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"] It was a nice early evening. This part of Camp Jupiter appeared to be less crowded than others and Cecily found herself alone in a staring match with a rose bush. Its flower buds a deep, dark crimson. The young demigod had been admiring the gardens ever since arriving at this foreign camp where everything seemed to be ruled by violence and bloodshed, two things Cecily could live without just fine. Camp Half-Blood had seemed like a heavenly hippy camp in comparison minus the occasional Ares camper.
The sun was setting, throwing a blanket of fire across the sky. Violet and pink hues danced across the incoming dusk, and soon all the color would be stripped away from it, turning the skies and inevitable black. The brunette slipped out of her largely oversized denim jacket which she had borrowed from one of her former Hermes cabin mates since running from the chaos at Camp Half-Blood unexpectedly didn’t leave her with the option to take her things with her.
Delicate fingers brushed against a single white rose, lost amidst the crowd of reds. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. It reminded Cecily of herself. Unclaimed, not fitting in with the crowd, pretty much lost. But there was always a light in the dark. Et lux in tenebris lucet. Now all of the Greek demigods were just the same. Not fitting in with the way of the Romans. Although, she figured that most could sooner or later adapt. She wasn’t too sure about herself. Was this a new beginning? A new start? Another try?
Cecily leaned forward, emerald eyes focusing on the rose. Unlike the others it hadn’t bloomed yet, so she made it her duty to help. She cupped the flower, carefully, barely touching the soft petals. Bloom, bloom, bloom. She repeated inside her head, unsure if it was going to work at all. The lack of knowledge about her godly parent hadn’t been helping with the whole possible abilities issue. Not to mention control.
Slowly, the petals twitched, until they finally spread outwards - the bud transforming into a flower. Cecily smiled at her achievement, feeling proud, and within just a moment it dropped from her face as she watched the flower turn color, the alabaster fading into a beige, a brown, and ultimately black. It drooped and then irrevocably severed itself from the stem, falling to the ground. Her eyes followed the dead flower as it fell, resting on the leftover of a previously healthy plant as it lay on the dirt.
Upset, the girl dropped into a crouch, hand lashing out at the remaining roses. Immediately, she retrieved her hand after hitting the thorns, a quiet sob escaping her lips out of frustration. She only wanted to help. Instead, she did the opposite and killed the flower. If only she had left it alone and stopped at admiring it from a distance.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Cecily had managed to somehow climb up a lot higher than she had anticipated to. She was quite sure to fall at any given moment, be it by tripping over her own feet, or because a branch would give in… not necessarily because of her weight but more by the works of her power. She feared that she might accidentally use it unbeknownst to her, to make the branch speed up aging until it would wither and ultimately break underneath her feet. Those powers of hers which she wasn’t even sure of how they worked, had been more useless than anything else. They did not grant her the honor of getting claimed by her parent (yet), nor did they help with gaining some respect within the ranks of the demigods at camp.
Green eyes looked up at the light glowing through the leaves and branches, determined to hurry so it could join the others and not get left out… like herself. It was enough reason to climb up further if it hadn’t been for the voice calling up to her from somewhere on the ground. Her fingers wrapped around a branch next to her, the other hand placed firmly on the bark of the tree. She blinked, moving just slightly to the side to find the person who had talked to her.
"Umm, no. I got this. Unless… you happen to be able to fly up there?" she replied, a shy laugh escaping her lips as if her question was a ridiculous one to ask. She was not really serious about it but one could never know. Having seen campers float at Camp Half-Blood, although she was pretty sure someone once told her those were children of Zeus, it all made sense. Her gaze moved between the guy and the lantern, rosy lips pressed together as she thought of a way to retrieve it.
Letting go of the branch she pointed towards the light before looking back down at him. "Someone’s lantern got stuck in the tree," Cecily called down, before having the splendid idea of lifting the heels of her feet to tiptoe on the branch she was standing on. Reaching up at the branch above her she shook it in a futile attempt to loosen it, hoping it might just fall out of the tree’s grasp.
It didn’t move. Not even a millimeter. A handful of leaves fell from the branches above, a few finding their way into her dark waves. She gave it another shake, putting a bit more strength into it - which wasn't a lot, but the tree's grasp on the lantern was too tight that nothing helped to free it. Giving up on that method she blew a strand of her out of her face, holding on to the tree. "I can't reach it! Whoever this belongs to would be so heartbroken if they knew it never made its way up."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The number of times Cecily had fallen on her butt today was somewhere between twenty and fifty. She was pretty sure it was all bruised by now, which wasn't the most pleasant thought to have. Her legs were tired and her arms were sore from lifting the heavy sword. She was certain the blade wasn't fit for her small hand, or her height, at all. It didn't seem to feel right. But maybe that was just her in general. She didn't seem to fit in with the demigods, let alone the Roman ones. Camp life at Camp Half-Blood was already aberrant to her and she had such a hard time fitting in with anyone. Not having been claimed by her parent made it even worse.
The brunette had just lifted her sword to deflect the opponent's blade and without putting much effort in it pummeled out of her hand and to the floor. She would have liked to go again but the combat instructor, an older Roman demigod, has had enough and called it a day. The class ended and she went to retrieve her weapon, rubbing off the sand with her hand.
The area emptied out as she stood by and waited, playing with the sword in her hands and trying to make it fit into her hand. It looked so easy on others, so effortlessly. They swung the blade as if it was as light as a feather but to Cecily, it was as heavy as a hundred rocks. It felt wrong, but she didn't know any better so she continued using it.
The others were gone, and for now, it seemed to be an abandoned arena. Great, she thought, pulling one of the mannequins to the middle. "Okay, I can do this," she mumbled, letting out a breath that softly whipped up a dark strand of hair that got loose and escaped her braid. She lifted the sword, holding it in front of her, then took a quick step forward, swinging the blade at the mannequin.
CLANG.
The sword went flying out of her grasp once again, her legs gave up and she sent herself to the ground. Groaning softly, the daughter of whoever her godly parent was, rolled onto her back. She couldn't help herself but kick at the air above her out of utter frustration. This wasn't it. Maybe she wasn't supposed to be a demigod. Maybe this was just a mistake. One frustrated sigh later the brunette pushed herself back up onto her feet, got her sword, and stared at it as if that would help. She gave up after a minute, feeling rather stupid, and turned around to return it to the armory when she ran into someone. Sword dropping to the ground, yet again. She was glad she didn't have to pay for damages.
"Sorry," she muttered quickly, pressing her hands against her face before tucking away the loose strands behind her ears, "Long day."Long three years.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Standing next to the group of Hermes campers she had arrived with, Cecily wrapped her arms around herself as she watched the lanterns ascend towards the sky. She could have probably counted herself lucky since she didn't lose a friend or sibling at Camp Half-Blood. Mostly because she didn't have many friends, to begin with, and considering she was still not claimed she wasn't even sure who her siblings could have been. The only person she had considered friend thus far was Evie, and she was here with her, albeit busy as an assistant healer for the day. She saw her around but didn't want to be a bother.
She stood there, with empty hands, pale green eyes were set upon the lights, slowly travelling up and up and up... except for one. She caught the sight of one lantern going astray, floating towards the trees. Looking around, to see if anyone had noticed it too and would attend to it, Cecily slowly stepped towards the lost lantern. It was ultimately caught in the branches of a tree, somewhere on the side of the fields. Apparently, she was the only one who saw because no one else came in her direction or even bothered to pay attention to where she was going anyway. At least not that she noticed.
Cecily craned her neck to find it, looking up and squinting at the branches. The only hint was the light from the candle inside the lantern, pointing out to her where she could find it. She placed a hand on the tree, resting it there for a brief moment before deciding to attempt to climb it. Cecily wasn't much of a fighter, let alone a climber. She had attempted challenging the climbing wall back at their camp until the lava was released and she almost burnt herself. And while she didn't get burnt, the fall down wasn't the softest.
However, she was determined to get that lantern down, because whoever sent it up there wanted to mourn someone. She wasn't going to let it not happen. Small hands fumbled with the tough bark. She was too short to reach any of the branches, though, that didn't stop her. There was a time when she had watched Bran climb trees, barely remembering it, but the memory flickered inside her head like the flame of a candle struggling against a gust of air. Jumping as hard as she could she managed to get a hold of the lower ones, feet propped against the trunk. Some struggling later she stood on the branch, looking up at the lantern which seemed so far away.
[break] Think of all the wilted women[break] Who crane their necks to reach a window[break] Ripping all their petals off just 'cause[break] "He loves me now / he loves me not"[break]
[ SPRING ] - Cecily's favorite season! Sometimes it could appear as if her personality shifts with every season change. She's in her best moods during the warm months but tends to cool down during the colder months. She's loyal and faithful, especially to those she can call friends. There had always been just a handful - if even. But now she doesn't even know who has survived the attack and who did not. She's very caring, tending people like flowers, making sure she doesn't break their delicate petals. She likes to help them grow, watch them bloom, even if she doesn't - even if she only withers.[break][break]
[ SUMMER ] - Just like the second season, bringing all the heat, she can be fierce if needed. It's a trait she adapted during her time at the orphanage and foster families. She would be the protective friend who made sure her friends were alright and wouldn't get hurt. All these years being mostly by herself has made her strong. She may look like a delicate flower but you won't be able to easily break her stem.[break][break]
[ AUTUMN ] - Unlike her first impressions, Cecily actually turns out to be quite romantic. She easily tears up at other people’s romantic gestures and movies and finds herself swooning over the smallest things. There had been some instances where she developed crushes for boys at her school but they were never required. Because who would want an orphan? She had nothing to offer them, nothing to be proud of.[break][break]
[ WINTER ] - Cecily, growing up with the misfortune called her life, can’t help herself but reflect it in her bitter humor. She was known to swear a lot when she was younger. A habit that was broken after several punishments to stop her. Perhaps that was a reason why she wasn't adopted. Who would have wanted a girl with such a foul mouth? Sometimes the words just slip out, unintended. Mostly.[break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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years at camp 3; unclaimed[break][break]
Cecily was born to an unknown father and Persephone, the goddess of spring. The day she was given into his care he immediately dropped her off at an orphanage, not wanting anything to do with a child. The reason is still unknown to her. Maybe he just didn't have the money to take care of her. Maybe he was lacking the courage to raise a child. Maybe it was a shame to bear the product of a one-night stand. Cecily would never know and she didn't want to either.[break][break]
The first memory she can think of starts at uncle Vladimirs' house. She was taken in by him at the age of 4. He took good care of her and she even had a brother to play with. Even in a short amount of time, Brant became as dear to her as a real brother would. She would copy him, causing trouble whenever he did, annoy the nanny whenever he did. She certainly was a handful herself but the good thing was that humans were born with two hands. Although, the nanny soon was fed up with the two Lovett children.[break][break]
Cecily was only 5 years old when her brother suddenly disappeared. The memory of that night was murky but it was there, mostly, haunting her in her dreams. Thinking he left her she was devastated. It didn't help that uncle Vladimir disappeared shortly after and Cecily has whisked away to yet another orphanage. She had only spent 2 years with the Lovetts but that was all she needed to know that having a family was a nice thing to have, even though she didn't have one anymore. It was the longing for more love, for another family, perhaps for her brother, that kept her from drowning in sheer misery.[break][break]
The young girl had been taken in by multiple foster families but none felt like family. So, she always ended up causing some ruckus as she had learned from Bran, and was swiftly returned to the orphanage. She liked helping her friends to find families, giving them tips, and making their hair look nice. She would put them before her because the family would be such a waste on her. At the age of 14, a young woman showed up at the gardens behind the building where Cecily could always be found during the warm months. She tended the flowers that were otherwise left to die by the staff. It was a nice spring day, and the woman approached her, striking up a conversation about the flowers. Cecily watched in awe as the woman touched the wilting ones and they bloomed to life again.[break][break]
Cecily thought the woman might be interested in adopting her, despite her age, as older children were usually unpopular for adoption. But the woman disappeared and she never saw her again. The next day at school a new student appeared, walking strangely with a bit of a limp. His name was Jesper. He made it his first task to befriend her and it worked. Cecily never had a lot of friends at school, having the bad reputation of being in the system and causing chaos at school from time to time as well. There were a handful of girls at the orphanage but most of them had been adopted, one after one. Cecily was a little jealous, she couldn't deny that, but patience was virtue... right?[break][break]
A couple of days after the new student arrived, she was in the garden, tending the flowers as usual. Suddenly, those flowers were trampled and mushed by a pair of giant feet. Giant, smelly feet. A cyclops. The one-eyed creature stared at Cecily as she let out a scream, backing away from it. Jesper came to her rescue and distracted the cyclops enough so they could flee. Cecily had never run that much and that hard in her life. She wasn't sure how her legs were keeping up with it but they did, and somehow they managed to escape. Flagging down a cab she was driven to Long Island and Jesper led her straight into Camp Half-Blood.[break][break]
Cecily was stuck in the Hermes cabin that she almost got used to it. They had explained what it meant to get claimed, that most demigods would get claimed by their godly parent eventually, but she wasn't. Again, watching all her friends leave the Hermes cabin one by one after getting claimed and moving cabins. Yet, she still wasn't. At this point, Cecily had almost given up. She was used to not being wanted. Camp wasn't much better than the orphanage, except for the food maybe. [break][break]
Having acquired the knowledge of having a possible mother and a bunch of possible half-siblings, cousins, and whatnot, she still was alone. She had no great powers to show off, wasn't a good fighter at all, and just spent her days at the gardens and the strawberry fields. Sometimes the image of Bran would pop into her mind, although, she couldn't exactly remember what he looked like anymore. It's been so long. She wondered if he was still alive, if he was doing well, if he had a family, and if he was thinking of her too.[break][break]
Apparently, Cecily was cursed to never have a home. Camp Half-Blood was attacked and she watched her newest home burn to the ground. She was near the woods when it happened, watching from afar as campers struggled and scrambled to run or fight. The brunette was running down to help, even if there wasn't much she could do but she wasn't even given a chance to do something. A group of fleeing Hermes campers grabbed her and dragged her with them, away from the chaos. They were given the coordination to another camp and so they fought their way to the other side of the state. Cecily managed the trip quite well, almost wanting to laugh at this ridiculous situation. She only hoped that they wouldn't take this home too.
[ CHLOROKINESIS ] - As the daughter of Persephone, the goddess of springtime, Cecily has the ability to manipulate, bend, and grow plant life. However, unsure why Cecily doesn't seem to have much control over it. While she is able to help the growth of a plant, a flower, fruit, etc. it just ends up growing too fast and ripen too quickly until the plant is withered and the fruit moldy. She can revive recently withering plants or dead plants but only keep them alive for a minute before they go back to their regular state of... dead. [break][break]
Since her mother is the goddess of spring, Cecily's powers tend to be stronger during spring and summer. Those are the months her mother is able to leave the underworld. However, in autumn and winter, her powers are even worse than the aforementioned state. Besides the non-existent and loss of control, she also tends to tire out fast the more she uses the power to help a plant grow. Also, working with flowers is the easiest as well as plants/fruits that are sacred to her mother, like pomegranates, asphodel, narcissus, willow, lily, and mint.
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.