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!
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This time, it was during the full brightness of the mid-afternoon sun. Perhaps, the least luckiest time of all to be aimlessly shirking duties, but alas, she had decided to follow her whim, consequences be dammed. The weather was turning cooler and the slight nip of chilliness in the air contrasted sharply against the bright sunshine in the loveliest way. She had been powerless to resist its call. So she had wandered about, making her way opposite of the Caldecott Tunnel entrance. A place where she would most likely run into Romans. A problem she didn't bother worrying too much over anyway past that.
Her feet aimlessly carried her through the woods and she soon found herself carried to a water's edge. The power radiated from the flowing waterfront, she could practically feel the magic in the air. She knew of the Tiber, but hadn't made it this far through to camp to have actually seen it yet. She had to give it to the Romans. For a people who wholly refused to acknowledge all of the beauty in their world, they sure did make a point of surrounding themselves with it. Their temples, architecture, and garden was a sight to behold.
Nadja sighed contently as she settled herself down near the river. A soft hum came from her lips as she leaned over, carefully picking a bright yellow tulip that was near.
Nadja heard a groan leave his lips, knowing the effect of her powers were taking a toll on his system. The push against him had been strong, but it had to be. The monster who looked like her romaïkós, her Mikhael, had been hades-bent upon taking her life. She had to do what she did out of reflex not fun. He accused her of playacting and a humorless laugh left her lips before she retorted back, anger filling every word. "And what of the bruises? Are they pretend as well?" She didn't want to think of what her neck looked like. The pain was a constant throbbing ache that ebbed and flowed along with her pulse. She was terrible at tailoring herself, but even if she could she wouldn't dare. Not at the moment. Not when she might still need to defend herself against this monster creature that wore her Mikhael's face.
Nadja had stood up, bracing herself against another attack, but he seemed to be restraining himself. She feared that perhaps he didn't remember. That maybe he had forgotten her or worse, that something horribly nefarious was wrong. Perhaps this was a twin? But no. It was him. It was her Mikhael, laughing bitterly as if it was an insinuation that she had saved his life.
Nadja was thoroughly bewildered as she watched him then heartily laugh, as if she had told the world's most hilarious joke. She took a step forward, her hand hovering in the air, intending to touch him, "Gods, I think you might be concussed." Genuine concern filled her features as her hand remained aloft. Then he spoke. Causing her to freeze.
Hades? She felt that was a bit extreme. Sure, it wasn't ideal, but it wasn't as if she had her pick of where to stow him to keep him safe from the retribution of the literal goddess of retribution. She hadn't thought that she was going to make it out alive, she had wanted him to at least have a fighting chance though. He was strong. He was a Roman, her romaïkós for gods sakes, if anyone could make it out of the Lotus, it would be her Mikhael. She hadn't done it maliciously, it had been to save his life. To give him what she knew he would have given her if he had seen the goddess first. "No, it wasn't ideal, but-"
The solid form of a pillow landed on his back, interrupting her speech and Nadja paused, like a deer caught in headlights as his eyes caught hers before traveling the length of her. Did he not remember? All of the laughter next to the fire. The countless times they saved one another. The feel of her hand in his. Could he truly not care? Gods she hadn't thought that she had been sending him on holiday, but surely it wasn't worth erasing all of what they shared. He ordered her out and she followed, not bothering to grab the ruined robe that lay next to his bed.
The moment they made it outside of the barrack he turned to her, fist balled and she instinctively flinched, her hand coming up to shield another attack. Thankfully, it was only a verbal assault he was after and Nadja listened, her hands dropping as she shook her head, protesting the moment he called her the enemy. "I'm not. I've never been your enemy Mikhael." Nadja crossed her arms in front of her, irritation seeping in just the slightest, "Have you forgotten that it was your people who chained me up for no reason? Your people who would have gladly let me die simply because I wasn't one of you."
He crossed his arms as well and she was sure that they looked like the picture definition of stubbornness and iron-will as they regarded one another. He spoke up then, the words causing her heart to break. He couldn't say her name. He could utter nothing more than calling her that terrible slur that she loathed so very much. She hurt him, that was obviously clear, but surely he had to know that wasn't her intention. Nadja's face filled with solace and as she spoke, the words were soft and pleading. "I'm sorry you were trapped. I'm sorry that you were alone in that place. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. Please Mikael…" Her eyes pleaded with his.
"I saw her. Nemesis. She appeared between the two large buildings, near the breakfast place that we stopped at. Do you remember?" The barest hint of a smile came to her lips as she thought about that meal. As she remembered his laugh and how she had mercilessly made fun of him because he had never had a waffle before. "She appeared and I knew that if you saw her, you would fight her. I knew that you wouldn't let her harm me. I knew that you would have fought until you died and I couldn't let that happen." A tear ran down her cheek as she continued. "I couldn't see you hurt or killed and so yes, I tricked you. I knew that you would be safe inside. I knew that you'd live and I'm sorry that it happened to you, but I would make that choice again and again if it meant that you were safe and alive."
Had it not been for the searing pain that tore at her throat, Nadja would have wondered if she had passed out. Perhaps hit her head on a metal bunk in the barrack and was now having some sort of horrific nightmare. This was no dream though. He was so near, his body so close to hers that all she wanted to do was throw her arms around him and bury her face into him, into that scent that had haunted her thoughts for utterly too long. His body was so near, but he felt so far away. Because this man who had her throat in his grip was not her Mikhael.
Her eyes pleaded with his as the tears came. His features were unrelenting, cruelness and rage burning behind his eyes. No, this vengeful creature of hatred was not her Mikhael. She wasn't even sure he was human as he snarled at her. Was this some sort of test? Was this a Roman apparition or illusion? This could not be the same boy who had saved her. This could not be the same boy who she had laughed and fallen in love with. That word that she loathed came from his lips, Greacus. His strong hands squeezed harder and she realized with absolute clarity that he was going to kill her. This thing. This shell of the person who she had known.
Dots danced in front of her vision, like fireworks to a show that she would never get to see. Her head swam as she tried desperately to push his hands from her throat. Her hand pressed against his chest, feebly trying to push him away but her strength had left her. So she had lashed out with her powers. Pulling every ounce of strength and focus she had left to make him tired and dizzy. She would not die like this. Nadja found herself praying, begging and pleading silently as she adjusted the chemicals in his brain, her hand making contact with his body, forcing his to relent to hers.
In an instant, he loosened his hands from her, his body falling back onto his bed. Nadja inhaled oxygen, her throat burning as a cough racked its way out. She instinctively moved away from her attacker, her legs giving out as she slipped off the bed and fell to the floor. Her body was trembling as adrenaline ran rampant through system. She sat back on her knees, trying to pull herself together. She never was very good at tailoring herself. She should run, she knew that. She should perhaps find someone who could help, who could apprehend this imposter, this vile monster who had attacked her. His voice broke through her thoughts as he called her a traitor.
Confusion filled her features as she glanced at him. "Traitor? What are you talking about?" Her voice was soft, almost pleading, a feeling that was utterly foreign to her but none of this was making any sense. He stood up then, his arm reaching forward before he clenched his fist. Nadja had backed up from him as he continued to address her. She didn't dare take her eyes off of his. It truly was him. This was no trick, at least not an illusion. He was truly here and he had actually attacked her. Nadja felt a burning wave of indignation flare in her.
She stood carefully, wobbling only slightly as she did, leveling her gaze at him. "How dare you call me a traitor. I saved your life and your only thanks is to attempt to end mine?" Her words were laced with fire as she stood before him. She was well aware that her robe was somewhere near or under the other side of his bed, and that she stood in the middle of his barrack in nothing more than lace and sheer fabric but she could not manage a care for any of that.
He towered over her, but there was no fear anymore in her eyes. "Is it them? Is that why you're acting like a psychopath?" She motioned towards the sleeping forms that were nearby without daring to take her eyes off of his. "You get back to your precious Romans and suddenly I'm the enemy once more? You really do have more brawn than brain." The humor was nowhere on her face as she regarded him, unrelenting against his wall of fury that threatened to burn here where she stood.
Nadja could practically see the tenseness leaving him in waves, his shoulders relaxing just the tiniest bit as they had both seemed to come to an agreement. She had dealt with her fair share of Roman pride, a thick façade of perfection and strength. They all seemed to be carrying around the weight of the world on their shoulders. Not that she knew anything of the boy before her or why he now felt comfortable dropping his tense demeanor. Or even if the tenseness was due to maintaining that façade or something else entirely.
Still, it seemed almost second nature for them all to be on guard. She couldn't imagine living like that. She would constantly be walking around with a scowl on her face, an idea that she would never allow to happen. Nadja returned the boy's smile as they both took a bite of the dessert they had fought over.
Nadja sighed happily as she tasted the treat. She had been right. It had been worth fighting over. The espresso blended perfectly with the cream and cake to create an absolutely heavenly morsel. She was quite pleased with her choice of confections. The boy seemed equally pleased and they sat together in silence for a moment as they both took bites of their share in the treat.
He was the first to speak, giving her a smile and introducing himself. Nadja gave him a bright smile in return, "Nice to make your acquaintance, I'm Nadja." She listened quietly as he spoke, taking another bite of her cake. When he mentioned that it'd be nice to meet his mother, a thoughtful look came over her features. "I suppose you're right." She put her fork into the cake again before she looked up quizzically, "Who is your mother? I'd say that proposed thought hinges on the parent in question. I mean, if your parent was the god of war would you be excited to stand on his welcome mat? Probably not." She gave a small chuckle as she waited for his reply.
He mentioned that he was tired from working and her chin tilted slightly. She didn't want to pry of course and she knew that it was very well not any of her business but his body wasn't exactly radiating the kind of pain that normally caused exhaustion due to physical exertion. There was normally lactic acid in the muscles, low ATP molecules in the body. Normally there were indicators that practically screamed over-exhaustion from physical work, but she wasn't getting any of those.
Her eyes looked over him carefully before leaning forward and holding out her hand. "I'm a healer. If you'd like, I can help with feeling tired?" It wasn't a hard fix. Something she could easily do in mere moments if he wished. Her eyes met his, a smile still on her lips as she waited for his reply.
Nadja's eyes ran over his face. Gods, he had gotten more handsome. It seemed entirely unfair yet here he was. She could smell his scent and she let herself breathe it in deeply. It was the same scent that she had clung to after waking up in Camp Half-Blood. She hadn't wanted to wash her shirt, it had been saturated with the only remnants she had of him. The product of snuggling close for far too little of a time than what she would have liked with him. His arm had been draped over hers, for purely survival reasons of course, at least that's what he had insisted it be called. She missed it. She missed him.
His eyes met hers and she smiled. He seemed to still be waking from his slumber, his body sitting up slowly. She resisted the urge to throw her arms around him, perhaps hop inside of his bed and let her body do what her words couldn't relay. She knew him better than that though. The big, burly Roman with his just as large sense of propriety might have passed out if she attempted something like that.
Mikhael slowly raised his hand, his skin touching hers and Nadja could only close her eyes as he made contact. She moved her head gently into his touch, missing the feel of his hands on her. Gods, she had died and gone to Elysium. Nadja had never felt such joy. Then it had all gone to Hades.
He grabbed her wrist sharply, forcing her body to jump, her eyes to widen slightly. "Mikhael? Mikhael it's me…" He emitted a sound that made a shiver run down her spine and she tried to pull her hand back from his grip. "Please…Mikahael you're…hurting me." She hadn't had the chance to do much more as he moved his grip from her wrist to her gown. She barely uttered a whimper before his other hand closed around her throat.
Nadja struggled, her mouth forming a perfect O as panic began seizing her. Her mind tried to make sense of what was going on. He would quit. He would stop. He would see it was her and relent. Her thoughts screaming that none of this made sense. The pressure on her throat increased. He was going to kill her, the thought chilling her to her bones.
Nadja closed her eyes, her oxygen deprived brain slowly beginning to shut down. She reached out with her powers, sensing the innerworkings of his body. She carefully drew the blood from his brain, not enough to knock him out, but enough to slow him. She urged the melatonin to flood his system, making him feel as if he was in a fog. Her powers begging his body to relent and obey her command.
Nadja had just left the most amazing bathing experience in her entire life. She would always have Greek bias, but she had to give it to the Romans: they perfected the art of the bath. There were private areas filled with frothy and steamy water that remarkably stayed at the perfect temperature throughout the whole bath. The walls allowed the most exemplary acoustics so she could sing as if she was on a stage. Then the baths themselves held jars upon jars of fragrances and perfumes to add to the water as well as plush bath towels when one was finished.
She had spent well over an hour in the calming waters, scrubbing and pampering herself from head to toe. She had changed into her softest pajamas that revealed perhaps a little too much to be walking around freely in camp with. Tugging on a silk robe to add a bit of modesty to her clothes she finally exited the tepidarium well past time for bed.
The Romans tended to stick to a schedule as if it was gospel and she wasn't surprised to see that everything around her was dark. There were no lights on in the Mess Hall. Nor was there anyone hanging around the Praetoria except for two guards who didn't pay her any mind. Unfortunately, that also meant that there were also no lights alighting the way to her barrack. Nadja hadn't minded though, the camp was quiet and peaceful this late at night. The stars were the only lights shining down and she had a pleased smile on her lips as she made it into the barracks.
She walked along the pathway between bunks, heading towards the one she knew was hers. There were soft snores here and there as she stopped at her bunk. Only, there was a body already inside of her covers. She glanced around, assuming that perhaps she had counted wrong but no. This bed should have been hers. Nadja moved to the next bunk to ask the girl who slept across from her what was going on when she realized it was not her, but a boy. Nadja then quickly realized that she was not in her bunk at all, but instead in one of the Roman ones.
She muttered a very unfeminine word before slowly making her way back out the way she came. She silently prayed that none of the Romans would wake up before she could make her exit. Three more bunks to go and she saw the door stand before her. As her eyes moved back to the path though, they landed upon a sleeping form. Nadja came to an abrupt halt as she saw him, his name coming out of her lips in the barest of a whisper, "Mikhael". The demigod who she had been prepared to die for. The boy who had sulked into her life and stole every inch of her heart.
Her eyes softened, she found a soft smile on her lips. He made it. He fought his way out of the casino. She should have known of course. She should have bet on him, but it had seemed impossible. It had seemed insurmountable. Yet here he was. Laying in a bed, asleep and safe right before her very eyes. She gently laid her hand against his cheek. Her thumb softly caressing him.
Nadja noted the tense smile. She had hit a nerve, which hadn't been her intent. Strike two against her odds of eating the tiramisu. Instead of shoving her off with a callous comment like she halfway expected of him though, he proclaimed that he'd answer both of her questions. She listened with a small grin on her face. "Hmm. I suppose one out of two isn't bad then." Her chin tilted to the side in thought as she continued, "If I was a baseball player I'd be in the hall of fame."
She gave him a grin before considering the other part of his reply. "But no, I can assure you with absolute certainty that you do not want to meet a goddess. Or a god for that matter." Oh the story she could tell him. The blonde mountain of a boy who she had given up flashing immediately in her mind. Now was not the time for any of that, nor the place though. It felt odd being in his home already, she couldn't very well go down that road and not risk falling apart and therefore missing out on a delectable dessert. She gave another grin, her voice light, "They're terribly full of themselves and rubbish at conversation. You're not missing out on anything."
Nadja's lips quirked to the side as he replied, rebuffing all attempts at her flattery. She was forming an argument in her mind when something he said caught her attention. Genuine curiosity filled her features as she asked, "Why are you exhausted? Too much fun in the games today?" She hadn't seen any events that this particular demigod had appeared in, but she very well couldn't attend them all. As much as she would have liked. It really was a pity none of it was recorded for further viewing later. It would provide much more motivation than anything they currently were offering.
The boy wasn't keen on backing down and neither was she. As he proposed sharing the cake, removing his fork from the dessert, a very small part of her piped up that now would be the perfect time to steal it and run. She was much more kinder than that though, perhaps if she hadn't already had the chocolate ice cream she might have made a run for it, but alas. A small bit was better than creating an enemy and it beat having none at all any day of the week. "Deal. My name is Nadja by the way. I suppose if we're sharing a dessert we should at least be on a first-name basis." She let him cut the cake in half, trusting his judgement, at least that was the plan. If he planned on cutting a small bit and running off she might take off in pursuit.
Nadja was a very peaceful person. She didn't see any point in fighting, at least not when it wasn't warranted, but as for dessert? She would happily defend her prized morsels. After all, there was no telling when the next opportunity would arise for anything sweet to cross the borders of the camp that she found herself in. She would have to bribe a child of Hermes to sneak her in something and gods knew they would ask some outrageous price.
Her fork had clashed with another. She hadn't intended on setting foot inside a battle arena, but as the boy across from her didn't back down she realized the battle had come to her. Instead of swords they were wielding forks and instead of something as vapid as pride being the prize it was a delicious piece of espresso-soaked cake. A much better prize in her opinion.
The boy mentioned there was plenty of other treats and Nadja smiled, "Exactly. So go run along and have your fill." He then told her hands off and she pursed her lips. He tried pulling the treat his way and she instead put her fork in the dessert, pulling it closer to her side. The two performing a very small rendition of tug-of-rope with the plate. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's ladies first ?" Nadja's eyes scanned over the boy. She hadn't seen him before, and though she hadn't seen every Greek that had been at camp, she was almost certain this one was a Roman. She would win no points by being a Greek of course, a fact that she was very well aware of.
She gave a bright smile, still leaning forward, meeting his eyes, "Aren't you Roman? I saw your beautiful Mess Hall earlier, I'm sure you could waltz right in and ask a plate of tiramisu to appear. It truly is a marvel." A bit of flattery never hurt anyone. She thought about taking her fork out and enjoying the bite that came with it, but she guessed that the moment she took her fork off the plate he'd snatch it away entirely.
Nadja was having a fantastic day. She had not directly participated in any of the day's events, but she had enjoyed them immensely from the sidelines. There was so much to see and do. The competition was thrilling and though she did cheer for the Greeks when a match was between them and a Roman, for the most part she had just been happy to watch. Whenever a particular match grew long or brutal there was so much cheering, so much noise and chaos that it was thrilling. There also happened to be a whole bevy of handsome, muscled, and occasionally shirtless men. Who could ever ask for more? The day had drawn to a close much too early for her liking.
She was consoled only by the fact that they were specifically promised delectable desserts after the afternoon's events. She hadn't eaten a dessert in well over four months, which was a crime against her very nature. In Camp Half-Blood she had an entire secret snack drawer dedicated to chocolates and candy. Then some rude person had torched the place and she had to relocate halfway across the country. Her time on the road had been nothing less than awful. She had to tend to wounds and help others make the arduous journey. She had asked for payment in chocolate but everyone had thought that was a joke. Then they had arrived at this place to find that sweets were not on the menu. Something about no nutritional value or some rubbish like that.
Tonight, however, was different. There were not only delicious and savory foods as far as the eye could see, but more desserts than she could count. She had started with chocolate fudge ice cream, as the obvious first choice. It was an ice cream, which was practically a liquid, which was basically a drink therefore perfectly acceptable to start a meal with. After the ice cream, she had some roast, to satisfy the requirement of nutrition. It was then that a beautifully made tiramisu had appeared on the table. Campers of course reached in to get their own slices. As she finally leaned over to get her own piece she was shocked to see only one left. She immediately reached forward, her fork meeting someone else's "Hey!"
[OUTGOING] She is very much an extrovert. She loves meeting new people and trying new things. She's always the first to volunteer for something and the last to go home when the bar is closing. She is not a quiet wallflower. Please look elsewhere for that thank you very much[break][break] [CHARMING] Though many would call it flirting, when she wants to get her way she can be quite appealing. A trick that's quite handy when she needs to soothe a patient who is in pain or an ares camper who needs to calm down. [break][break] [QUICK-WITTED] A little trait that can sometimes get her into trouble. She has no issues speaking her mind and doing so loudly. She doesn't hold much to herself so if she has an opinion, you're going to hear it.[break][break] [PASSIONATE] She isn't one to keep things to herself. When she's happy she's blissfully happy. She can talk on and on about things that she's interested in or things that she wants to do. When she gets an idea to do something she can sometimes have tunnel-vision until she accomplishes it. [break][break] [EMPATHETIC] She finds it easy to see another person's side of things. She's quite empathetic, even to strangers. She tends to have a way of digging in deep and seeing things that people would rather not be seen. [break][break] [SWEET TOOTH] The girl loves anything with chocolate. Is she mad at you? Chocolate cupcake. Boom, issue solved.[break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Mother: Evalina Oretsev[break] Father: Apollo[break] Claimed | 7 years at camp[break][break]
Nadja was born to Evalina Oretsev, a young actress who had just gotten her big break. Before she had gotten pregnant, she had been struggling to make it big. Taking gigs that ranged from small, local plays to car commercials. It had been a stroke of luck that she ended up landing a role, albeit a minor one, on Broadway. It had been enough though. She had captured the audience. She had also caught the attention of a rather handsome man who had taken her out to dinner after the show. The two were enamored with one another and whether it was the wine or the high of her first broadway show, she went home with him. [break][break] The next morning she had gotten a cab and gone home, never to see the man again. A few weeks later she had found out that she was pregnant but couldn't find the man. He seemed to have vanished. Nadja delivered the baby and though she had originally set her mind to give her up for adoption, she couldn't let go. It was also around that time when she was offered her first movie role. So she had taken it and thus began Nadja's life of traveling with her mother. Sometimes it was to a movie set, sometimes a play in some town that she had never heard of. She hadn't cared, she had been in love with it all. Every week was a new place, new faces and a thousand new things to do. The girl had fit in seamlessly and had been quite happy with her life. Sure there were odd happenings here and there, like how she rarely got sick and her cuts always healed remarkably fast, but nothing that had ever been cause for alarm.[break][break] Then, one day, the unthinkable happened. There had been a collision on the way to one of their shooting locations. A drunk driver had veered into their lane, causing the car that she, her mother, and two friends were riding in to crash. Nadja had been the only one who had remained this side of the Earth. She hadn't made it out unscathed though, the door had pinned her leg and a piece of metal had pierced her stomach. She had thought it was all over when a stranger appeared, emitting an ethereal golden glow. He touched the girl and the next thing Nadja knew, she woke up on the grass, perfectly healed. The man stayed with her while the coroner came, taking the only person she had in the world away forever. He told her who he was, who she was and where she needed to go. Had she not been magically healed by the random glowing being, she might have had a harder time believing him. [break][break] The girl had followed his direction though, meeting two other demigods along the way. She was claimed immediately upon entry into camp and had been there four years when she had gotten assigned to a quest. It had been a horrible plan from the very beginning but she had been chosen as the leader so she did her duty faithfully. It had been herself, a child of Ares, and a child of Nemesis trekking halfway across the country. The only thing they had completed was amassing large amounts of trouble and the death of the poor child of Nemesis. Nadja had barely had time to register the loss when none other than Nemesis herself appeared and threatened to take her, well, revenge. So Nadja had ran. The plan had been working perfectly until she ran into a completely different group of demigods who also happened to be on a quest. [break][break] She had stumbled upon the other group right has the fading glow from Nemesis and her wrath had began to clear from the area. Nadja tried explaining that she was a demigod like they were but they were having none of it. So she became their prisoner, which truly had just been the epitome of unfairness. She would have assumed this itself was the way Nemesis would get her back, by letting a group of fellow demigods burn her at the stake for being a proverbial witch, but alas there was more to come. Nemesis herself appeared again, seeking retribution and Nadja had thought the end was nigh. Out of nowhere though, one of the Roman campers freed her, the two taking off at a sprint away from the vengeful goddess. [break][break] They made camp together, having lost now both sets of quest parties. They had been thoroughly lost themselves, but at least they had each other. Or rather that had been the sentiment that she had tried to get him to see. He had been stern and very anti-Greek, though the longer they camped together, the less any of that began to matter. She had actually been quite smitten with the boy and his stoic ways that made her want to kiss him just to see the look on his face. She was growing quite fond of him as they had finally, mercifully made it to town. They had come upon the Lotus Casino, a place she knew from one of her siblings and their misfortunes there. Before she could comment on it though, she had felt a chill and looked to her left, seeing Nemesis, seeking retribution at last. In a split second she realized that if he saw her, he would fight until his last breath. A fight that he would lose. She would not let that happen. She had turned to him, giving him a bright smile and telling him to go inside and that she'd be right behind him. She walked arm in arm with him, right up until he stepped through the doors. She stopped, letting him go forever. She turned in time to see Nemesis before her, but as the goddess raised her hand to strike, a familiar golden glow blocked it. [break][break] Nadja woke up in camp. She was told that Apollo had dropped her off at the border. The other members of the quest never made it back and she could only hope that Mick had gotten out. That had been three years ago. Since the destruction of her camp, she finds herself in what she assumed had been his camp.
Nadja has Vitakinesis. She can manipulate the internal workings of someone's body. She can cause a heartbeat to slow or cause nerves to make one feel cooler or warmer. She cannot control physical aspects of the human body, such as making a bone snap back in place, but she can manipulate almost anything internally. Healing wounds and manipulating small things doesn't take much out of her. If it's something large or something she wants to enact on a group of people she can only do it for a small amount of time before passing out. The person must be in sight and if she can touch them, the effect is usually much stronger.
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.
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