Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Jason followed Estelle, unsure of where she was leading him. Whenever she climbed the tree in front of him and inquired about what happened, the boy sighed slightly. "That. Well that's a story which brings out a lot of pain in me." He said softly and looked down for a second. Not looking like the fearless Roman he usually was.
"After we were separated, I looked all over for you. Sadly, I never found you. In my journey, I stumbled upon Lupa. The wolf goddess saw what I was, but also sensed my strength and led me to Camp Jupiter. I arrived in a time of crisis. One of their Praetors had gone Rouge and Gaea was rising to crush the camp. I was drafted into the Quest by a girl. Whom I became very... intimate with during my time there.
Anyways, I got that rogue Praetor to turn back from helping Gaea, and I took her on in battle. Needless to say, I beat her. But let the Praetor have his revenge on her for corupting him. In her final moments the Earth Goddess struck me down and I hit the ground. I died. But that same Praetor was a child of Mors and brought me back. The Romans raised me on the shields and made me their Praetor.
Quite a few months passed without incident, until my father rose from the Abyss, and I was switched to this camp by Juno in order to make an Alliance. Upon the success of this, my father launched a surprise attack. I led the Greeks and Romans against his forces and charged him directly. Which somehow ended up making me seem like a legend to the greeks and romans. I already hear stories being told about me.
After my father was struck down, I proposed to the girl I mentioned earlier. She said yes and we were engaged. After that point, I took London on a vacation and then I was kidnapped. Held hostage by a Daughter of Khaos, Cleopatra. She worshipped my father and was able to resurrect him from my sword.
I was eventually able to escape, but she came after me and our fellow demigods. I fought her, and she killed Shriekr. I became... enraged and killed the bitch. Then my father rose and Tate took him down. She forced him to resurrect Shriekr. But in his last moments he managed to kill her. After that... the gods attacked. I'm the only survivor of camp jupiter. They got everybody. Even London."
Jason landed on the half-blood hill as he stared out at the scene before him. The Gods were raining down the apocalypse on the mortals. He watched as lightning bolts slammed into buildings, tidal waves and earthquakes brought buildings down and crashing into each other. His right hand slowly closed into a fist. A surge of black energy tore from his fist. Darkening the area around his hand for a small second.
The boy reluctantly turned away from the scene of the Gods going insane. It was at that moment he noticed Estelle. He walked over to the girl. "I thought I told you to rest, Little Star." He said softly as he crouched down next to her. Looking at the sleeping child. "She's too young to be experiencing this." He said softly.
Jason moved forward without hesitation and caught her. "Don't worry Little Star, I got you. Come on. Let's you get you somewhere you can rest. It'll be like old times" He says softly to the girl. On the inside he smiling broadly and stupidly. He had found his best friend again. The girl who he had never stopped thinking about since the day they had gotten separated. The only girl he's ever had any sort of romantic feelings towards. He felt those feelings ignite inside his heart once again.
Jason was pleased to see who Estelle had grown to be. A leader, powerful and confident. She had become intelligent and perfect in every way to him. If at all possible the girl had become even more beautiful. All these thoughts ran through his head as he scooped up the tired girl and carried her. As he always had when she became tired.
Jason laid her down on a cot within the newly set up quarters for the camp. He kneeled down next to her. "Rest here, Little Star. I'll help your camp heal their wounded and prepare the camp for the next attack. You'll find I'm quite a good leader." He says softly to her. "Come find me after you have regained your strength." He whispers. Then gets up and heads outside.
Upon leaving the cabin he looked at the campers all around who were standing around, scared. The boy took a step towards them. "Greeks, lend me your ears!" He said loudly. Most of them turned to listen, except for one show off Ares kid who tried to challenge Jason, and was promptly punched in the face by an older sister of his. Who then nodded to Jason with respect. The sight of that alone made Jason smirk slightly.
"Greek. Roman. What does it all mean anymore when the very gods we fought for have killed us? Sworn to enslave our world? What does it mean to us anymore. Demigods? That name no longer suits us. We are not going to lie down and obey the Gods on this are we? Not going to let them destroy our homes, our friends. Because let me tell you, that is what they will do. Jupiter struck down my entire legion with just a single bolt. I watched as the gods burned New Rome and killed everybody inside. Then I fled to here, to help all of you avoid the same fate." Jason says softly as he looks downwards. A solemn tone taking his voice.
Then the boy looks upwards, his red and silver eye filled with sadness and anger. "I'm not letting these... these pitiful excuses for dietys rule my life! I'm not letting them strike me down because it pleases them! I'm certainly not letting them enslave the world I love!" Jason said with renewed vigor. "I think it's time the gods give to a new Race of Immortal. Just as the Gods took their throne by the destruction of their parents. I believe it is time for them to face their destruction at our hands. It's time for new race of Immortal to rise and take the throne. As of now, the Age of the Gods is over. It is time to usher in a New Era. A new age! It's time for the Age of the Elysians. Of Us. Now I ask you my friends, who stands with me? Who will punish the pitiful excuses that call themselves gods with me? Who will throw them from their moutaintop fortress? Step forward now. Those who do not step forward, fear not for you will not be judged. You will be protected and will have a place in the coming age should you choose." Jason says as a lone Athena Girl steps forward.
'I will stand with you Praetor!' She said, followed by the rest of the assembled demigods. Jason looked out at them all. Who then turned to him and demand he lead them into the New Age. Jason nodded solemnly and accepted. Then went about ensuring the camp would have barriers to prevent any further attacks. This was the beginning of the Age of the Elysians.
Jason had his own little circle of fighting, as the greeks fought, they also stared at the son of Tartarus. As the monsters that jumped him were torn to shreds, and as monsters. Xenomorphs to be exact climbed out of the ground to protect him. The boy had even charged the god of War and beat the god into submission with his bare hands before Ares disappeared. The greeks were in aw. Most knew exactly who this was. The boy who already had legends about him. The one who had faced Gaea head on and won. The boy who had slayed the God of the Pit.
After the battle Jason stood among the ring of torn apart monsters in front of him. Two Xenomorphs sat on either side. Guarding him. When the dragon eyed him. Jason spoke to its mind. Being the son of Tartarus he could do that with monsters. 'Dragon you do not need to watch me like I am food. I mean your camp no harm'
Jason then turned to the girl in front of him. "I'm hurt you don't recognize me, Little Star. As for my legion. Jupiter destroyed them and New Rome. I came here to protect my Greek Allies. A praetor's duties never end until the day he dies"
Jason rolled his eyes at Shriekr. "Yeah, yeah. They may all look up to me but it means nothing. I'm just a boy without them. The Legion is everything to me. Nothing could ever take them fr-" Jason was interrupted as a massive lightning bolt slammed into the Legion and reduced them to burning skeletons in seconds. Jason was speechless as he stared on. He looked at the Xenomorph Queen, even as the pounding voice of Zeus was heard around the world. "MORTALS AND DEMIGODS. WE HAVE DECIDED THAT YOU ARE OUR SLAVES. BOW BEFORE YOUR NEW MASTERS. DEMIGODS, FACE YOUR DEATH."
With that the gods all warped down, the Roman versions attacking the Roman camp. With the legion gone they were free to destroy the city. Jason watched as New Rome burned. He felt his inside shatter as everything he was broke. He had failed. What worth was he? In anger the boy slammed a boulder forward with Dark Gravity in frustration. Slamming Bellona in the face and knocking the war goddess flat. Jason realized that the gods might be attacking the Greeks as well. He might have time to save somebody. As flame rolled throughout the city, lightning rained down, and all forms of attack the gods could muster tore forward. He watched as his legion began to rise and march alongside each other towards him. The boy spun and pulled out an orb, filled with Pit energy and The Rivers in Tartarus. It spun around and opened a green portal to the Greek camp. As he was about to step through, Mars rushed him. But Shriekr tackled the enraged God. 'GO! I'LL HOLD HIM' She barked and shoved Jason through. Knowing the portal would close behind him.
Jason shakily got to his feet in the middle of the Greek attack. Gods and Monsters fighting everywhere. A loud roar to his side, followed by bad breath, made him spin to see a Drakon. It's teeth red with Demigod body parts hanging out of its teeth rushing him. Jason through soul edge through the beast's head. And watched as it asorbed the very essence of the Drakon. Jason rushed forward and grabbed his sword. His pit energy holding a domain around his body, barely visible until something nearly hit him. In which time it became visible and solid as it threw the object away. Jason was ready for War.
Jason Diabolus stood alone on a hill, his pit energy armor surrounding the boy as he looked at the demigods training below. They were his legion, and no Praetor in the history of Rome had ever been as proud of their legion as Jason was of his legion. He smiled as he watched them train. His pet, Shriekr stood beside him. Hissing contently as she stood next to her human. Although she did tower over him. 'They all look up to you, you know' she said to him
Name: Jason Diabolus Age:17 Parent: Tartaros (Roman Verison of Tartarus)
Personality: He is smart, sometimes kind and very protective over the weak. His morals are only that he will win at all costs, except for that which will harm those he cares about. He was Gaea's weapon, but he escaped. He also has a strong desire for somebody to care about him. He has thrived at Camp Jupiter and has risen to the rank of Praetor.
Weapons: Soul Edge (image of sword is Soul Edge). The sword can asorb the essence of Gods, Giants, and Titans. Making Jason the one of the only mortals capable of killing a god.
Powers: Dark Gravity: He can manipulate a sort of dark energy to pull objects or beings towards him, or throw them away. Enhanced Strength: Like his father, Jason can easily over power a titan or Giant in a battle of strength. Monster Creation and Lordship: He can create any monster including those which do not exist, and has complete control over them. Essence Asorbtion: Jason can asorb the essence of an immortal into his sword. Just as any other child of a primordial can)
Bio: Jason never knew his mother. All he knows is that she was brought into Tartarus by the Primordial God himself. Raped, forced to bear Jason and his sister Tate, the murdered. Jason was to be a gift from Tartarus to Gaea. To bring forth their era. Things didn't go as planned. He escaped when he was only four, and returned a year later to get his newborn sister from the god. Jason has since raise Tatus on the run. They lived in the pit, seeing the horrors on the pit everyday until Jason turned 15 and found a way out. Since then he has lived at Camp Jupiter and became Praetor of the Camp after helping them defeat Gaea on her second coming. He has always ruled well, with his best friend and mother figure, Shriekr at his side. Shriekr, the first of the Xenomorph species was Jason's first creation. A fully sentient and telepathic monster. Created to resemble the nightmares he saw every day. She protects him fiercely, seeing Jason as her son. Recently she mutated and became a Xenomorph Queen. 30 feet tall and even more intelligent than before. She can now lay eggs which will hatch a fully grown Xenomorph. Queen Shriekr still stays with Jason. Protecting the boy she sees as her son.
The Gods have gone crazy. It was a normal day at Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood when they descended from their Moutain Fortress, Mount Olympus. They killed any demigod in their way, and enslaved the mortals. Now the surviving demigods have sworn to avenge their fallen fellows. To dethrone the gods as they did to the titans. To ascend to immortality and become something new. And Elysian. A new immortal. This is their struggle.
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Also, The Ever so Amazing, beautiful, and lovely XxLyraxX is my Co-GM. So if you post on this OOC and she says something, it is law. (Love you Sweetheart ^^)
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[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>