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.
The barracks were dark, the silence occasionally interrupted by the odd shuffle and snore of the Roman legion. It was during this complete and utter peace that Isaak's eyes snapped open, his eyes sparkling in the meager light from the moonlight streaming in through the windows. He'd been waiting for the last shifty camper to fall into deeper sleep - sharing the barracks with the same people day in and day out for months had made Isaak a bit of an expert on his cohort's sleeping patterns. While they were somewhat light sleepers, courtesy of a life always preparing for war, Isaak knew no one would really be on guard. They were just the third cohort, after all, they weren't some top-dog-wannabes like the first and second.
Still, the son of Mercury's moves were stealthy and silent and slow as he pulled back his blankets, his head on a constant swivel as he studied his surroundings for any reaction. His outdoor clothes were already on, having used the excuse of being too tired to change, falling straight into bed and crawling under his covers. Such was their day-to-day life (and Isaak being a whiny lazy-gluteus maximus) that no one questioned him as he promptly 'fell asleep'. They all probably thought it would be his fault that he woke up uncomfortably. Well, joke was on them! Isaak was going to be completing the stealthiest spy mission and he was going to ace it, so there.
His super secret spy mission was actually just sneaking into New Rome to look for snacks. Not that there was anything wrong with the food at Camp; he just missed the variety and also just because he could. He was the son of Mercury, after all. This sort of thing was practically baked into him, or so he liked to think. A brief thought slipped through his mind that he should bring William along to join in his shenanigans, but Isaak didn't want to risk raising a hue-and-cry amongst the Greeks for infiltrating their cohort.
As he crept to his barracks door, blood alive and adrenaline pumping at his escapade, Isaak did his utmost best to resist humming the Mission Impossible theme out loud.
... He'd do that later when he was outside and had less chance of waking someone up.
[attr="class","THREAD3CONTENT"] Joan always saw herself above any rules and laws. She couldn't bother with them. There were too many and those were too strict. Curfews, schedules, healthy diets, no leaving camp, no this, no that. Sometimes she wondered if this was a camp for teenagers and children at all because it felt more like some sort of prison and their praetors and centurions were prison guards ready to haul their batons at anyone who just thought of causing trouble. But then, she wasn't intimidated by them - especially not by Castor.
She lay awake in her bunk, half her face buried under a thin blanket. Dark eyes stared at the wooden contraption of the bunk above her which moved ever so slightly whenever her bunkmate turned in her sleep. For some reason, she did that a lot tonight. Groaning, the brunette kicked the blanket away and slipped out of the bed. She knelt on the floor, one hand resting on the hard mattress while she bent down to grab a box from under her bed which contained her hidden snack stash only to find out it was... empty.
The daughter of Ceres rolled her eyes at the disappointing discovery and shoved the box back under her bed. A noise nearby caught her attention and she duck, keeping herself hidden behind her bed. Only her head poked out from beneath as she tried to see who was moving around. A familiar figure creeping bent over towards the exit of their cohort and Joan couldn't help the snort that escaped her throat.
She waited for him to be out the door before she scrambled silently to her feet, grabbed a hoodie to throw over her pajama t-shirt, and followed the silhouette outside in said pajama shirt and shorts. Once she was close behind him she gave Isaak a gentle shove against his back. "Oy, delivery guy. I need you to do me a favor." Joan kept her voice down but nevertheless, it was oozing with arrogance. One eyebrow quirked up, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked him up and down.
He'd just stepped outside the threshold of the barracks when something grabbed him from behind and Isaak let out the unholiest squawk. His hands flew to his mouth to stifle the sound - to not wake the sleeping legionnaires, of course, not because he was ever so undignified to let the sound out of his mouth in the first place - his eyes wide and staring at his attacked because this was how he was going to die, wasn't he. But it was only his barrack-mate. Face twisting in irritation and his lips pulling down at the corners, Isaak slapped her hands away from him, hissing indignantly, "What the f*ck do you think you're doing? Are you trying to give me a heart attack??"
Isaak didn't even care that she'd caught him so completely off guard and that was a sign of a weakling and not a proud Roman legionnaire blah blah. He'd never strove to be a pride of Rome and he didn't care that she'd gotten the drop on him and she was standing there smirking with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised in superiority. He didn't care because he'd almost died and he knew D'Eresby would probably have just hidden his body than tell anyone what had become of him. Clearly, she didn't care at all that he'd almost had an infarction. Probably. Reynolds was always talking mechanical medicinal terms around him; Isaak had long learned to tune out his best friend's mutterings.
"I'm not your delivery boy," he whispered harshly. Even his whispering voice sounded like it had gone an octave higher, because he was mad that she had called him a delivery boy and not because he'd been scared half out of his wits. And Isaak was very proud of his wits. He'd honed them over years and knew of very few people who could keep up with them. If he'd lost even a single wit because of what D'Eresby had pulled tonight, he would be very upset. "Get your own dang favours. Or!" Despite the whole almost-killing-him thing, Isaak did somewhat like hanging out with the daughter of Ceres. Only when she wasn't running her mouth off about him, of course, and tonight seemed to be going okay so far. His eyes lit up a little and he grinned in excitement. "Come with me! Where are you going? I was going into town, but we can go wherever you're going, too."
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.
