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"] “A plan?” he repeated, gaze flicking towards the bright flames surrounding the tree faster than he’d like. His brain worked hard, trying to come up with something logical fast. “I have a plan,” Jonathan announced a moment before thrusting his bare hands into the flames. He had nothing to lose… except for his pants maybe but that was something he could worry about when it actually happened - if it happened. Hopefully, at least part of them would survive this ordeal. At least he didn’t have to worry about asking for a replacement for those.
As he stood in front of the tree, the fire started curling up around his wrists and the son of Vulcan just let it happen - his skin was fireproof after all. Now, what exactly was his plan? Heck, he didn’t know. Pretending that he had one seemed to be the best solution at that moment considering he was part of the first cohort anyway so surely someone like him could easily come up with a backup plan or really anything to get control of the situation.
Ha. He couldn’t even control the fire that stemmed from his own powers in the first place. How was he supposed to control the whole issue? Realization slowly started to kick in and the blond looked over his shoulder at the other demigod. “So… you don’t happen to have a fire extinguisher with you… do you?” he asked, his tone indicating that he was joking, although part of him kind of wished that she really carried around a fire extinguisher. The chances were low but never zero.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] His shirt was on fire.
Actual fire. Flames were sprouting from the purple fabric so fast he couldn’t even take it off in time. Now, accidents were prone to happen when you were a child of Vulcan, the god of the forge, who had also gifted some of his children with the ability to create and control fire… although Jonathan still struggled with the control part of his powers.
There was red. There was orange. There were yellow and perhaps bits of blue sparks here and there as he patted at the mess with his bare hands, not taking any damage from the heat. At least his powers were good for something and that was not burning himself with the flames he created by will - on accident.
Jonathan was jogging through the forest, rolling through the leaves, pushing himself against trees in an attempt to stop his camp t-shirt from burning to ashes. Unfortunately, it ultimately did burn to ashes. He dropped his gaze to the tiny pile of gray on the ground in front of him, almost entirely swallowed by the brown of the earth and the green of the leaves.
He was sure this was going to be the last shirt he ever received for at least a month now. Doomed to run around half-naked or in too tight clothes he would need to borrow from Rhi if she let him. The only positive thing was that he could still march into camp and to his barracks with his chest exposed without feeling embarrassed. At least all of the training had its benefits.
Still, as he stood in the middle of the forest, surrounded by nothing but trees and bushes and a cold breeze, he was disappointed by himself and his incapability to control his powers at least a little bit. Disappointed, he slapped his fist against his own thigh, sparks igniting as his hot skin hit the fabric. With only seconds to spare, he stopped himself, holding out his hands in front of him and barely keeping his pants from lightning up on fire too.
Instead, the sparks caught the tree next to him and it lit up, flames dancing around it as if they were celebrating.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Jonathan had never been anything like his father, Vulcan. He never hid, wasn’t introverted, or had a difficult time making friends. It was quite the opposite. Making friends was easy, although making enemies was easier - especially being in the first cohort. He wasn’t a craftsman, no, he was a warrior born to fight. That’s what he had always wanted to be, out on the battlefield in the midst of blood splatter and fist throwing. If he had been able to choose his parents he probably would have chosen the god of war instead of the god of the forge. But, he couldn't. He had no choice in any of this. No choice in being the son of Vulcan, no choice in being a demigod, no choice in living at Camp Jupiter for years.
The smell of something burning filled the space he occupied as he stepped into the barracks, his t-shirt - or whatever was left of it - hanging loosely around his torso. It had several holes, showing a bit too much skin for his liking. If only he could find a way to make his clothes fireproof and not just himself. He was only training for half an hour when he got distracted and lost control over the fire engulfing his arm. Within seconds it darted up to his biceps, eating away at the fabric of his purple camp t-shirt. That was his fifth one this month.
Wondering if he would be given another this month he walked to his bunk, grabbing a blue sweater out of the trunk at the bottom of his bed. The worst case was that they would force him to wear one of those ugly orange shirts the Greeks were wearing. The blond shuddered at the thought, content with the thought of running around half-naked instead or even borrow Rhi’s clothes… although, they would be a very tight fit.
Without further consideration he tossed his half-burned t-shirt behind him, hoping it would land on something that vaguely looked like a pile for trash. A muffled sound told him he didn’t hit the trash but instead someone standing or walking behind him. Turning around he knitted his brows together in slight confusion before raising them in surprise. “Oh,” he exclaimed, his lips slightly parted as the sound left his mouth.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Jonathan swayed back and forth inside the net, a steady stream of curses leaving his lips as he tried to get free. He couldn’t cut it, not having anything sharp on him. No scissors, no knives, no swords, not even a stupid hair pin. And of course, he made sure to make the net fireproof so it would be extra difficult for a demigod or a monster to get out of it. Not freeing themselves easily was the whole point of the contraption. Yet, there he was, a ball of fire dancing around his hand as he attempted to burn the material without luck.
He continued muttering under his breath, cursing his own stupidity and the whole situation itself. This certainly wasn’t his first time trapping himself by accident but no matter how often it had happened in the past it was a situation one wouldn’t like to or shouldn’t find themselves in. However, the muttering stopped abruptly upon hearing steps approaching the forge. He went utterly still, trying his best not to move at all, his breathing quiet and shallow. Embarrassing. That’s what it would be to be caught by someone, no matter who.
Curious eyes watched the unfamiliar demigod walk towards one of the workbenches, looking at the potato that must have fallen out of the sack earlier. Jonathan held his breath, if only for a moment because the struggle to free himself was quite… the struggle, and watched her put the potato aside without further comments. His hand went up to cover his mouth but the boy could only hold his breath for so long. He exhaled slowly but the simple movement of his hand brought the net to a soft sway. Also, it really wasn’t comfortable to sit on it for a longer period of time.
Sure of the fact that his pants probably had a net pattern on them now, the blond couldn’t help but shift slightly to change position from sitting to more sitting. Unfortunately, the other demigod had noticed and looked up at him. Her comment made him snort, followed by a short outburst of a sarcastic laugh, and he rolled his eyes, his face turned toward the ceiling he was hanging from.
Jonathan swallowed, shrugging half-heartedly while his fingers curled around the net in front of him. "What if I am supposed to be hanging here? It’s all part of the plan. I did this very knowingly to myself to test if the trap works or not. It... works.", he said, dropping his gaze to look down at her. He reached up to scratch the top of his head, ruffling the golden waves as he did so, looking around the bottom part of his faulty invention. "Uh do you mind pulling that thing over there… wait. Never mind. It’s wouldn't..." A crease appeared between his eyebrows as he thought about the possible outcome of just dropping the net with him inside. The result might be a broken tailbone, and probably a bruised behind.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The blond held out his arm, calloused fingers curled around the smooth cedar of the bow he was holding. Truth to be told, Jonathan never really was a long-distance combat kind of guy. He always preferred short-range, close combat - a sword in his hands, rather than a bow and arrows. He fiddled with the thin stick between his thumb and index finger, nocking it eventually. With a small but frustrating sigh, he pulled the string towards his cheek, aiming at the target which was standing just 39 yards away - half the distance of an Olympic competition.
The wood curved back, the rough skin of his hand brushing against his cheek as he held his breath, waiting for the signal to release their arrows. When the instructor finally blew his whistle for said signal, Jonathan let go of the arrow, green eyes watching it fly towards the assigned target. With a thud, it pierced the inner blue ring and the son of Vulcan threw up his hands in utter frustration. Just being in the First Cohort had made him become slightly competitive and seeing that he wasn’t the best or any good in this class bothered him.
His eyes wandered over the other targets, curious how his classmates were doing. He wasn’t the worst, there was that relief, but he couldn’t help feeling as if he needed to work harder on his aim and overall archery skill. So instead of putting the weapon back to its place along with the others, Jonathan decided to keep it, refilling his quiver with two sets of arrows. His plans to practice more were vanquished by the next class needing the target range, forcing him to wait until it was free or set a random target elsewhere.
Deciding to do the first, Jonathan left the range and strolled towards the Marching Ring which was close by. He held the bow like a blade in front of him, moving it as if he was fighting with a spatha, blocking invisible blows left and right. The blond continued his little dance-but-not-really-a-dance until he spotted a familiar face among the others. His lips instantly curled up into a grin before he decided to duck away and out of sight.
He slipped out an arrow from the quiver on his back, flicking his fingers at the tip. The grin on his face grew brighter as he watched the flame wrapping around the arrow. Inching closer toward Rhi, the daughter of Mars who happened to also be immune to fire to a certain extent, Jonathan nocked the arrows and aimed at the blonde. He didn’t aim straight at her, although his horrible aim might end up doing the exact opposite. He pursed his lips, letting out a brief whistle to announce the incoming attack, and let go - watching the burning arrow find its way to the target… or not.
Nothing better than attempting to set his best friend on fire.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Jonathan had found himself alone at the Forge that day, though, he wasn’t entirely sure why. The Forge was usually a busy place, even more so with their Greek equivalents arriving. Now it wasn’t just children of Vulcan using the space but also children of Hephaestus. Not that he minded, of course. With the space being empty he was able to test his new trap right there instead of carrying it all out into the woods. The lack of trees was replaced by the ceiling and the decorative pillars in the corners of the room.
While the non-existing trees weren’t much of a problem, Jonathan soon realized that the lack of earth was. He couldn’t fix the contraption inside the ground as planned, the stone floor of the forge making it impossible to dig the metal into it. He stared at the floor for a moment before lifting his gaze to look around the room, green eyes searching for a temporary solution. However, once an idea started blooming inside his head, one that wasn’t just temporary but would make the trap work in other environments instead of forests and fields as he had planned initially, he started working on it instead.
It took him longer than anticipated, time ticking away, his schedule filled with various combat classes he couldn’t skip even if he wanted to. But there he was: standing in front of his hanging net trap, fastened to the floor and the ceiling instead of the ground and trees. The contraption was big enough to fit a human being or perhaps even a smaller monster like a harpy. The ropes were knit with Imperial Gold wire, making it more difficult for a creature to scramble free, however, it wasn’t entirely impossible. The idea behind it was to simply slow down something or someone if needed.
Satisfied with his work he gave himself a little tap on his shoulder before throwing a sack of potatoes he borrowed earlier from the kitchen into the net to set it off… but it didn’t. Confused, the son of Vulcan narrowed his eyes at the sack, the net, and then his eyes wandered up towards the ceiling where the potatoes should be hanging by now. With a disappointed grunt he moved forward, shoving the sack out of the net to try setting it off once more.
The moment the sack rolled to the regular floor a faint, but audible click sound rang out and the net closed around the demigod, heaving him up and holding him trapped inside his own trap. “Wow. Can’t believe this,” he muttered, grumbling under his breath as he tried to wriggle free. But of course, he built it so it wasn’t easy to free oneself, not even the creator of it could. So there he was, stuck inside a net, approximately nine feet above the ground.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Jonathan’s gaze moved between the food, especially the meat pies, and the legionnaire who he somewhat recognized as a third cohort demigod. Fair eyebrows lifted upwards in expectation as he impatiently waited for the boy to hand him at least one of those deliciously looking things. "No, thanks. I don't trust the drinks. Pretty sure someone spiked them." Jonathan narrowed his eyes at the big bowl filled with some kind of punch next to the meat pies. He knew better than to take one of the drinks because the chances of some Mercury child having mixed them with something weird was way too high. He could live without getting diarrhea or having a pig's nose grow on his face.
Holding out a hand as he was rather keen on getting the food he was asking for, he returned his gaze towards the curly head. "The meat pie?" he asked, his stomach growling impatiently. Jonathan didn't mind guard duty. He had accepted it as his duty, partly because almost everyone in the First Cohort was doing it on a regular basis. It kind of pushed him to do the same ever since being at camp, although their schedules had become quite loaded with shifts these days since the Greeks had arrived - or kept arriving.
His injured area on his thigh was throbbing, so he decided to lean back against a pillar that was solely there for the purpose of being decorative. The feast was a mix of both camp's colors. He had been sure that purple and orange weren't going to work out together, a mix of those colors being too much of an eyesore, but it did work out in the end and he was surprised. Whoever had been put in charge of decorating the place was doing a fantastic job.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Jonathan was walking, or rather limping, down the path towards the feast. He had taken part in the armed combat competition earlier and had taken a dagger to his leg. With all the medics being busy or occupied with some whiny Greeks, he left it unattended for the most part. Clean bandages were wrapped around his right thigh, the hem of his dark-colored shorts rolled up to give it some fresh air.
The injury didn’t stop him from attending his guard duties that evening, having signed up for the shift during this welcome feast for the Greeks. He got a hold of a sword on his way, strapping it on his back so it wouldn’t bother his leg if it were to hung on his hip as he usually preferred. Being careful not to put too much weight on the bad leg the blond steadily made his way to the feast, seeking his assigned spot near the seating area.
He stood still for quite some time before his leg decided to be a pain in the gluteus maximus. The bandage was soaked through with crimson and he just scowled at the sight of it. Well, it had to wait. Jonathan still had half of his shift to go before he could leave and seek a medic at the infirmary. Green eyes wandered over the many demigods that were assembled and enjoyed their dinner when his stomach decided to make itself noticeable. Looking over to the closest person he cleared his throat.
[attr="class","hopelovename2"] JONATHAN TOMIR KOVACHEV
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[break] Fire on fire, would normally kill us[break] With this much desire, together, we're winners[break] They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]NICKNAMES(S) // jace, jon
[ OUTGOING, FUN-LOVING ] - Unlike the stereotype, Jonathan is a very outgoing and people-loving person. He doesn't necessarily share the common belief that machines are better than humans. He's known to make friends wherever he goes and strikes up conversations at random. He's always up for adventures and mischief, doesn't mind bending the rules in his favor, and just likes having a good time. Although a kind-natured soul he can often come off as arrogant and rude as being in the first cohort and having certain friends has boosted his pride.[break][break]
[ OPTIMISTIC ] - Someone has to be right? Jonathan always tries to see the good in whatever situation he or others might find themselves in. It helps him to stay calm in stressful situations. Having an optimistic outlook on things, in general, keeps his spirits up and he prefers grasping even the smallest bit of hope than entirely letting go of it and giving up.[break][break]
[ CHAOTIC ] - A weakness of his is that he can be quite messy and forgetful. His things tend to be scattered everywhere and he has a hard time finding anything. He's never punctual, always forgetting his training schedule, and could be regarded as the god of excuses. Losing track of time is nothing rare. However, he has embraced the chaos and just lives with it, not giving any f-'s about it. Confused is his unofficial middle name and disorder his last.[break][break]
[ HARDWORKING ] - Finally a trait expected of a son of Vulcan. Jonathan is someone who puts all his energy and commitment into a task. He has a general dislike of not finishing stuff, despite his chaotic nature, and doesn't mind putting lots of effort into the aforementioned task. This usually applies to forging his own abilities and refining his fighting skills. He can oftentimes be found training for hours straight until he finally feels accomplished.[break][break]
[ JEALOUS ] - One out of two traits inherited by his father, Jonathan tends to be quite jealous. Growing up he always envied his half-siblings and their ability to be expert builders. While he has gotten used to not being like them and has chosen the part of a warrior instead, but part of him still envies them for their calm natures. He dislikes others taking his possessions without permission and can be very defensive when it comes to his friends.[break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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at camp for 8 years ; claimed[break][break]
Jonathan was the result of a fiery one-night stand between his mother and Vulcan. He was raised in Los Angeles where he lived until he moved to Camp Jupiter. Growing up with his mother, who was working as a sculptor and owned her own workshop and studio, Jonathan had lived a rather quiet and uneventful life. He spent a lot of time in his mother's studio or at home with a private tutor and nanny. His family was well off, his mother has made quite a name in the industry but that also meant she didn't have a lot of time for him. [break][break]
Having no one to really supervise his activities in his free time, Jonathan caused a lot of trouble when he was in school. Not the sort involving picking fights or bullying, nah. He tended to tinker with other people's things and setting things... and maybe a student... on fire. He was around 13 when the incident that included a student got him expelled from school. Fire is by nature a very chaotic element, one that is hard to control. [break][break]
Later that day the student and his friends sought him out near his house in Beverly Hills. He didn't fear them so he followed the group into a forest-y area nearby. Jonathan was never the kind of person to pick fights but pushing the right buttons multiple times did the trick. The boys weren't aware of the bush fire that had started in the same area and was rushing towards them. By the time it was close they were engaged in a fistfight, Jonathan's face all bruised and bloody. He was losing, not being much of a fighter back then.[break][break]
When the fire had arrived only Jonathan and one of the boys, the student he had accidentally set on fire at school, were left. The flames were circling around them, trapping them. Unfortunately, the two of them were exhausted to the point of both fainting before they had a chance to even attempt to escape. Jonathan embraced the heat it brought, wrapping around him like a blanket. [break][break]
The next morning he woke up at home, unscathed, with the exception of the bruises from the fight. The other boy didn't survive. Jonathan had no idea how he managed to survive the flames, sure of being completely engulfed by them. His mother didn't care. She was busy with work and all that mattered to her was that he was still alive and in one piece. The firefighters who rescued him had no explanation either, calling it some sort of miracle. [break][break]
One week later he found himself at the Wolf House. One month later he found himself half-naked after accidentally burning off his own pants. He trained, hard, ambitious to survive and go to Camp Jupiter. He was pretty sure no one at home cared whether or not he returned. So he set a goal, a challenge perhaps, to make it to Camp and become the opposite of what he used to be. He wasn't born a warrior but he could certainly be molded into one - just like a lump of metal could be molded into a shining and sharp blade. Upon arriving at camp he was sorted into the first cohort with sparkling recommendation letters.
[ PYROKINESIS ] - Jonathan has the ability to generate, control, and manipulate fire to his will. He can bend the fire at his will, create flames out of nowhere, is resistant to heat and the fire itself so it does not burn him. He can also raise his body temperature using this power. As an experienced demigod, he can easily summon a flame out of thin air, shape it, alter the size and control the heat. He can withstand fire to a certain extent without getting burned by it but it's time-limited and dependant on the temperature of the fire. If the material allows it he can transfer a flame to a weapon. Although being experienced and trained, using his powers for too long physically drains him. His skin and hair, technically his body, may be resistant to fire but everything else is pretty much flammable and burns if he isn't careful. E.g. clothes. He's fully content with his ability, which might have provided help in learning to control it, as he is not afraid of it.[break][break]
[ CRAFTSMANSHIP, FORGERY ] - Jace has always been different in comparison to his father Vulcan. He's known to be more of a fighter than a forger, however, he still spends a great deal in the forge - just not as much as other children of Vulcan or Hephaestus. His favorite items to work on are weapons and traps. He has vast knowledge about forging and crafting from his mother. His main power is solely manipulating fire so he doesn't have any magical abilities in this section, which is one of the main reasons why he's more of a warrior.[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.
