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"] Mikhael’s head lolled to the side as he looked at her drop to the floor onto her knees. It was a scene he had seen in his dreams before. She would be on her knees, begging him for forgiveness, pleading and pleading for him to accept it. In his dreams, he would laugh at her futile attempts to regain his favor but in his nightmares… it was in his nightmares where he would drop to his knees himself, so he could hold her hands, pull her closer, tell her it was alright. He was alright. Clearly, he was not. He would never be.
Letting out a groan as he pushed himself over the bed, head still slightly feeling too heavy for his shoulders to hold. But he knew it would go away, this feeling, this curse she had laid upon him. No matter how much she wanted to doubt it… she was a witch after all. His eyes were filled with anger and hatred as he looked at her, down there on the floor, playing and pretending to be the victim in all of this. "Playacting!" he spat out, his voice stoic and cold.
He shook his head at the brunette, feeling the urge to laugh at her and the situation itself but he kept quiet, only a low chuckle escaping his lips. "Saved my life?" he repeated after her in utter disbelief, the words like acid on his tongue. It was then that he did laugh out loud, his head falling into his hands. How dare she act as if she was the one saving his life when all she did was the opposite. "You put me into Hades! Is that what you Greeks consider saving a life?" For a year he was stuck, trapped, inside a monster’s hotel. Perhaps she needed to go there herself to see, to know that it certainly was not a pleasant vacation spot.
A pillow came flying through the air, hitting him on his back. A clear sign to tell him to take his business elsewhere and out of the barracks filled with sleeping demigods. For a long moment he stared at her, blue eyes searching for something in her face… or maybe they just wanted to take in the image of her. His gaze wandered down and even in the dim-lit room, he could see her body curving under these flimsy, thin robes of hers. Immediately, he pulled his gaze away, thoughts he did not wish to think creeping into his head.
One year ago he might have wanted… her. Maybe, just maybe, he still did but he couldn’t. She sputtered something about him being a psychopath and his train of thoughts was cut off the rails. Mikhael stood, rising to his feet in front of her. He jabbed a finger at the entrance of the barracks. "Out. Now," he demanded, words sharp and short. He pulled on his purple camp t-shirt before stomping outside barefoot.
He didn’t glance back to see if she followed. His arms were at his sides, muscles strained as he balled his hands into fists. He then turned, glaring at her. "You have always been the enemy," he snarled at her, crossing his arms over his chest to keep them from doing anything else. "You lied to me, tricked me into this prison. Without those precious Romans I would still be trapped in there. And yet you say you saved my life? You’re nothing more than an imposter. You’re a witch. A Graecus." Still, he was foolish enough to have fallen for her anyway.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Nadja. Nadja. Nadja Mikhael had dreamed about this very moment so often. He still wasn’t sure whether or not he was still dreaming but it felt so real. As his hand closed around her throat, rough fingertips pressed against the soft skin of her tender neck, he could feel the warmth of her body. In his dreams, she had always been cold as ice. Something had always been off about the whole picture of her, his memories failing him ever so often as the confusion brought by the stay inside the casino manipulated his mind.
Upon hearing his name his gaze locked on hers once more, stormy eyes never leaving hers. The corners of his lips were curled up into a violent, almost animal-like snarl as he bared his teeth at her. It had almost sounded like a joke to him. Her words. Hurting her? Ha. All he could think of was that Nadja deserved to get hurt just like she hurt him. "Graecus…" Mikhael growled, his voice deep and slightly husky from just waking up. But he was wide awake, taking in the image of her in the poorly lit room. His vision had turned entirely tunnel and Nadja was the only person he was seeing at that moment.
As he looked at her, stared… glared, the blond wondered if he had ever really been in love with this woman. Was it true? Or was it just one of her tricks? Had she deliberately bewitched him with her magic? The more he thought about it the angrier he became, applying more pressure on his grip around her throat. It was a satisfying feeling, that feeling of revenge. Perhaps the goddess had influenced him but he couldn’t stop. Finally, after all these months.
Suddenly he felt tired, the strength from him draining, his arms starting to feel a little numb. He let go of Nadja, dropping his arms and flopping back against the headrest of his bunk. The brunette on the side of his bed started swaying, her image shifting from one side to the other. Mikhael blinked a few times, pressing his eyelids together hard. He was feeling dizzy, a little nauseous, everything appeared to slightly move under him and around him.
"Traitor…" he muttered under his breath, swallowing and shaking his head before dragging his gaze back towards Nadja. His lips contorted into a grim smile when he looked at her. He couldn’t help himself but think that even in this state of mind she was enchantingly beautiful. And, oh, how he would like to dig his nails into that beautiful face of hers. His hands were buried in his short, blond hair. He hated thinking of her like this... still thinking of her like this. He hated himself almost as much as he hated her for just these thoughts.
When he finally managed to regain a clear head, the dizziness slowly coming to an end, he swung his long legs over the edge of his bed and stood. He held out his arm, his hand closing into a fist in front of her as if to gesture that he wanted to get her throat once more. Mikhael glances around the barracks, the other legionnaires keeping unusually quiet. He figured they were either ignoring it or didn’t notice the intruder.
His attention went back to Nadja. "I’ve waited a long time for you," he grunted, spitting out the words with pure hatred.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] I’ll be right behind you.
He stood still, facing the corridor in front of him. There was the sound of laughter and chatter coming from the door further down the hall but her voice would always be the loudest in the room. He heard her say the same phrase over and over again. … right behind you. Yet, he knew, once he turned around she would not be there. She would not be right behind him. Her voice, no matter how innocent and sweet and oh so full of love would always betray him. Every time he would turn, holding on to that last string of hope to see her again… and every time that string was cut shorter and shorter. Now, barely a thread, he still held on to it.
Every dream was the same. It would always be about her. He would always dream of her. But what once started as dreams filled with hope and love, desire and worry, was now a nightmare fueled by hatred and bitterness. First, he dreamed of holding her close to him as they did when they needed to survive the cold. There was a time, even if it was brief, where he had to rely on her wicked powers to make it through the night. He hated it. He hated all about it. He hated her.
Now, he couldn’t even fathom what it would be like to embrace her with his love. If he could… if only he could get a second chance to meet Nadja again, he would run to her as fast as his long limbs would carry him. The scene was scripted to perfection in his head, playing over and over again until he was satisfied with the ending. He imagined wrapping his arms around her, around the curves of her body, absorbing the warmth radiating from her skin. He would hold her, closely, with no intentions of ever letting her go again… and then he would crush her.
I’ll be right behind you.
Lies.
He turned, icy eyes wide open, only to see darkness. Mikhael had lost count of the nights he would have the same dream. He knew what was next, what came after the darkness. Emptiness. His eyes closed involuntarily. He had no control over the events of the dream or his body. The sound of laughter faded, her voice faded, and the only thing that remained was silence. Then he fell.
Mikhael had experienced this often enough to not wake with a start. Something else surprised him instead - the warm skin against his cheek. A touch so soft and gentle… and familiar. It couldn’t be. Surely, it was remains of the dream. The laughing was replaced by snoring and breathing. He slowly opened his eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the darkness inside the barracks, thinking the feel of her hand against his skin would fade alongside the noises. It didn’t.
He sat up, staring in disbelief at the face he had just dreamed about a second ago. Fascinated, calm, in trance. His eyes wandered over her face, taking in the sight of it… of her. Perhaps the dream never ended. Perhaps he was still stuck. Maybe he just needed to turn around once more. Lifting his hand, he brushed his calloused palm against the soft skin of her temple. And then he realized… this wasn’t a dream.
In a second, he caught the wrist that belonged to Nadja and yanked her towards him with a snarl. Like a wild animal, like a wolf, he growled at her, baring his teeth as his features distorted in disgust at the sight of her. He grabbed a handful of the fabric of her gown, the other hand closing around her throat. "You..." he snapped, scrunching the cloth in his hand.
His second chance was finally here. This was the moment he had always dreamed about. Finally, he was given the opportunity to take revenge. Finally… he was holding her again.
[break] You're the one that seduced me[break] Lured me in with your beauty[break] Now I know that you used me[break] Touch me slow, feel my heart bleed
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]NICKNAMES(S) // mick
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // twenty three
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GODLY PARENT // mars, legacy of chione
[ STOIC ] - Mick usually appears to be a calm and collected person. His features are blank and show almost no to zero emotions. He had never been much of an emotional person to begin with. While he chooses to not express feelings he also has a difficult time finding the right way to express them. So why bother if it’s easier to hide them.[break][break]
[ PROUD ] - Mikhael had always been proud of his heritage, of his mother, of his father. He is a proud legionnaire of the twelfth legion fulminata, albeit not necessarily a proud member of the fifth cohort. He doesn’t mind showing his pride to everyone and anyone around. He will always speak highly of Camp Jupiter, Mars, his skills, himself.[break][break]
[ BRUTAL ] - As expected of a son of Mars and a soldier, Mikhael has inherited this trait from his father. It was further molded during the time he spent at the Wolf House after learning that his mother’s kindness would not get him very far. He’s a brute force over talking kind of guy, leashing out in anger more often than he would like. He doesn’t shy away from fights and will most likely be the first one to throw a fist into someone’s face.[break][break]
[ HATEFUL ] - It’s been a year since his life was getting out of control. He left the Lotus Casino unscathed and in one piece but he never left behind the memories of the days before his imprisonment. It started with a small, golf ball sized lump of bitterness but then that small lump steadily grew into something bigger. Bitterness turned into hate and consumed all of him. He grew up with a natural dislike against the Greeks. Fortunately for those around him this hate is steered towards one person only. [break][break]
[ UNFORGIVING ] - Mikhael had never been betrayed before, thus had never known this feeling before… until Nadja had cold-heartedly tossed him into a prison. In there he swore to himself to never forgive her or anyone who would dare to betray him. His loyalty had been used and then flicked into the trash like a dead fly. He holds grudges against those and doesn’t even think about letting them go, his mind set on revenge.[break][break]
[ LOYAL ] - To his friends and those who deserve it he is loyal to and unlike others would never betray them. Most of his loyalty lies within the legion itself and those who serve. His loyalty even goes as far as trashing his own recommendation letters to join his friend in the lowest cohort.[break][break]
[ PROTECTIVE ] - Having grown up with mostly women and children Mikhael had been taught at an early age to protect the weak and those who need protection. He was known to play bodyguard at his mother’s work and he kept this attitude throughout his life. He’s fiercely protective of those he holds dear but also those who cannot protect themselves.[break][break]
[ AWKWARD TULIP ] - Mikhael’s “other side” is something he rarely shows and only ever does so in front of his closest friends and family members ( although the other children of Mars don’t necessarily count ). He may be able to laugh comfortably with his half-siblings but he would never think of showing them weakness. Once past the big brute attitude you might be able to see a flicker of kindness here and there. Attempts at showing and expressing emotions other than anger etc. usually tend to make him look quite awkward.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
[attr="class","hopelovetop"] Nena Brandt; mother - mortal[break] William Brandt; great grand-father - son of chione, demigod[break] Mars; father - god of war[break][break]
at camp for 9 years; claimed[break][break]
Mikhael was born to Nena Brandt, a former army soldier. His mother had spent several years abroad, fighting at the front line, risking her life for others. No matter how much threat there was or how dangerous a situation had become she would still run headfirst into battle. It was, after all, what attracted Mars, the god of war. Unfortunately, shortly after their meeting, she was involved in a bombing of their caravan and she was injured, resulting in having to quit and being sent home.[break][break]
Back in the US, she would give birth to Mikhael while also running a women's shelter for those in need. Needless to say Mick grew up surrounded by women and their children. He quickly developed a protector sense, feeling the need to make sure everyone was safe. He would play bodyguard and security whenever he was out of school or done with his homework. [break][break]
Mick always had a knack for trouble. Studying was never really his thing. Books were only used as projectiles by him. He got into multiple fights a week until his mother decided to let him attend combat classes so he could let out some steam. She always saw herself in him and it troubled her, afraid her son might end up being completely like her. In the end, he would but he would also inherit his father's traits. A son born in and for battle.[break][break]
In middle school, during his school's football game a couple of players from the opponent side picked him out, asking him for a one-on-one behind the building. He followed, never backing down from a fight or a possible offer for one, when he turned around the corner and found those guys growing in size - laistrygonian giants. [break][break]
Mikhael had always been taller than the other kids but yet he wasn’t tall or strong enough to take on the monsters by himself. But he never thought about simply running away either. His instincts told him to fight, if not to win this battle then at least for his pride’s sake. There was no way of fighting the creatures though and he ended up hauling trash cans at them before ultimately running to a safe place. He returned home, a little bruised and cut up. His mother was worried but he told her he had gotten into another fight with some older kids. The usual. It didn’t surprise her but she wasn’t pleased either. [break] [break]
A few days after the monsters had appeared he was guided to the wolf house where Lupa took him in to train and prepare him for life at Camp Jupiter. Mikhael didn’t encounter many struggles during his stay. He was born for this, made for this. It ran in his blood on both his father’s and his mother’s side. He excelled in his training and even made friends. [break] [break]
He befriended a child of Vulcan, although they were quite the opposite. Mik knew the myths about their parents and their rivalry so he naturally harbored a certain degree of dislike towards the son of Vulcan prior to befriending him. Somehow though, that didn’t work out. They became close and Mik would soon find himself put in a situation where he had to choose between his friend and his pride. [break] [break]
Upon arriving at Camp Jupiter they were sorted into their corresponding cohorts. Mikhael had been given his recommendation letters, ready for the first cohort as a son of Mars should. But then Rangi was placed in the fifth. Not wanting to be separated from his friend Mikhael sacrificed his spot in the first and had mysteriously lost his letters. Another evaluation of his set of skills in which he pretended to not have any skills at all was all it took for him to follow his friend into the last cohort. [break][break]
It had only been a little over a year ago when he was sent on a quest with a couple of other legionnaires up northeast. There had been 5 of them, including Mikhael, as they trekked through the snowy landscapes. Mikhael wasn’t the leader of the quest, he had only been chosen as companion. Halfway in, they took a break, setting up their camp in the woods for the night. He was asleep when something, or someone, intruded their camp. As he made his way out of his tent he spotted a brunette, a woman, being held at sword point by his fellow legionnaires. They were warned, in the prophecy given, to be careful as an unlikely threat was lurking in the dark. [break][break]
Coming to the conclusion that this ‘threat’ was surely this stranger they made sure to keep an eye on her by taking her prisoner. She claimed to be a demigod, like them, but to the Romans they weren’t any other demigods beside themselves. They quickly called her a lying witch and resumed the rest of their trip dragging her with them with no plans to free her.[break][break]
Mikhael had tried to give her food and water but she treated them like brutes, telling him that she was just like them, that they would regret keeping her, that something or someone far more dangerous was out there possibly tracking her down. She asked him to free her but he had no intention to do so. If only he had listened to her. [break][break]
Shortly after Nemesis appeared, keen on getting her hands on the Greek demigod. She was going after his group and in the chaos that followed Mikhael freed Nadja at last but just as he wanted to jump into the battle to aid his fellow demigods he saw that it was already too late. So instead, they ran.[break][break]
For days they ran, wandering through the state and getting lost here and there. There was only wilderness around them, no sign of civilization. The son of Mars loathed the idea of moving around with her but in the end they did. They walked together, camped together, ate together. Everything was done together. It took a while but eventually he warmed up to her. He had saved her life and she had saved his. At first he was keen on taking revenge himself, just like the goddess herself, the thought of ending her right here and there has crossed his mind several times. But soon it was replaced by a different thought, a different feeling. They had lost their friends but they had found each other.[break][break]
Mikhael had never loved anyone before. The legion always came first. It was the most important thing to him as it was expected of a legionnaire. But Nadja… Nadja had opened his eyes to a world, a life, different to the one he was used to. He grew to like her, bit by bit, and slowly she managed to claim his heart piece by piece. Never would he have imagined to be capable of liking her - a Greek, a witch. Yet, there he was, completely in love with her.[break][break]
After what felt like forever the two of them reached Las Vegas, the snowy landscape was replaced by deserts. They thought they were finally safe, and haven't spotted the goddess for the past few days they were wandering around. Safe, happy, together. Little did he know all these things would get taken away from him so soon - too soon. He stood in front of a casino, one that looked no different than the others, admiring its grand exterior. Nadja told him to go inside and wait for her. [break][break]
She never came.[break][break]
And he was a prisoner in the Lotus Casino.[break][break]
One year later he was freed.[break][break]
An entire year he had spent inside the casino, stuck in a never ending limbo of games, food and drinks. He barely remembers the time and how he spent it but one thing he remembers: her.[break][break]
Just recently back in camp he was met with the news about the Greek camp having burned down and subsequently seeking shelter at the Roman camp. Unlike others he was quite glad to hear it. He hoped she made it out alive and that she would come to his place. If Nemesis hadn’t taken her revenge then he certainly would. Every night he dreamed about her and her betrayal. If she survived the fall of her own camp, great, but he would make sure she wouldn’t survive him.
[ TELUMKINESIS ] - As the son of Mars, Mick has a vast knowledge of weaponry. He is a natural warrior and possesses a knack with most bladed weapons. He does prefer swords than knives or daggers, or bow and arrow. His power grants him the ability to telekinetically move weapons and also disarm his opponents. This ability is distance limited and he has to be in the same room as the person as well as have eye contact with the weapon he means to move. So far he can also only disarm a maximum of three people at once with the chances of two of them getting successfully disarmed being low. He can curse weapons to a minor extent but has to physically touch the weapon. [break][break]
[ LIMITED IMMUNITY TO COLD ] - Being a legacy of Chione has granted him a limited immunity to cold. He is not as nearly as immune as a child of Chione but he can withstand colder temperatures to a certain degree. His body takes longer to cool down and lose all its warmth. He can frolic around in the snow for a good amount of time before his limbs start freezing off.[break][break]
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.
