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.
Blast, he was definitely out of his depth. Why was she looking like that? Like he’d kicked her puppy or something? Callan knew very little about attachment to animals, but he wasn’t unnecessarily violent with them considering they weren’t exactly antagonistic towards him. Never in his entire life had Callan been so completely baffled by a person nor by an interaction as this whole very bizarre morning, and he was quite ready to call it. Patience spent, he responded with nothing more than a grunt when the girl seemed to perk up that they would see each other at dinner. It was a weird and gross feeling that he could make someone else smile. Smile, as though she had actually wanted to be friends with him and happy that he had said he was going to get her food, even though he only did it because she hadn’t been the one to deserve to wear his breakfast. When had his whole world just changed so completely? Resolving to do his best to ignore this whole situation - and hope that the girl had forgotten about this morning by the time dinner rolled around - Callan just shook his head and stomped away. He sure as heck hoped this would be the last he’d see or hear of this odd, strange girl who kept trying to be nice to him.
By the gods, he was completely out of his depth, and it was an uncomfortable feeling. If this was anyone else in any kind of similar situation, Callan was sure he would be flat on his back after a few too many punches to the face, or perhaps standing over a prone body with blood on his knuckles. What Callan knew and expected was a pushback, of violence meeting violence, clashing anger and flying fists. He didn’t know how to react to girls trying to be nice (?!) to him and offering him to sit with them, and still smiling and not taking offence when he didn’t jump at the chance for some company. Was he supposed to know what he was supposed to do in this situation? “No,” he said to his own question out loud, but also in answer to the girl’s question. Which one of hers was he replying to, the first or second? Was his brain melting? He should probably escape now before he made a complete fool of himself because he didn’t know how to punch the niceness out of this girl. Maybe he should try actually punching her? He was never one to attack unprovoked, though. Shower sounded like a good idea. “Just. See you at dinner.” There, that sounded vague and noncommittal enough, right?
She was picking off pasta now and she was going on the defensive for a second before cracking a joke, and the idea that someone could be trying to make jokes right after him threatening them with bodily harm was just insane. And it wasn't even the kind of joke that was supposed to make people laugh at him, either, or at least as far as he could figure out. Callan didn't know what the heck he was supposed to do with that information. Was she trying to be... friendly? Was that normal to her? It certainly wasn't to him. He blinked once, then twice, expecting her to say something like 'syke' then proceed to point her finger and laugh at him or something, but when her expression didn't change, Callan found himself descending into even more confusion. "I. You want me, to come eat with you?" Is this how people made friends? This didn't count as friend-making, right. No way. Maybe if he exploded something in the distance, she would revert into something he knew how to handle.
The girl spoke, and she may have meant for her words to be soothing, but of course Callan did not take it as such. His nose scrunched as he let go of her as soon as she had stood up, wiping his hand to get rid of the sticky residue. He didn't have to prove anything to anyone. He was who he was, and his threatening words had nothing to do with trying to show anything anything. "I'm not trying to prove anything to anyone, especially you," he retorted, turning away when she started pulling away bits of food from herself. Now that the original fury of food being dumped on him was starting to fade away, the slightest tendrils of guilt were entering his system at the sight of this girl and the mess she was in. Callan hated bullies, considering he was usually on the receiving end of their taunts, and he remembered all too clearly what it was like to have food thrown at someone. If she was as innocent as she seemed to be, then she definitely didn't deserve her fate. Callan wanted to run a hand down his face in exhaustion, but his hands were gross and he really should take a shower and change. No matter what, though, he was not going to apologise for that. "You should probably wash that off," he said instead, his voice sounding unnatural as he struggled with what to say. "I'll... get you. Food. Probably. For that." A hand gestured vaguely and rather helplessly to the girl as she stood, trying to clean herself up.
From his experience, people tended to laugh at him and be all high and mighty when they were up, but they sure did plead for their lives when they were down, losing their badassery when they were flattened. Callan wanted to believe it was the same with this girl, that she had been laughing at him and was trying to backtrack now that she was on the ground. The bullies always tried to play the victim when they found themselves without their pedestal. Callan wanted to believe that, because this was what he was used to - but for some reason this girl felt different. She seemed different, and he didn't know what to do about that. He leaned back, eyes hard as he stared down at her, trying to decide if he believed her or not. Gritting his teeth once more, he debated whether he should help her up, before his mother's voice sounded in his head again and he relented. Callan wasn't a complete hole, after all, more than anything his rudeness was in response to other things, and this girl seemed defenseless enough. "Alright, fine. But if you dare try to cross me, I'll make you think twice." And with that olive branch that he didn't even know he was capable of giving, Callan offered her his hand.
Callan was trying to find words. He knew words, right? He didn't use them very often, preferring to let his fists do the talking, but he supposed somewhere in his brain he knew he was able to talk. But apparently he didn't need to say more than that, because the girl was talking again, and then she started smiling, and Callan didn't know anyone who smiled at him without laughing at him, and so he found himself getting angry again. "Are you laughing at me?" he demanded, turning his body so that he was facing the girl now, thunderclouds rolling in his eyes as he took a step towards this girl. He wasn't above hitting girls when they deserved it, and considering Roman females were more than able to hold their own, he didn't doubt this girl could, either. He was just about to take another step to intimidate her some more when she slipped on something on the floor. Probably his juice or something. Was he supposed to offer her help? He never had before, so instead he leaned down a little so he was staring into her eyes, repeating his question. "Tell me honestly, or I will break something valuable. Were you laughing at me?"
This girl just... asked him if she could buy him lunch? After touching his arm which, by the way, she hadn't stopped doing yet? The few wires in Callan's brain were short-circuiting, which to be honest didn't really require a lot. But this was something he was completely confused by; he'd never been treated this way by anyone before, and Callan found himself unable to react. He was practically just staring, the sounds of the Mess Hall swelling around him, before he gritted his teeth and snapped one word: "No." Callan knew he should probably say something else, but he found himself unable to even form coherent thoughts. What was he supposed to say after this? Should he be moving? He felt he should be moving, removing the warm palm from his bicep, but he was just so surprised and weirded out that he found himself with nothing else to say or do.
He wasn't really an easily distracted person, especially when he had a target on his sites, but having someone touch him was oddly disconcerting, especially when it was the girl and she had seemed to grab on to his arm by accident, too. It was the first skin-to-skin touch he'd experienced in a while that wasn't a slap or a punch or any other kind of violent movement. It actually sent a shiver of something unpleasant and unusual creeping across his skin as he stalled, his eyes staring first at the hand on his arm then to the face of the girl who had dared to reach out to him, no matter how accidental it seemed. Dimly, behind the alarm bells ringing in his head, he heard someone yell at the probatio kid to scram, but Callan found himself unable to move, frozen in cold and unwelcome surprise at the interaction.
Alright, so Callan was not a finesse fighter. He was more of a loose cannon, attacking everyone and everything and probably not very accurately. He realised too late that the probatio had already moved a few steps away, and his food tray had landed on some girl he didn't recognise. Callan wasn't too good with faces or names unless he'd fought them before, but he was pretty sure no Roman girl talked or looked like this one. His mother's voice in his head told him he should apologise, but Callan had long since learned to ignore it. He wasn't a gentleman and he was never going to be. He glared at the girl as though she had been the one to make the mistake of walking into his food tray, his voice low and rough as he said, "Stay out of my way," before taking threatening steps towards the real perpetrator.
It all happened in a split second. One minute he was eating peacefully, or as peacefully as he could, when some idiot behind him spilled their drink on his back. They were apologising even before Callan figured out who it was - one of the probatio kids - but he was already on the move. His reflexes were a blessing and a curse, and in this case, it was a curse for the probatio kid who was unlucky enough to spill on him. In the next minute, Callan had fluidly stood, body twisting in a synchronised movement that had his food tray flipping over the probatio kid's head, getting food and drink on everyone else in a meter radius.
[attr="class","hopelovename2"] CALLAN LEWIS TATE HAYES
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[break] Don't look us right in the face[break] It's like starin' at a burnin' sun[break] Got teeth like razor blades[break] And you know that we're out for blood
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[ IRRITABLE ] - callan is number one that problem kid in class that's always bullied by everyone because everyone knows he's easy to set off. he is very easy to rile up, and once he starts it's very difficult to get him to calm down. he takes offense against himself pretty personally, and is also very protective and defensive of his friends. the last few years, callan has been trying to reign his anger in better, and he has had some success in not allowing himself to get sucked in - but that always has a limit. [break][break] [ RECKLESS ] - very shoot-first ask-questions-later, callan is always ready to go at the drop of a hat. it is always a good idea to come up with a solid strategy before telling callan, because he will most likely not even stay the whole time to listen to the whole plan. he should not be part of any strategy meeting, because he will be off at the first suggestion. he's pretty impatient and is always ready to just roll on in, but he's never been the type of person to make plans. callan works best as a point-and-shoot weapon. [break][break] [ VIOLENT ] - as part of his anger management issues, as well as the bullying he'd received in school, callan feels the best way to retaliate is always through violence. he doesn't care about being witty or being smart or being sarcastic - he'd much rather put his fist through your face and see if you have anything to say about him then. this has always gotten him in trouble in schools, as his classmates love to trigger him, knowing full well he can't control his violent impulses. like with his anger, callan also finds it difficult to stop fighting until he or his opponent are knocked out. [break][break] [ UNCONTROLLABLE ] - despite how predictable it is to set callan off, he's also fairly uncontrollable. he's intense, and sometimes he reads second meaning into things and gets offended by them. he might seem fairly even-keeled at first, perhaps a bit happy during breakfast, and then someone can say one thing and he's off, punching the living daylights out of them and remaining in a bleak mood for the rest of the day. he is also hard to pull back from a fight, or to talk down from an opinion he's formed, or an idea he's gotten into his head.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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[ MOTHER ] - bellona, goddess of war, destruction, and devastation[break] [ FATHER ] - cillian hayes, mortal, ex-colonel, dishonorably discharged[break] [ STEP-MOTHER ] - arlene tate hayes, mortal, homemaker[break] [break] Claimed: Yes[break] Number of years at camp: Six[break] [break] arlene tate hayes, sweetheart. doing the best she could with the family she had. wait, that probably sounded bad, huh. but it was the truth. she was the odd one out, the peaceful pillar in twin storms of anger that were her husband and son. [break][break] her husband cillian had always been unable to control his anger - he had thought joining the army out of high school would help. not his control, exactly, but considering he was unable to control himself, he'd at least be of use to someone, right? be of some service to something greater than himself, right? it worked for a bit, the war giving him an outlet for his angry, violent tendencies, but too many instances of blowing up against his own soldiers had him discharged dishonorably. [break][break] cillian brought the war home with him. it was what attracted him to bellona and her to him, the goddess seeing the damaged soul that yearned for more blood and violence. their brief liaison - an open secret to cillian's wife - resulted in the birth of callan. his father's violent tendencies and his mother's explosive personality culminated together in the worst combination for the ticking timebomb that was the young demigod. he was not only an angry little boy, he also struggled with the monsters that hounded him constantly. [break][break] callan's poor mother made all the excuses to his schools every time he was suspended or hauled up to the principal's office on grounds of fighting. arlene apologised to the parents of the kids he beat up, trying to patch things up always, while cillian stomped around accusing - correctly - that the kids played victim now but were really the bullies. but considering cillian was a hot-head, his accusations fell on deaf ears all the time, and when the schools had the opportunity to expel him, they took it at the earliest opportunity, if only so they didn't have to deal with callan or his father. [break][break] it was when callan was thirteen that he almost killed one of his classmates. callan had always been completely unable to control himself and his anger, not being able to start once he got into a red rage. he'd pummeled the other teenager and as they had met behind the school - the other kid obviously mortal and too cocky and no match for the demigod - and callan had been unable to stop. even the other kid's friends had received punches and kicks when they tried to stop him, callan a whirlwind of limbs and fury. that had been the last straw for cillian, who had gotten increasingly short tempered with his own son. he was shipped off to the wolf house the next morning. [break][break] lupa was unimpressed with him, despite his physical capabilities. she tried to teach him to control his anger so he could use his strengths to their utmost potential, and for a while, it worked. but regardless of what lupa tried, callan's patience was limited, and they could not move past a certain limit. deeming it the best she could do, she finally allowed him to continue on to camp jupiter. on his journey there, he met another demigod who helped him arrive to camp in one piece - travelling the whole way by himself would have surely gotten him killed or knocked out in an alley somewhere, as he'd never been able to resist rising to any kind of challenge or bait. [break][break] the roman campers were hardly thrilled when he arrived. any respect he may have received in combat training, he lost the moment he charged too early in war games or was punished for going up against a first cohort demigod on the slightest word. his very few friends are themselves on the fence if they actually like him a person, and callan finds that he doesn't care all that much. he lives for fighting and weapons and very little else, so having or not having people who like him are the least of his priorities.
[ TELUMKINESIS ] - as a son of bellona, callan has superior control over weapons. he knows how to wield pretty much any weapon that comes into his hand after a short period of time training with it, and he can also conjure weapons that he's used before. to a limited extent, he can also control others' weapons by placing a curse on them. [break][break] weaknesses: callan's weapon knowledge does rely on him still actually using and training with it. he becomes more comfortable with a weapon, and its strengths and weaknesses, the more he uses it. conjuring weapons requires focus and energy, and only works with weapons that he has used before - the more comfortable he is with a weapon, the easier it is for him to summon it. he cannot banish a weapon that he has summoned. his control of others' weapons is limited to generic weapons only: he cannot control any god-given gifts. this curse is usually some form of extreme heat or extreme weight to a weapon that might force a camper to drop it. like with conjuring a weapon, this requires a bit of focus and energy from callan. [break][break] [ MINOR DESTRUCTION ] - with bellona also being a goddess of destruction, callan has inherited some of this ability. more often than not, this is something that he can't control, and happens when he is emotionally charged and reckless. when he's in an incredibly hot rage, things around him tend to explode. [break][break] weaknesses: he has tried deliberately using this ability in controlled settings like war games, but has been met with limited success. he can and does sometimes train with this ability, but that sort of concentration and focus and patience isn't really callan's strong suit. if he were to gain proficiency with this ability, callan would find it would require a fair bit of intent and energy to blow things up around him. [break][break] [ PROWESS IN BATTLE ] - let's face it, this dude is a pretty dang good warrior, despite his recklessness and being uncontrollable. most people wouldn't really be sure if it's a good idea to have him in their team or on their side, because while callan is a good tool to have in a battle, he can prove unwieldy and may cost more than his value. still, it can't be denied that if the fates align and he is given a clear direction (and he can control himself somewhat), callan is a freaking beast.
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.
