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","THREAD3CONTENT"] Joan of Arc had a purpose in life. Rhen had not. While Joan was able to continue her path as warrior and heroine, ignoring the fact that the voices no longer talked to her about greater things she needed to make happen, the son of Venus had given up a long time ago.
Delicate hands turned one page after another, the soft but yet rough material of the paper of the book he was reading brushing against his skin. Dull eyes skimmed over the various poems about the final hours of the saint. The writing was unique, the storytelling rare. Instead of the point of view being other people in her life it was told by items in her life. Candles, clothes, armor, weapons. One, in particular, stood out to him. The fire that would inevitably take her life as she stood bound to the stake.
The life of the saint had been sad and a tragedy. Some called her delusional, some called her heaven-sent. For a long time, people believed she was executed for being a witch when in reality the reason was simply crossdressing. It made it even sadder, considering that she really had no other choice, did she? Clothes. Clothes were the reason for her death. If anyone were to say that nowadays it would be considered a joke.
The maiden heard the voices of her patrons, Rhen heard the voices of the dead, though it was limited to Rosie. She haunted him in his dreams, in his thoughts, everywhere. Was she? Or did he let her haunt him? Rhen didn’t know. On one side he was happy to be able to still hold on to her voice but on the other side, it kept him from living his life. Was he going to do anything about it? Probably not.
He had given up on being careful years ago. And so he ended up at the Infirmary after falling off his pegasus during class. It wasn’t intentional but the jealousy of mankind and the mix of his powers had convinced someone to bodyslam their pegasus into his, sending him straight to the house of the injured and sick with a broken leg. At least he was alone for now with his book and his own voices as only company.
At least until he accidentally dropped it down the side of his bed. He shifted to the side as much as the injury allowed, his arm reaching out down to the floor but he couldn't grab it. The bone was already in the process of mending itself back together after a glass of nectar but it had yet to fully heal. Now all he had left were the voices in his head.
[attr="class","THREAD3CONTENT"] The son of Venus had been fed up with his so-called gifted ability ever since the moment he found out about them. For years he believed people genuinely liked and loved him because of the person he was, not because of some stupid superhuman power that gave him some sort of weird loveable aura all over. The worst thing? He couldn’t even control it. Other children of the goddess of love were granted the ability to charmspeak others into doing whatever they wanted them to do. It sounded and looked, frightening, to say the least. It gave the user so much power and tripping into the dark and evil side of it was an easy thing to do.
For years, years, and more years, Rhen had tried to gain control over his Amokinesis - his love magic. Gods, it even sounded awful, forcing him to cringe every time someone would say it out loud or when he himself would on rare occasions. Extremely rare occasions. He preferred being quiet about it and since he kept his bitter gluteus maximus in solitude most of the time, nose buried deep into a book, it was easily accomplished.
The few times he forced himself out into the wild of camp life was for classes and meals. And sometimes to just find a different spot to read or take his grief elsewhere and away from his cohort mates. Loss was part of a demigod’s life. It was to be expected. Those who managed to get by without having family, friends, or loved ones die were lucky bastards. Rhen, however, was one of the few exceptions. He was incapable of simply continuing on with his life as if nothing had happened.
Hence, he preferred his solitude… to be alone with his sorrowful thoughts and the darkness that followed them step by step. But ever so often he was pursued by someone because on those exceptionally bad days his powers would unleash themself and most of the time he wouldn’t notice until that someone was already glued to him. While others might embrace the lies, he could do without fake friends and relationships.
Long strides carried him over to the Mess Hall where he sought shelter from the petite brunette that clung to him during all his classes, because unfortunately, she had to have the same schedule, making it difficult for him to escape. Once he was out of sight, and so was she, his powers ebbed away. The girl would probably find herself confused, wondering why she was there in the first place.
Rhen brushed off his clothes as if the aura left some invisible matter on him. Thankfully, it didn’t. He couldn’t imagine constantly dealing with red-pink glittery traces being left behind. Stepping into the open area of the Mess Hall, a copy of A Tale of Two Cities tucked under his arm, spiritless eyes searched for a free seat around the third cohort tables. Fortuna being for once in his favor he found himself an empty table.
He started walking toward it, having to pass by the second cohort table on his way where he spotted an all too familiar daughter of Mars. Rhen softened his steps, trying to walk by without getting noticed. His gaze fell on the paper she was scribbling on, emerald orbs widening with the faintest hint of curiosity. "It’s inveniam, not invenium," he said after studying the words for a moment, eyes flicking up to her face.
By the time he finished his quotation of Life After God he had averted his gaze again, those dull eyes more interested in reading the printed words instead of a person’s face - because reading those was calling for too much effort. Rhen put up zero resistance when Rhiannon forcefully took the book from him. He responded to her action with a sigh, his gaze still resting in a place where the open pages of the book had been just a second ago. He wasn’t sure why the daughter of Mars had come to nag at him for the display of his sorrow in public, or why she even bothered to pay him any attention when clearly she was doing it begrudgingly.
He found a deserted piece of meat on the table to look at, the corners of his lips slightly curling downward, displeased about the lack of book to focus on. The words about ripping the book to pieces caught his attention. Rhen looked up, finding her face once more, albeit taking his time to do so. His lips parted as if to oppose her threat but then closed again. "That’s fine. It’s not even a good book," Rhen simply said, sighing inwardly. Wuthering Heights was by no means worth the exertion he would have to put in to retrieve it from the fierce blonde. It had no solid plot, no interesting characters, or at least… none that he had taken to a liking. In fact, he almost despised the majority of them.
Perhaps it was because there was a slight resemblance, something that connected him with those fictional beings. The murdered do haunt their murderers, as Heathcliff had said to his Catherine shortly after her death. "While you’re at it why don’t you do me a favor and rip me into pieces as well?" he asked, a part of him wondering briefly if she would actually do it, the other part knew she would not. If only he could be put out of this misery as easily as a book could be torn into pieces. "There would be no need to endure my sad anymore."
Rhen reluctantly threw on a hoodie. He wasn’t in the mood to attend a festival or whatever this was. He probably wouldn’t be in the mood for it for a long time. The only reason he went was to grab a bite to eat. The regular meal at the Mess Hall was replaced by this welcome feast for the Greeks. Basic human needs was the only reason he would do anything anyway. He needed to eat, drink, sleep, and occasionally exercise to get his heart pumping from time to time.
Dull eyes flicked over the spines of his books, a slender finger tapping each once to help figure out which one he wanted to bring. People didn’t bother someone who was reading… most of the time at least. Even if they did decide to bother him he just ignored it, pretending they had never spoken to him. Reading was also his method to escape this odd and awful place that just reminded him of… her. The mere thought of her was a painful one, Rhen immediately closed his eyes. He took a deep breath through his nose before the muscles in his face could relax again.
Without further thinking he grabbed a random paperback off the shelf and hurried out of his cohort’s barracks. He welcomed the fresh air, albeit preferring to welcome it elsewhere with no one around. Solitude and a book was all he needed. Still, he found his way to the feast, the scent of cooked meats and vegetables hitting his nose as he stepped closer. The book was tucked under his arm as he took a seat at one of the emptier tables. There didn’t seem to be an apparent seating order, no rules or regulations of cohorts only. Food was already set in the middle, various dishes lined up and an empty glass that would fill itself with the beverage of his choice.
He pierced a piece of chicken with a fork, absentmindedly guiding the food towards his mouth. Hazel eyes were fixed on the yellowed pages of the book, Wuthering Heights. Definitely not the one he was feeling right now but there wasn’t anything else to do, so he continued reading it anyway. Footsteps approached, although he couldn’t bother to look up. Only when the person spoke he did, his face a blank canvas.
“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.” Rhen quoted, as usual. It was a habit he had picked up when he was younger. Though, this line should have been said with utmost sadness and agony, there was one to be detected in his voice. “One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do.”
'Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,[break] Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn.'
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[ SENSITIVE ] - Once, a young boy, full of love and passion. Rhen had always been someone who experienced emotions on a higher level, stronger, fiercer. He easily got overwhelmed, would lose balance, got hurt easily. He used to have a big heart, one that he used to think with instead of his brain. He was the type to follow his feelings, follow his intuition. He could feel other people's hurt as much as he could feel his own. It was easy for him to get on their emotional level.[break][break]
[ INTELLIGENT ] - Rhen isn't stupid by any means. He's just a great actor and uses the excuse of his heritage (with Venus being his mother) to get out of the unnecessary drama. He used to have an easy time adapting to his surroundings but has long lost that ability. He appreciates the arts, especially theater plays and reading. Oh, books. The one love of his that wasn't taken from him yet. He can be found reading in a quiet corner more often than training at the Ludus Magnus. He used to be an open book himself, but now those pages have been shut and sealed.[break][break]
[ HEARTBROKEN ] - A broken heart is a burden so heavy that not everyone can bear it. Rhen belongs to those that are struggling and having a hard time dealing with it. The loss of his love had turned it into a lump of heavy lead, with no prospect of being turned back into the full of passion, and wildly beating greatness it once was. The lack of his love has left him so heartbroken, and [break][break]
[ BITTER ] - To the extent that everything he once enjoyed now became a hated chore. He doesn't enjoy his hobbies anymore, which included swordsmanship. He oftentimes blames others for his failures, despite them being his own fault. You can find him wading in self-pity. Making someone else's life miserable sounds like a greater idea than attempting to turn his own around. It turned him into a moody and[break][break]
[ BROODING ] - individual. Truth to be told, better stay away from this son of Venus whenever he's in a bad mood, which is fairly often, to be frank. While he may be more the quiet but deadly type, he can be snappy from time to time as well. His mood often depends on... everything happening around him on that day. He's just very unhappy.[break][break]
[ LOYAL ] - Loyalty is one of the most important traits he looks for in a friend, a lover, family. Thus far, none have been utterly loyal to him thanks to his powers. He himself is fiercely loyal and he has your back once you make it past the broody moody mess.[break][break]
[ ANTI-VIOLENCE ] - Rhen has never been a fan of violence. He's the kind of person that tends to avoid confrontations and fights, despite starting them himself from time to time.[break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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'Tell me in sadness who is that you love?'[break] 'What, shall I groan and tell thee?'[break] 'Groan? No, but sadly tell me who.'[break] 'Bid a sick man in sadness make his will?[break] A word ill-urg'd to one that is so ill.[break] In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.'[break][break]
at camp for 5 years; claimed[break][break]
Rhen, born into a family wearing the name of Montague, had his fate decided the moment Venus met his father - a theater actor. He was famous for portraying various roles in a variety of Shakespeare plays, however, his fame was supported by Montague being his real surname. It earned him quite the spotlight and numerous agents swatting at him with grabby hands. Venus was drawn in one night where he would portray Romeo, and she would be his Juliet, taking on the role for just the last act. Their play was continued in private chambers. She disappeared after that night, and thus Romeo had lost his Juliet.[break][break]
Nine months later a baby was brought into the family and without questioning it, everyone accepted him. His father lived in the same building as his own parents, a sister and an aunt. There never was a woman whom Rhen could have considered a mom. His dad was known for his numerous flings, never starting anything serious, no matter how many times little Rhen had asked for a mother. He was loved and adored but everyone in the family, certainly not lacking affection and it never seemed odd to him - not until he was older.[break][break]
Making friends at school was easy. Getting together with the popular girls was equally easy. They always blamed it on his good looks, which of course, were quite admirable. Rhen was handsome, the spitting image of a Greek statue. A fair complexion, clear skin, a full head of chestnut copper curls, hazel eyes where the green dominated, and a smile that made girls and boys alike swoon. [break][break]
At the age of 14 tragedy would find its way into his life. Rhen was brought to the Wolf House where he was forced to train, forced to survive, forced to be a demigod. He wanted to step into his father’s footsteps, have the light shine upon him on stage, receive flower bouquets and applause. But no, instead he was supposed to get dirty, fight, and live with a bunch of other sweaty and stinky teens. He definitely could have hoped for a better life than the one he was given. Rhen found out about his powers training with another child of Venus with the same ability. They explained to him how it worked and when they tested it on a random demigod who was in the same room as them he found out that his worked... without him wanting it to work. Suddenly his world fell apart and he realized that the love he had received all these years may have not been real. While at camp he started observing people around him, how they acted when he was nearby and how they acted when he wasn't. At some point, he got used to it and even embraced it a little. It never did him much harm, other than knowing it was all fake, that most of them didn't really like him and were forced to pretend.[break][break]
A year later a daughter of Vulcan, Rosie, had shamelessly thrown herself into his life after setting one of his books on fire - purely by accident of course. He had fallen head over heels for her. Literally, as he was scrambling to put the fire out and save the book, but not before he ran right into her and tripped. It was love at first sight. She was suddenly a part of his life, propelled herself right into his heart. For a year they spent almost every single day together. He didn't mind the stereotypes they fulfilled with him being a son of Venus and her being a daughter of Vulcan. It was probably bound to happen. On gloomy days he would entertain her with silly reenactments of Shakespeare. When she was sick he would read to her from his favorite books. It was a silly, young, innocent but precious love. They were young anyways. Nothing mattered but having the chance to spend time together. Who would have thought someone that young could love so fiercely?
[break][break]And then she received a prophecy from the Augur and was sent on a quest, picking Rhen as her only companion. The two left the safety of camp. Everything seemed to be just fine.[break][break]
Until the Gorgons arrived.[break][break]
Euryale and Stheno had found them as they made their way to the last location. They were so close but yet so far. The Gorgons attacked and they fought back. Rhen was rendered unconscious before he could even lift his sword. Rosie managed to destroy one but was swiftly taken out by the second one. Fortunately, he managed to regain consciousness before Stheno could strike a second time, clipping her right side with his weapon. Another strike and she was gone, her blood was all that's left of her, clinging to the blade. Rhen immediately turned his focus back to Rosie who wasn't moving yet. Rolling her onto her back he saw the blood on her shirt... too much of it. [break][break]
She was hurt so badly it made him tremble. And with those trembling hands he searched their bags for ambrosia. He found it but it slipped out of his hands and down the hill they were on top of. Her only chance of surviving was gone - and it was his fault. Catching a glimpse of his sword in the grass he remembered the myth about Gorgon blood. The left side was supposed to cure everything and the right was deadly like poison... or was it the other way around? Right... a cure, left... poison... or a cure? He couldn't remember! His mind was racing, desperately looking for the right answer but it wouldn't appear. He remembered cutting the Gorgon's left side... it had to be the cure. He carefully gathered the remaining blood and gave it to Rosie, frantic eyes staring at the wound, hoping it would close... The left side blood must be the cure![break][break]
It wasn't.[break][break]
Rhen was left with nothing. They didn't finish the quest. She didn't survive. There would be no honor upon his return. They were young, perhaps too young to handle a quest, too inexperienced, too weak. He wasn't blamed for her death when he made his way back to Camp Jupiter... but that didn't stop him from blaming himself. He let them believe it was the Gorgon that killed her when the truth was: it was him. He had two chances to save her and he failed twice. His oh-so-bright stage was now filled in darkness, the heavy velvet curtains were drawn close, the music in the background stopped playing and the audience was gone. The play had ended.[break][break]
A looming peace this morning with it brings:[break] The sun for sorrow will not show his head.[break] go hence to have more talk of these sad things.[break] Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished,[break] For never was a story of more woe[break] Than this of Rhen and his Rosie.[break]
[ AMOKINESIS ] - The ability to manipulate love, affection, desires. Unfortunately, despite the training at camp Rhen barely has a grasp on his powers. It has always been that way, that he would gather the affections of people around him in his life. He always thought it was their love for him until he arrived at camp and found out that it wasn't. It was all just a lie, a cruel prank caused by his own gift. It's like sticky goo glued to his skin that he cannot seem to get rid of no matter how many baths he takes, leaving him tired from morning to evening. He has some sort of aura that he radiates, having people in very close proximity think they like him. It isn't always in a romantic way. It can be a friendly way, but it depends on the person affected by it. The higher he is in his own spirits the stronger it is. If he keeps himself in a bad mood it automatically weakens. Sometimes he thinks that the love he feels fuels it which could make sense. However, since there is no love left in him, his ability had taken quite a hit. Which... to be honest, he doesn't mind.[break][break]
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'I am too sore enpierced with his shaft[break] To soar with his light feathers, and so bound[break] I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.[break] Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
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.
