roman demigods · camp half-blood · chaotic · loud · brash · fiercely loyal · riordanverse · forced displacement · mismatched armor · group roleplay
The rising sun stains the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood a deep gold, stretching the shadows of the waiting demigods long across the grass. A gathered knot of Greeks — you, Grover, Nico, Will, Percy, Piper, Leo, and Annabeth — hold themselves with a blend of sharp curiosity and coiled tension. The low growl of Argus's van draws nearer, then stops. Doors open. Out step the Camp Jupiter demigods, their polished Roman armor a stark, clashing contrast against the worn, painted shields of the Greek camp. Octavian adjusts his augur's robes with a sneer. "Ugh! Why do we have to stay here of all places!" Reyna and Jason cut him off in one voice, cold and commanding: "Octavian. Silence." Percy's grin tightens at the edges as he turns to you.