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.
This was babysitting, and Wolf was very unimpressed with his lot in life. For one, he was a second cohort Centurion, so why on earth was he in charge of cleaning out the Greek cohort barracks to get any straggling or still sleeping campers to go to marching drills? Most of the Greeks had been here for at least a month now; they all knew what was required of them by now. The legionnaires may have been lenient at first, but the Greeks were expected to fall in rank and file just like the rest of Camp Jupiter. They wouldn't be getting any sort of special treatment just because they were Greeks. If they were going to seek refuge in Camp Jupiter, then they best fall in with the rest of the legionnaires. It was only fair considering the level of protection the Romans provided them, not to mention the free food and a roof over their heads. The Greeks had their own barracks, for goodness' sake.
Wolf knew that clean up / babysitting duty was rostered so all the Centurions had to take turns to do it, at least until a consistent level of finding the Greek barracks empty at 5AM. The son of Trivia so hoped that day would come soon; even though his turn was only once every ten days, that was still one day too many. Surely if the Greeks could survive a cross-country trip, they could manage to not miss the loud bugle every morning? Surely they would understand what it meant? Surely they would heed its call knowing what punishment awaited them if they didn't?
With an ugly expression on his face and a cold light in his eyes, Wolf rounded the corner and entered the Greek cohort barracks. He was not going to be gentle about checking for any late campers; he most certainly was not going to walk around checking every bunk bed like some sort of counselor. He was a Centurion, he had far more important things to be doing than this. He'd even face the ramifications of his curse - literally anything was better than this. Impatient and aggressive, in the mood to pick a fight, Wolf sent out a pulse of magic into the barracks. It ruffled loose papers and blankets on beds that weren't made, and would be enough to jolt a sleeping camper into sudden alertness if there were any in there. The usual ink-black feathers appeared on both of Wolf's arms, and he eyed them with disgust before folding his arms across his chest. It was worth it, he told himself, before pushing the matter out of his mind as he looked for movement stirring within the Greek barracks.
He should have known who was the medic on duty. For one, Noah hardly ever left the medic's tent because he didn't have a life. For two, only one medic would have some f-cking classical music playing while on duty, and that was his most irritating co-Centurion. Wolf wanted to call out to those legionnaires who'd brought him in to take him back out and dump him where they'd found him; the cold forest floor was much more preferable to having to deal with Noah healing him of all people. Already, the piano notes of whatever the heck Noah decided would be 'bedside muzak' for today was giving Wolf a headache, and considering he was pretty sure he'd nearly split his brain in two for that stunt with his magic, it was a testament to just how irritating he found Noah's music.
He tried to ignore it, he really did, and it should have been easy considering how heavy and tired his body and his brain felt. The son of Trivia heard the other demigod make his way over to him, and Wolf cracked his eyes open a slit, very deliberately and obviously eyeing the tea being offered to him, before pointedly closing his eyes again. Tea, like some British mu-fu. Wolf was so unimpressed by the whole thing that he didn't even deign to respond to Noah's jibe about his thick skull and what went on in there. He didn't find the need to explain himself to anyone, ever, much less the tea-wielding, classical-music-listening son of Apollo at his bed side who was apparently now trying to get him to ingest said tea through his nose now.
The classical piece in the background increased in tempo, multiple notes rising in a crescendo, and Wolf found his temper rising above his dazed state. "Can you turn that--" His chosen swear word was drowned out by the entrance of a brass section, and Wolf seriously considered throttling his co-Centurion. He'd probably lose his own position if he actually did manage to end up killing Noah, but Wolf was starting to think it was worth it, if only to get the son of Apollo's infernal music to stop.
As though taunting him, the musical piece continued on its merry journey, and in his fury, Wolf sat up, ignoring the complaints of his body; mind over matter and all that. Gesturing to the direction of whatever device Noah had set up in the corner, Wolf's eyes were crazed as they turned to his fellow legionnaire. "I swear to any god you hold sacred, I will blast that--" Another blast of brass fanfare interrupted his swear word again, and Wolf actually made to stand up, fury making his limbs react jerkily, his curly blond hair looking like he'd stuck his finger into a socket.
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?"
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.
A small, steady stream of blood began from the male demigod's nose as he focused, one arm held up in front of him as he fought to close the barrier around Camp Jupiter. The tendrils of magic knitted together easily enough, but it was the opportunistic monster that lay just beyond that was harder to keep at bay. It was fighting against Wolf's control of it, striving to move forward even as his telekinesis kept it in place. It was getting desperate as the barrier began to close, and the surge of its strength was met with Wolf's own as he doubled down on the magic he was exerting on the creature. He could have called on help from the other guards just a few metres away, of course, but Wolf believed he could do it. He was a centurion now, possibly the most powerful magic user in the legion; he didn't need anybody's help.
Finally, the barrier closed and the monster dropped to the ground outside the protective enchantment. Wolf, too, collapsed, energy completely spent and the bottom of half of his face now covered in blood. As he kneeled on the ground, half bent over like a tree thrown down by a gale, he heard the other guards move towards him in a rush. Their steps caused the sound of crunching leaves to echo around the dark forest.
"... could have asked for help!"
"... arrogant f*cker, leave him there..."
"... help me get him up, we'll bring him..."
"... don't see why we have to, he did this to himself..."
Dazed, Wolf felt rather than saw two legionnaires converge upon him, each taking one of his arms and wrapping it around their shoulders in a group effort to get him to get him to stand. But he'd lost too much energy and maybe too much blood to be of any help to them. His leather boots dragged on the forest floor - he was taller than a lot of people in camp - and his head lolled forwards, unsupported, blond hair a bit dirty from the scuffle with the monster earlier in the night. Quickly, the guards half-dragged his semi-conscious body to the infirmary, cursing him out most of the way there.
"Medic!" one of them yelled out when they were a few metres away from the infirmary. "Medic, we've got a gluteus maximus of a centurion here who tried to play hero!" Wolf wanted to tell them he didn't care a rat's gluteus maximus about the protection of camp or even the protection of the guards, all he'd wanted was to push his magic to its limits again. Stopping a charging monster with nothing but telekinesis while also fixing a magical barrier seemed like the perfect exercise.
Another pair of hands helped bring him inside the building and onto a bed. The next thing Wolf knew, he was looking up at the ceiling as the medic on duty bustled around him. The guards had left to go back to their post, but not before another couple of jabs at Wolf. Wasted their breath - Wolf was a little too out of it to pay them any attention, and even if he had been lucid enough, he sure as heck wouldn't have cared.
NAME: Callum Cypher (set name for plot-based purposes) AGE: Semi-open GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Open
PLAYBY: Dylan O'Brien PARENTAGE: Roman (Vulcan / anyone fire-related) POSITION: Open (any cohort, probatio / legionnaire)
YEARS OF IN CJ: Three years
PERSONALITY TRAITS:
sarcastic
well-meaning
loyal
long-suffering, puts up with a lot
thick skin
smart, witty
very aware of his own weakness, but doesn't let it get him down
not exactly a warrior
team player
funny guy
doesn't take anything Wolf says personally
Stiles Stilinski
NOTES: Based on Stiles Stilinski as Calcifer from Howl's Moving Castle, basically. Has some sort of magical affliction that Wolf has to continuously heal with magic to keep him alive. By the way, good luck surviving with Wolf as your best friend.
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REFERENCES: Stiles video compilations on YT: 1 | 2 | i mean there are many
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[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]STATUS // centurion
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]SEXUALITY // hetero
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY
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[ ARROGANT ] - wolf thinks he's right, in pretty much any and every scenario. he's pretty smart, and cunning, and powerful for a demigod, so he thinks this gives him plenty of reason to be condescending to others. he's also impatient - when he sees the clear and obvious answer, he can't wait around for other people to reach the same conclusion as him. he's stubborn and argumentative, and won't back down from his opinion - and wolf's a bit of a sore loser. he overestimates his own intelligence and ability, and this gets him into trouble a lot. irritatingly, though, the guy is right a lot of the time. [break][break] [ VAIN ] - as with his firm belief in his own intelligence and capabilities, wolf also thinks quite highly of his own looks. he doesn't really care if other people find him attractive or not, because he's not the kind of person who relies on validation from others. he also doesn't really care if girls pursue him or not - especially if he feels a girl isn't 'in his league'. the main effect of his vanity is that he thinks he's superior in this area as well. he does take care of his hair and his face, but not really to the point where others might mock him about taking too long in the baths. [break][break] [ HEARTLESS ] - to be quite honest, wolf is incapable of thinking of anyone but himself. he's rude and selfish, and can't sympathise, much less empathise. he has no cares for the troubles or pains of others, except for perhaps the very few friends he has. he will gladly sacrifice or step on others in his pursuit of glory, and does not really have a moral compass. if he sees his goal, he will stop at nothing to get there, even if it means hurting others. his friends often have to remind him of when he has to be more socially adept, like when it might be a good idea to apologise. it is primarily this quality that resulted in the curse that was placed on him. [break][break] [ RECKLESS ] - because of his arrogance and his bullheadedness, wolf tends to get into things face-first. he doesn't wait for anyone else; if he thinks he has a solution, he will march on ahead, even if it might be to the detriment of others. wolf's plan is usually "charge", and he doesn't care if others would disagree. he also used to push the limits of his powers, not caring in the least if it would tire him out quicker - his own inflated belief in himself usually meant he'd suddenly collapse after burning out. even now, with his cursed state, he still edges along and pushes the limits of what he can and can't do. [break][break] [ POSSESSIVE ] - wolf likes what's his, and because he is selfish, he doesn't like to share. this makes him possessive, but not necessarily just of his material things. he's possessive over his style, over his uniqueness and abilities. he is possessive of his independence, but also of the few friends he has, and he is possessive about the position he feels he occupies in society and the respect he feels he deserves. he is possessive of attention, as he can't stand being dismissed or ignored when he demands to be in the centre of things.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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[ FATHER ] - axel kühn, mortal, researcher and controversial media personality[break] [ MOTHER ] - trivia, goddess of magic, witchcraft, necromancy, and the night[break] [ SIBLINGS ] - n/a[break][break] Claimed: Yes[break] Years at camp: Seven[break][break] It was a twist of irony that Axel Kühn, a self-professed conspiracy theorist 'debunker', would find himself attracted to the uncontrollable force of magic that was Trivia. Perhaps she had decided to play around with the mortal man to humble him and show him he did not in fact have all logic when it came to the unexplained. Maybe she wanted him to struggle with raising a 'freak' son who defied everything the unbeliever mortal knew. No matter Trivia's true reasons for consorting with Axel, she left him with a big problem: how to raise a demigod. [break][break] Wolf's parentage and inexplicable abilities caused him to be hidden by his father pretty much ever since he was born. Axel never interacted with his son, only with the (lline of) nannies that had been hired to look after Wolf. Wolf's birthdays were never celebrated, and when he started displaying magic at seven, even the nannies were ceased in fear of the information being leaked that his son was different. Axel's biggest problem became his biggest secret, and he hid Wolf not because he loved his son, but because he was afraid what it would do to his reputation.[break][break] The young demigod therefore learned everything on his own. The few nannies he'd had had taught him the basics in reading, writing, and maths, and Wolf sought to teach himself from then. It was a difficult and long road, but Wolf was determined. Besides, he didn't exactly have a lot else to do. Day in, day out, from the moment he woke to the moment he went to sleep, Wolf studied and practiced his magic. It was this isolation that caused him to have little regard for others' feelings, and why he had never needed anyone else. He was raised with no companions except his own self, with no goals or dreams or progress planned for him, so Wolf took control of is own life and lived by his own rules, even if it was in the prison his father made him. The boy was determined at the very least to be smart and resourceful, if only to spite his father.[break][break] He was fourteen when he first lost control of his magic. Even at that age, he already had an inflated sense of ego, having never had others to compare himself with, or bring him back down to earth. That was the day Wolf decided to break out of his prison and fracking near exploded the house with himself in it. The firefighters and police blamed it on a gas leak, but Axel wasn't fooled in the least. While Wolf was in the hospital being treated for his injuries (they had to sedate him because he'd reacted like a wild animal, being surrounded by all these people in masks and surgery coats), Trivia visited Axel about her son's predicament. She had not been happy about how Wolf had been treated.[break][break] When Wolf was discharged, he was brought by his father straight to the Wolf House. The man never spoke a word to his son for the whole car ride, and that was just fine by Wolf. He exited the vehicle and never looked back; he didn't even ask his father what he was doing here. Anywhere else was better than anything with Axel, as far as Wolf was concerned. And so he stepped into the Wolf House with no expectations.[break][break] Due to his own training with his magic, Wolf did well enough in that regard, but the physical training was difficult. He'd never had anywhere to run before, so physical activity strained him. His muscles were weak and his lungs laboured. In the early days, Wolf had been so frustrated by this unexpected roadblock that he often lashed out at Lupa with his magic. She had taken it in stride, of course, and only forced him harder with his combat training. Wolf had resented her for a while, before he realised he truly progressed under her harsh tutelage. After all, Wolf had never shied away from anything that involved making him the best - physical combat was just another thing he had to conquer.[break][break] Finally, he graduated from the Wolf House and he made his way to Camp Jupiter with recommendation for Second Cohort. The transition from his home life to the Wolf House to the legion was not smooth. Wolf did not have any social skills, and he had to learn the hard way how to interact with others. The Romans were not very forgiving when it came to his trash talk and his bragging, so Wolf learned to internalise that behaviour. He never stopped thinking he was better than others, he just preferred to show rather than tell, and when he showed, he was not in the least bit kind about it. It wasn't really all that difficult to figure out who his parent was, considering his magical abilities, but he was not claimed by his mother for months.[break][break] He had already been a legionnaire for four years when he was sent out to collect a demigod. The boy, Callum, had been horribly injured, and while Wolf was not particularly sympathetic to the other boy's pain, Wolf was determined not to fail in his task. Wolf was no healer, but he worked some magic to keep Callum's injuries to a minimum, at least enough to get him to camp. (Wolf was not mindful in the least about how he brought Callum to the legion.) Only when the boy was brought to the infirmary and the healers had a look at him that they concluded his injury was magical, and the only reason it had healed for that short period of time was because Wolf had been the one to find him. [break]][break] Care for Callum therefore rested on Wolf, to his annoyance, and when it became clear that the injury was practically a disease that couldn't be completely healed, Wolf was furious. Mostly because it was something he couldn't accomplish, but also because he was now stuck with having to look after someone else. A big part of him wanted to leave Callum to his fate, but his Praetors - and eventually even the administration in New Rome - refused to let him. In a twist of fate, the female centurion of their cohort left camp for New Rome, and Wolf seized the opportunity. He demanded that he be made centurion in exchange for keeping Callum alive. Wolf was pretty sure he'd have been decked for his impunity, but eventually (and perhaps with a lot of debate) his Praetors relented and he was awarded his position.[break][break] Most unfortunately for him, Callum has never left his side since.[break][break] Callum was with Wolf when they went on a quest to find a missing legionnaire. Their travels took them to Circe's Island, where they found out the legionnaire had been turned into a dog somewhere amongst Circe's menagerie. Never having all that much tact, Wolf decided the best way to get the legionnaire back and complete the mission was to simply walk in and get him out. Unsurprisingly, they were caught by Circe, and Wolf's complete lack of social graces (and arrogantly deciding he could fight her for the legionnaire) infuriated Circe to the point that she placed a curse on him. A slow one, meant to humiliate and debilitate Wolf, and taking away his greatest pride and joy: his magic. Circe couldn't outright remove his magic, of course, but she made it so that every spell he cast caused him to slowly turn into a huge, winged beast.[break][break] Wolf had never been particularly close to his mother, so imagine his surprise when Trivia herself arrived in camp when they finally made it home. Upon finding out from her son about the curse, Trivia decided to enact revenge herself. Wolf doesn't know the specifics, but he does know his mother went on a rampage, spitting fire about getting her own back on one of Circe's children. From then on, Wolf made sure to always thank his mother during meal times; he could support a vengeful goddess who had his back.[break][break] Nowadays, Wolf is in an even worse mood than usual due to his curse. Healing Callum every week takes up a fair portion of his allotted magic, but he can't renege on his deal with the Praetors or else he would lose his position. Wolf had had enough humiliation with Circe's curse without being demoted. And so he continues to live his days, rationing his magic as best as he can, as the embers of his rage fester within him. One day, he was going to make Circe pay.
[ MYSTIOKINESIS ] - wolf's main power is mystiokinesis. it is a huge part of his life, as he has been able to tap into his magic deliberately since he was very young. he can move things with a flick of his fingers, make things explode, and various other material manipulations. he has minor control over the elements - he can light torches with his hand, create controlled snowfall etc - but has better control over 'space'. he can create strong magical barriers and with a bit of umbrakinesis, can create 'cloaks of darkness' to hide himself and / or others. he can manipulate force to strike invisibly against an opponent (like an invisible punch to the chest), and can simply throw enemies using a form of telekinesis. he can disguise things as other things, or make them 'disappear', or create what he calls Shades of people or things, like a hologram of something that isn't really there. [break][break] weaknesses: he can't make something real out of nothing, ie he can't make a real, edible buffet from thin air. he can make a Shade of it, but it is nothing more than an illusion. as with all demigod abilities, every time he pulls on his magic, he pays for it in energy. the longer or more difficult his spell is, the faster he runs out of stamina. because he overestimates himself, he has passed out many times from overexertion, and / or had blood drip from his nose due to the sheer willpower he uses to keep the spell going. [break][break] curse: wolf's curse causes him to slowly change into a huge winged beast. every time he casts a spell, no matter how small, a part of him will grow feathers - larger and longer spells causes his body parts to actually change into a man-sized bird's, with talons and beak and wings. after a while, he does slowly turn back into a human, but the longer the curse festers in his body, the longer and slower it takes to turn back into his demigod self. no one yet knows if he can turn back to human if he completes his shift into a beast, and this is the first and only thing in his life that wolf doesn't want to risk. [break][break] [ MIST CONTROL ] - a useful ability in quests but not so much within camp, wolf can manipulate the mist, and he does this pretty well. his skill in creating illusions for mortals only grew when he became a legionnaire and was regularly sent out on quests - practicing on unsuspecting mortals became a bit of a game for wolf during that time. [break][break] [ MINOR NECROMANCY ] - as child of the goddess of ghosts, wolf has a minor ability to summon the dead. he doesn't particularly enjoy using it, and really only does it if he feels it is the best idea in a fight, maybe as a distraction or to tire someone out. for sure, wolf has no desire to communicate with them. he does see ghosts sometimes, but he prefers not to look or interact with them at all.
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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.
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