the first prisoner. I'd be honoured." The small amount of mirth on his face dripped away as he adjusted the angle of his head so it was resting comfortably against the pillar once again. The mention of dinner had reminded him he'd skipped lunch to exact his plan, and now he was feeling a little hollow. "D'you have any food? I'll pay you in doorknobs. You can probably sell them for a good price."
Despite what a lot of people thought, Mateo didn't do everything out of malice or spite. Sure, he was plenty capable of being malicious or spiteful, but stealing, lying, cheating? All of his favourite hobbies were out of his own personal enjoyment rather than caring about how it affected others. He was pretty selfish, and anyone implying that he caused chaos around camp for anything other than his own self-satisfaction was putting too much expectation on him.
For example, stealing the inside doorknobs of the Praetors' private quarters was purely because he thought it would be pretty freaking hilarious.
The adrenaline rush had been a welcome addition in his veins. He preferred that to coffee in the mornings to really wake him up. Of course, as with all drug-like euphoria, it had been short-lived, so Mateo found himself behind the temple of Bellona, staring out over the Little Tiber. As he rested his back against a stone pillar, Mateo pulled the two ornate doorknobs from inside his jacket pocket and tossed them haphazardly to the side. They were no longer of any importance to the demigod. He hadn't even stayed to watch anyone's reactions. It hadn't mattered approximately ten minutes after the heist had been completed.
With a small sigh, Mateo leaned his head back against the pillar as well, even as he kept his eyes on the horizon. He'd never been too much a fan of crowds, and the sudden influx of Greek campers had set his teeth on edge and soured his mood considerably. They were all so weak and stumbling and staring about wide-eyed at Camp Jupiter as though they'd never seen anything like it with equal parts horror and awe. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might just pop straight out of his sockets. He'd needed to escape. Electric blue eyes glinted in the sun as he pondered the forest beneath him.
[ FLIRT ] - the first thing anyone will tell you about mateo is that he's a flirt. he has a smirk that could charm the pants off girls, and coupled with the fact that he's a bit moody, it makes him a bit of an enigma that attracts girls who think they want a try at cracking him and figuring out his mystery. mateo is enough of a flirt that he encourages and invites them to do so, but would never actually let them in past his defenses. he is also unable to stick to one girl due to commitment issues, so he has been caught in a few teenage dramas since his younger years. he's never bothered by it, and it's just part of who he is and what he does. [break][break] [ BROODY ] - and moody, mateo has his good days and his more turbulent days. it's not because of anything in his history or his thoughts or anything - it's just part of his personality. he's hot and cold to everyone, including his best friends and his various flavours of the month. he's the kind of guy who would text you into the night one day, then completely ignore your messages the next. he's the kind of guy your girl friends would tell you to stay away from, but the kind of girls he attracts are the ones who tell their friends 'no, maybe he's worth it' or 'maybe i can fix him'. (note: you can't, but that's not stopped the girls before.) [break][break] [ SILVERTONGUE ] - this boy lies as easily as he breathes. he doesn't even need to think about it half the time, the words just tumble out of his mouth as though it were his truth. he does work best with white lies, or stretching the truth, and he tries his best not to tell really extravagant lies, because he doesn't ever want to be caught out. he can't stand the feeling of being caught lying about important things - and girls aren't one of those things. he doesn't create lies to make himself better, really, he just lies a lot about other things. [break][break] [ STICKY HANDS ] - he's better than any mercury camper at stealing things, and a lot of the time he steals things just because he can. sometimes it's like he can't help himself, putting things that aren't things in his pockets without even meaning to. he tries not to think that he has an addiction to the feeling of stealing, because it's not like he gets a feeling of a rush or a release for stealing little things like what his brother tells him is a sign of kleptomania.
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MOTHER : Laverna, goddess of thieves, cheats, and the underworld[break] FATHER : Žak Kerčić (mortal)[break] SIBLINGS : Oskar Kerčić, fourth cohort, thirty (new rome)[break] [break] CLAIMED : Yes[break] YEARS AT CAMP : Six years[break] [break] Žak used to be a professional athlete, which had caught the attention of a goddess earlier in his life, an event that gave him his first son Oskar. The father and son duo weren't particularly close, what with Žak's career booming, he didn't need his son tagging along to every event. Oskar grew up with his grandmother and aunt, and continued to do so even when Žak's career took a nose-dive when he damaged his knee beyond the point of rehabilitation. Žak would never be able to play his sport ever again. [break][break] The depression of failure at the peak of his career had Žak turning to drugs and alcohol to cope, leaving his young son to the care of his mother and sister full time. Which was just as well, because the environment at Žak's house was not ideal for the growing boy. By the time Oskar was nine, he had only seen his father about ten times in his life after he had been dropped off at his grandmother's to live with her full time when he was three. Needless to say, Žak and Oskar had never developed any sort of father-son bond. [break][break] Ten years after Oskar was born, Žak's life was a complete 180. No longer was he the professional athlete that had caught Oskar's mother's eye. No longer was he at the peak of health and wealth, with his posters smiling down at the lesser people from the billboards advertising his successes. No longer was he the man envied and admired by many. Žak was a washed up, heavy-lidded man with a bit of a paunch, the re-tailored Italian suits and ostentatious gold rings the only remainder of his previous life. [break][break] At that stage of his life, Žak had moved his career to the underbelly of society, doing a few nefarious and definitely illegal things to support his lifestyle. He definitely didn't know what it was about the beautiful woman eyeing him from the shadows of a bar he had ventured into, but it was practically like she was calling him to her. This time, he kept the son he was presented by yet another goddess. Mateo was raised by his father in his own home, and his childhood was vastly different from that of his older brother's. [break][break] Žak had company often at their house, so Mateo was exposed to his father's co-conspirators early in his childhood. Like any other child, he was easily impressed by his father and his father's work, so Mateo aspired to be just like his father when he grew up. For his part, Žak admired his younger boy and raved about him often, showing anyone who visited just how well Mateo could lift things out of their pockets without them knowing. [break][break] When Oskar was fourteen and Mateo was four, Žak was called by his mother that Oskar was headed for the Wolf-House after being attacked by a monster at school. Žak could hardly care less about his older son, but he resolved to keep an eye on Mateo in case anything decided to attack him. But Žak didn't have to worry about anything, because nothing attacked Mateo ever. In fact, he had to be brought to to the Wolf-House by his father when he was fourteen because Žak was getting worried that something worse was going to happen if he let Mateo be. [break][break] Mateo did passably well at the Wolf-House, although Lupa had sneered at him that his brother had been much better at combat at the same age than Mateo was. Not that it bothered Mateo; he hardly knew his older brother and hardly ever saw him throughout his childhood. By the time he entered Camp Jupiter, Oskar was already out in New Rome, so it wasn't like they could bond even if they wanted to. And Mateo didn't particularly want to, so it didn't even matter. [break][break] His life at camp was filled with combat training and Latin classes, and flirting with girls and hanging out with his best friend during their breaks. The last two things often extended into the night, and Mateo was fine with how everything fit in his days and nights. His flirty ways, his cheating and lying, and his thieving filled his life with endless drama in between surviving combat training and marching drills. But that was just the way he liked his life.
[ CHARMING ] - mateo would consider charm a strength of his. with his slick words and easy smirk, mateo can get into places where he probably shouldn't be allowed in, or get away with things that he probably shouldn't be able to get away with. it's a skill he definitely uses to his advantage wherever he can, but he can realise when charm won't be useful, and then he won't bother trying. [break][break] [ THIEF ] - both a strength and a weakness, mateo can lift just about anything without anyone noticing, but it can be a weakness when he fixates on something that isn't his. it doesn't happen often, because he refuses to think that he's got kleptomania, and there's nothing or no one specific when it comes to his targets - he just takes what he can from whoever he can. [break][break] [ CHEAT ] - like the previous ability, cheating is both a strength and a weakness for mateo. he's good at it, hence it's a strength, but because he can't always help himself from cheating, even in scenarios where he probably doesn't need to, it's also a weakness. like lying, mateo doesn't want to be caught doing it, so he cheats in ways he can get away with. [break][break] [ MINOR UMBRAKINESIS ] - as the son of a goddess of the underworld, who deals with the underbelly of society, mateo also has minor umbrakinesis. for the most part, it helps hide him better when there is already a fair amount of darkness and all he has to do is pull it over him to hide his activities. he is completely unable to do anything on a bright sunny day, and his powers work best at night.
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