There's all these Fanfics about what happens after The Seven defeat Gaea. But what if things had gone south? What if instead of winning, the demigods had lost? Butchered by the monstrous allies of Octavian. Ground to dust by the power of the Earth-Mother. What if barely any escaped?

Would those that lived struggle to fight back and survive in a post-apocalyptic world? How long would they last? Why do I have so many rhetorical questions...

On a side note I'm sorry I still can't get pictures for my stories, I've been posting from my iPad and for whatever reason I can't put a picture to them.

I crept over the tumbled stone wall and glanced back at Zach who's huge frame made a big outline against the dusky sky. Across the overgrown field a huge bonfire burned while shadowy shapes moved across the glare. I crawled forwards to the rusted remains of a tractor, propped myself up on the fallen wheel, and stared at the surroundings of the fire with my thumb over the blaze to cut out glare.

Zach crawled up besides me, his longish blond hair grey and gold in the odd lighting. Mine probably looks the same. I thought to myself and absently brushed my shorter hair to the side. The barrel of an M16 came into view as he unslung it from his back and stared down the enchanted sights.

" Couple of Cyclopes. Three, five maybe. There's something else big in the ba- Shit."

A huge figure, well over 20 feet tall, stood and its odd profile cut out the light. Two yellow lights burned on its chest as it seemed to stare out to our left. The only problem was it had no head.

" Acephali. This could be a problem. I glanced at Zach.

"You got a Fire shell left? That might bring it down." He reached into his belt pouch and pulled three glass capped bullets out. Green liquid glowed inside the celestial bronze casing which was etched with a cycloptic skull-and-crossbones. He dropped the magazine and replaced the top three bullets before aiming back down the sights. The headless giant looked across the field around us, its yellow eyes like spotlights that never seemed to land on us.

If one good thing came out of this whole fiasco it was that whatever let monsters smell us had vanished. The element of surprise was on our side tonight.

As the moon cleared the horizon, three shots rang out, and the Acephali fell with emerald fire trailing from its eyes and mouth. The Cyclopes looked at the three holes in its broad back and backed away as the corpse dissolved into dust and the fire began to catch on the brush. They all wielded oversized battle axes, swords or war hammers and they brought these to bear, stalking the perimeter of camp like hounds on the hunt.

Two more cracks and two more cyclops fell like trees followed by a twang after which a bolt embedded itself in a third's eye. The two dissolved into dust whilst the third fell to its knees, blood pouring from its blinded eye. The remaining two went back to back, clubs drawn, and eyes peeled at the surrounding darkness. They didn't however, expect a teenage boy to fly out of the blue and decapitate them both.

He dropped to the ground, strangely curved swords collapsing into two pens which disappeared into the pockets of his worn, grey cargo pants. A crossbow and quiver of bronze bolts were slung across the back of a navy windbreaker which fluttered in the strong breeze. He had light skin and squarish, wire-rimmed glasses over grey-blue eyes. The strangest part of his appearance was that his pupils glowed with neon yellow light. A light that faded with the wind.

Zach walked into the dusty clearing where his green military gear took on a strange blood red and bright green color in the dying, two-toned flames. I scoffed at the older boy's appearance." Zach man... We go on a hunting trip and you seriously still put gel in your hair? Unbelievable..." He shrugged," So sue me Jon I like my hair. Better to go out stylish than messy." His hair was parted to the side and had a bunch of gel in it.I laughed and picked up a dagger dropped by a cyclops," Yeah because monsters are really gonna care what your hair looks like when they rip your face off. 'Member what happened to Harold with that acne cream? Hydra thought he was delicious."

We rummaged around the camp and collect a few odds and ends. Economy sized cans of soup, some bronze and gold ingots, Drachmas, and I even found a candle holder crafted from a satyr's skull... How they got that... Well never mind. Then we came to a large tent, set a few yards outside camp. It was made of rough leather and torn bedsheets and was stuck to the ground with big iron nails. The flap was tied close with a huge knot but it only took a single swing of one of my swords to sever it.

Inside was a surprise. " Now who do we have here?"

Here's the deal with OCs, I will accept both PMs and Reviews but they have to be complete, not children of Big Three Gods or maiden goddesses, and not super OP. They have to have flaws that whether big or small, could be a problem and make them more "human", relatively speaking. You'll notice they can be mortal or demigod. I have a preference towards demigods but I am planning something with the humans somewhere in the future so a good OC will not go unused if I have my way. Clothing should be suited for the situation (post-apocalyptic) I think that's about it. As such here you go.

PS: if human just put mortal and none for Parentage and Powers

PPS: the history can be just since the gigantomancy or all the way back

Name:

Age:

Demigod/Human?:

Parentage:

Powers:

-Appearance

Hair:

Hair Style:

Eye Color:

Skin Tone:

Height:

Weight:

Build:

Scars/Tatoos?:

Personality:

Sexuality:

Fears:

Relationships to canon characters:

History:

-Clothing

Normal:

Night:

Accessories:

Armor?:

Weapon(s):

Skills:

As an example here's my OC-

Name: Jonathan A. Stratos

Age: 16

Demigod/Human?: demigod

Parentage: Aeolus

Powers: flight, weather control(lightning, rain, snow, ect)

-Appearance

Hair: dirty blond

Hair Style: short, straight

Eye Color: grey/blue

Skin Tone: light tan

Height: 5'9

Weight: 130

Build: stronger than appearances would warrant, fairly built, thin-ish

Scars/Tatoos?: an omega made up of the names of all those that died at Camp Half-Blood

Personality: courageous, somewhat reckless, loyal, friendly, trustworthy, very intelligent, caring

Sexuality: straight

Fears: scorpions, claustrophobic

Relationships to canon characters: looked up to Annabeth and was good friends with Leo. Hung around the Hermes campers a lot and picked up some tricks

History: came to camp at 11 after he started flying in gym class. He spent almost the last five years there except for a few trips to go see his mom, managed to escape the Half-Blood Massacre by running/flying away, a point of shame for him

-Clothing

Normal: lightweight khaki cargo pants, black tee shirt, navy windbreaker, beat up black hiking boots

Night: black shorts, tee shirt

Accessories: squarish, transition glasses (not really bad vision just not good), silver medallion (his mother's last gift)

Armor?: Carbon fiber body armor (under jacket), bronze gauntlets

Weapon(s): twin Falcata (curved swords used by northern Greeks and the Gauls that

Skills: strategist, meteorologist (lol), his Falcata's strange shape often confuses enemies making him a very good swordsman regardless of his actual prodigious skill, knowledge of random and surprisingly useful stuff spanning everywhere from chemistry to astronomy to comic books

Enjoy!