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.
Arlo hadn’t been there for long, but she certainly felt out of place now that there was no more Camp Half-Blood. The group she had traveled with arrived before the sun made its appearance on the horizon. Tired, exhausted, and in need of a bath, they were ushered off towards the Greek cohort and allowed to shower. There wasn’t much to bring to the temporary home. Just a backpack with a few times inside of it that she was able to salvage before completely trekking her way with the group. A few sets of clothes, a weapon here or there, a few items she might have placed a curse on. Nothing more than a trinket here or there. All contained within one lousy back pack if you asked her.
The shower she took was lit only by the rising sun. She spent the most time detangling the curls on her head, relieved when it was all over and she could step out. Clean of the travel and left to a fresh, well backpack, fresh change of clothes. Nothing spectacular, but it wasn’t like she was out there to impress anyone. She wasn’t a daughter of Aphrodite. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Maybe she was just exhausted from her trip.
She stared at the plain bed that was to be hers until who knew when. It stirred something in her that caused her to bite her lip and her brows to draw tightly together. This wasn’t the place she had grown up in. This wasn’t the place where her mother had claimed her as her own. Or the place where she had made friends... the place where one of those friends had betrayed them all. This wasn’t... home. Yet, it was the only thing the Greeks were going to know as their ‘home’ going forward. Until something was done for them.
One of the fellow Greeks passed her, letting her know that someone would be meeting her out front of the cabins to show her around. Another walk through, one that she thought she’d never have to take through a new place again. Camp Half-Blood should have been the one and only. Now, she had to meet with the Roman’s and hope that she could blend in for the time being. She moved outside after a bit, probably just after what would be breakfast and found a post to lean against as she waited. People passed, but no one paused, clearly not her tour guide. At least not yet...
Jax had been having a perfectly nice day. He had woken up, gotten showered, and dressed. He had flirted with a very pretty Roman girl who had just arrived and he had even made it into the Mess Hall before the rest of his cohort, guaranteeing he got his favorite seat. The day had started out as perfectly as one could get while their home was being swarmed by Greeks. Then a messenger had stalked over, bursting his happy little bubble.
"Congratulations Hollins, you've got welcome duty." Jax dropped the apple that he had been eating. "Welcome duty? No, that was Jacobs. Wrong blonde." The boy shook his head. He hadn't volunteered for that special form of torture. He knew for a fact that it was the boy who he had sparred with yesterday and not himself. The messenger then had held up a note, written in his centurion's handwriting. Jax looked up as the messenger grinned, "Jacobs is still in the infirmary from your sparring session so Branson said that since you caused the mess, you would clean it up. By the way, you're supposed to meet her in two minutes." Jax's eyes narrowed as he shook his head in irritation. He hadn't even hurt Jacobs that badly. It wasn't his fault that the other boy talked a big game but couldn't back it up.
Before Jax could protest further, the messenger left. The blonde groaned in irritation before getting up and cleaning away his breakfast. Jax was positively seething as he left the Mess Hall. Vowing revenge in his head, he began to make his way to the Greek's barracks. He, in no way, was the person who should be doing this job. He was in the first-cohort for gods sakes. His time was better spent training than babysitting some Greek. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the anger. He supposed it wasn't the Greek's fault that his cohort-mate had screwed him over. Still, he couldn't help the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Like they needed a personal tour around camp to feel safe or something.
Jax walked up to the only girl who seemed to be waiting for someone. She was pretty, a fact that helped sooth some of the anger he was feeling. He stopped a foot or so in front of her before speaking, trying to keep his voice nice and friendly. "I'm Jax. I take it you’re the Greek I need to show around?" He looked over her shoulder at the Greek barrack building, nodding his head slightly in reference, "Those are your barracks. It's where you sleep. Are there any questions?" His eyes moved back to hers before crossing his arms, waiting on her reply.
Arlo wasn’t sure how long she waited there. Well, long enough to pick at all of her nails and bite two of them down to a reasonable length before she went back to inspecting the back of her hand. A new scratch on the back of one was there, probably just from catching on something. Ten minutes could have been the time that passed, but she was already on edge. Exhausted from her travels. So it felt like hours before her eyes caught the sight of a pair of boots stopping in front of her. Her dark eyes flicking upwards to look at the blonde in front of her.
There was a moment of analyzing him that happened without her truly thinking about it. It was something she did, part of being a strategist, she automatically got to know her opponent. Not that he was. But he was the Roman she would have to be around for a full tour. Blonde hair, cut shorter at the sides, longer at the top. He probably kept it that way because it was flashier than just a regular cut. Meaning he wanted to be seen, not someone to slip into the background here. He was someone who was probably used to the limelight.
Her eyes moved over him, catching the smallest of bruises on his skin. He was a fighter. Or at least had been doing that recently. He seemed fresh, meaning he woke up on time to shower and possibly even wake up completely by filling his stomach with a warm breakfast. Her eyes moved back to his face, taking in his marbled eyes and then the slight scowl on his face before he started talking. “Arlo,” She responded, though he seemed to get quick into the tour as she didn’t have time to offer her hand to him for a shake. His tone seemed decent enough, nothing that made her tense in reaction to him. Her head turned as he looked behind her, gesturing with only his chin towards the building.
Her eyes remained on the building behind her, though the smallest tug happened at the corner of her mouth. Almost a sarcastic smile trying to fight its way to her face. By the time she looked back at him, his arms were crossed, closing his body language off to her. “Wow, I don’t think I would have figured that out without you. Is that why I was directed to put my things inside?” Her brows were high on her forehead as she stared at him, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes and a smirk lifting her freckled cheeks. “Surely the tour doesn’t end here...” She prompted further. Taking a step in his direction as she slipped her thumbs to hook onto her front pockets.
His arms were crossed, a tight-lipped smile on his face as the girl put her eyes on him. She regarded him at her own pace, her eyes summing him up from toe to head. A single eyebrow raised from the son of Mars as she took her time. It wasn't that he wasn't used to being looked at. He was a good-looking guy and he knew that for a fact. It wasn't every day, however, that a Greek female from a warring camp sized him up from head to toe. Assessing him like she was sizing up her odds on taking him. He was equal amounts amused and curious. The small act was enough to make him grin though, some of the irritation draining away. He was a simple guy sometimes, much like a puppy and she was a shiny new toy.
Arlo. That was a new one. She was still regarding him coolly as she spoke. The words came out just as leveled as her stare had been, but as his eyes moved back to hers he noticed the small uptick in her lips. Jax's little grin turned into a smirk before reply, "It is. Don't worry about it, you can pay me back later." He quickly forgot all about being irritated as she took a step towards him, asking about the rest of the tour. And here he was thinking that the Greeks would all be a dull lot. He motioned his hand in a sweeping gesture towards the path he had just arrived from, "Just getting started." He turned on his heel, taking the first few steps forward befor he glanced over at her, "Who's your godly parent by the way?" Lesson one: know your enemy.
Jax began walking up the path, pointing with two fingers towards the first building that they came to. "That's the mess hall. Magical food appears. Sit with your co-hort- uh whatever the Hades you call yourselves and don't ask for a chair. We like to lounge while we eat." He continued walking, making it another two or three steps past the Mess Hall before he stopped, looking over at her. "Wait, have you eaten yet? Do you want to grab something before we go on?" He had no idea when she had arrived or what exactly was expected of him. To Jax it felt almost as if someone had thrown a newborn at him and said good luck! He had never been good at keeping his virtual pets alive, much less a whole Greek demigod.
He didn’t seem to mind her little assessment. Which was a good thing, sometimes others got a little weirded out by it. Especially because they didn’t understand that it was just something she was almost programmed to do. It was how her mind worked. Take in the little details, do it fast, and commit it for use in the future possibly. Romans had been a rival of the Greeks for a while, so it wasn’t absolutely insane for her to be ready. Or at least, she expected that their training might overlap now. Greeks vs Romans. Now that would be interesting.
She was glad that he wasn’t going to try and toss out the tour by showing her where she belonged, and skipping the rest. Even if she was possibly complaining about it in her head, she was not going to turn it down either. She didn’t feel like stumbling through the camp trying to figure out where everything was on her own. Not when someone could easily lay out a mental map for her. The moment he turned, she stepped forward to follow him, and even when he paused, she continued to move until she was almost shoulder to shoulder with him. She’d walk at his side, not like a lost puppy behind him.
His smile in her direction tugged one into existence for her. Finding his aura a lot easier to be around than he expected. At least in the first few minutes. When he asked about her godly parent, she found a soft laugh leave her. “Isn’t it more fun if you try to guess?” She asked him, her head rolling towards him and her chin brushing her shoulder before they moved forward. A game of being observant, knowing both Greek and Roman gods and goddesses. “I believe I could guess yours in three guesses or less, by the end of your tour.” Possibly the first test to see what he was like... did he want competition? Did he rise to a game? A chance to win?
As they moved up the path, she let her gaze flicker between people that they passed. Noting if she recognized any other Greeks. When he motioned to the mess hall, she found herself happy that it was so close to her temporary home. And her stomach seemed to agree as it twisted in her gut lightly. Reminding her that she had not eaten since yesterday afternoon. Brows tugged together at the mention of lounging. “No chairs... interesting.” She answered lightly. Then found that he seemed to speak for her stomach. “Please,” She said with an eager nod, her now dried curls bouncing lightly as she moved towards the Hall. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but she’d take just about anything at that point to soothe the ache in her empty stomach.
Arlo quickly matched his pace, walking side by side with him. He tried keeping his pace in check, not wanting to drag her through the camp. He never was very good at slowing down though. He knew why he was asked to do this and, at least in this moment, he had no issues with it but he couldn't help but feel like the only one who was being punished was her.
Jax had expected a short reply from the girl, stating her godly parentage without further comment but instead she had laughed lightly. Jax cocked his head to the side curiously as she teased him with the idea of asking him to guess. Instantly a grin was on his lips. As she set the gauntlet down he was grinning from ear to ear, "Oh is that so? Alright Graeci, let’s see what you've got."
The plan of attack was already forming in his mind as he looked over at her, a mischievous smirk on his lips. "Let's make this interesting though. If you guess correctly first then I will wear one of your hideous orange camp shirts. But when I win, you have to wear ours. 24 hours. No hiding in barracks." He was positively smirking at the idea, having full confidence that he would come out on top. He moved his attention back to their path, shrugging, "This really is a win for you. You're going to lose but at least you'll be much more fashionable." He gave her a sideways glance, the mischievous grin never leaving his face.
She commented on the lounging vibe in the Mess Hall and he shrugged, "I guess. I grew up here so I don't really understand the whole sitting rigid in a chair thing. Sounds terrible." She said she was hungry and he nodded, a little pleased with himself that he had remembered to ask. Jax walked into the Mess Hall, heading straight for the first co-hort area. There was only one other legionnaire there and he gave a short wave with two fingers before motioning to one of the loungers. His legion-mate didn't say a word about her sitting at their area, not that Jax expected him to.
He sat down opposite of her, leaning back against the side of the small couch. "If you want something in particular you can say it out loud, but it's usually pretty good at guessing what you'd like." Jax crossed his arms as he tried sizing her up. She wasn't exactly a simpering flower, but he wasn't getting half-sibling vibes either. Jax leaned forward, fingers crossed together as he watched her, making his first guess. "Aphrodite?"
As he accepted this challenge, a slow smile spread over her face. Game on. It was a simple one really, observe him and put her Roman knowledge to the test. Their gods and goddesses were similar to Greeks, so it made things a little easier with making a list and crossing it off. And she already knew a few that she had immediately crossed off the list this far into their interaction. One of them being Athena’s Roman counterpart, Minerva. She just didn’t feel that strong connection to think that of him.
Though when he laid out the new game, she paused a moment to really study him. Cross off a few more with that. “I actually look a lot better in orange, and I think you will too.” She countered, a simple brow lifting on her forehead before she was back to the path ahead. “Twenty four hours of being quite the welcoming committee. I think I like the sound of it.” It was a small jab, her confident little smirk said just as much as well. The more fun part, was if he was a sore loser, she’d just make it that he had no other option but to wear the orange shirt for the agreed upon twenty four hours. Besides, what a better way to bring them together than have the Roman’s really show their support?
“You grew up here? Like since childhood, or is this just an exaggeration on your end?” She asked as they climbed the steps and moved into the Mess Hall. She followed him until they reached a table and she seemed to remember him telling her to sit with her kind basically. Her dark eyes searching the area and not finding any in the general vicinity. Well, that left her to lounging, coexisting with him and his one friend here. She glanced at a spot near him before she moved to take it. Not sitting so close that she was touching him but also not so far that it seemed like she was alienating herself from the other two.
She had just reached forward towards the bowl of fruit that had appeared, taking a small piece and popping it into her mouth before she snagged a green apple and leaned back. One arm crossing under her chest to prop up the arm that held the apple. A small burst of laughter leaving him at his first guess. “I’d like to think I’d be a bit more suave if I was.” She laughed, sinking her teeth into the apple with clear amusement shining in her eyes. Arlo chewed thoughtfully as she assessed him once more, then she turned her attention to their current table mate as well. He had said cohort originally, which meant that this was someone that was placed in the same group as Jax here.
“Diana?” She tossed the guess out as her eyes landed back on him, he was not a child of a god of wine, or a goddess of love or marriage. He came across as someone a bit more physical.
Jax laughed as she countered his comment with a joke. Because it clearly was a joke. No one looked better in orange, and certainly not a born in purple, son of Rome like he was. "I look good in everything I wear. Sadly for you though, you're never going to see it." She continued on, clearly confident that she was going to win their little bet and he rolled his eyes. From what he had gathered, the Greeks were a timid bunch. She was proving that little theory wrong though. Perhaps she was a daughter of Ares, cut from the same proverbial cloth.
She asked about him actually growing up here and he nodded. "Yeah, well technically not here. Camp Jupiter is for Legionnaires only. Past the camp though is New Rome. It's a city of veteran demigods and their families. I was born there." He jogged up the steps to walk inside the mess hall, holding the door open for her. "I did sneak in a few times though." He gave her a grin before walking to the table. He had been allowed to help after a few of the war games, that had been permitted. Two other occasions certainly had not though, but his mother had only laughed when she found out. Strict rules weren't a thing in his household.
He had thrown a guess her way. It had been a calculated one of course. He assumed that if she protested loudly and quickly about the assumption, she was probably from a god or goddess who didn’t think much of Aphrodite, which would have helped narrow it down quickly. Unfortunately for him, she seemed to see right through his strategy, making a small joke of the matter. He frowned, clearly disheartened that his little ruse hadn't worked. "Hmm. Alright. One down then."
Jax turned and grabbed a water off of a floating tray, taking a sip of the liquid. Thankfully, he had swallowed the beverage completely before she proposed her guess. A genuine laugh escaped the boy's lips. "No. My dad is most definitely not a virgin goddess." He shook his head before realizing the slip up. The grin fell from his face as his brain caught up with the error. A mischievous smirk lit up his face, his head nodding in approval, "Alright. That was a good one." His strategy hadn't played out the way he had hoped, but Arlo's certainly had. His eyes moved over. She was quick on her feet, easy with the rapport back and forth, and had annihilated him thus far in their little battle. "You're a kid of Ares aren't you?"
She raised both brows at him. ”Such confidence in that.” She said under her breathe as they went on. Orange was starting to become a better idea on him than anything else. Even if it was just to show him that maybe she was one of the newcomers to not underestimate. The more that this interaction was going on though, she found herself quite enjoying his confidence and the smirks that crossed his face. They’d definitely see who came out on top. Maybe he’d guess correctly on the first guess. The chances weren’t absolutely unheard of. It was a decent chance if he just paid attention.
Hearing about New Rome made her think about how he had almost an advantage on a lot of others. “So you’ve always known who you were.“ She guessed. She had learned about her own truly lineage later in life, something that had been completely blindsiding and, well… life altering. The mother she had known growing up wasn’t her birth mother. That hadn’t been turned into a big deal, because as far as Alro cared, she was the mother that was there through it all. Not this one who had left her to try and figure out things as she grew up. Of course, she grew to understand Athena’s part as well. “Gives you a bit of a leg up.”
She had just taken another bite of the crisp apple when he laughed and proceeded to trip right over himself. ‘My dad’. A smirk of satisfaction crossed her features, one that caused her cheeks to burn just a little bit at the fact that he seemed to walk himself right into that one. She mentally ran down the list and crossed off every female goddess that was there and found herself with a much more manageable task. She turned her eyes away from him for a moment, as if to really examine her apple. Of course, she couldn’t help but peek up at him when he seemed to put together his mistake.
A second guess was tossed her way quickly. She turned her hand around that held the apple and held up two fingers for him to see. “Strike two.” She taunted as she stood up, nodding towards the front door once more. Not wanting to completely destroy him in front of all the demigods in the mess hall. To make things a bit more interesting, she tossed out a bit more. “I’m sure I could find you an orange shirt that’ll fit you. A spare if you’d like.” He seemed to roll with her comments so far. “Show me your favorite place here.” She offered, trying to find a place that he found enjoyment at least.
Arlo made a comment and although it hadn't been a question, he nodded. "Yep. I've known since day one. How about you?" He glanced over, slightly curious. He had never been able to comprehend not knowing who you were. Surely they had to know that something wasn't right. Surely they had to see that they weren't like other kids. He hadn’t been around many mortals, but what few he had been around were all so slow and boring. They couldn't do anything interesting. He had never felt the desire to leave New Rome's borders to spend more time with them. He was much happier on this side of the fence.
He found himself grinning as she commented about him having a leg up. "Does that make you nervous?" He found the comment odd. Almost as if she were weighing the odds against him and her camp. If she were sizing him up for some sort of battle and not the friendly competition that they had going for them. He didn't care either way. She was Greek, she should be scared of him, of all Romans. They were born to be better than their Greek counterparts, that was just the way life was.
Jax knew he should be irritated that she had gotten to him so easily, but for the life of him he couldn't help but find it amusing. He was used to seeing every side of a battle and predicting where and how his enemies would strike. He could see formations and scenarios play out on the field miles away. He lived and breathed strategy. And yet she had wiped all of his strategies clear off the board without him knowing that she was even playing. Ares. He knew she had to be Ares. As close to an equal as the Greeks got. He was leaning forward, clearly waiting for her signal to announce his win. Instead though she announced strike two and he frowned.
She got up and began walking towards the Mess Hall doors and he followed her out like a puppy. He didn't like being on uneven terms with a Greek. She teased him about shirts and he laughed, "I don't know. I've seen the guys from your camp. I don't think your shirts are made for Romans. Not enough room for muscle." He was grinning as he looked over, giving her a wink before walking on. She asked about his favorite place and he began walking forward. Instinct told him to go to the Ludus. His head, however, let him know that he had already given her enough hints and the Ludas practically screamed son of Mars.
Jax instead began walking to the garden of Bacchus, hands down his least favorite spot in camp. "No competition there. The garden of Bacchus. Lots of flowers. Lots of peace and quiet. Good place to think." He tossed out, hoping she'd take the bait. Though this spot did remind him of his mother, he could visit her anytime he wanted. There was nothing that pulled him to the place as it was. He looked over at her, an amused grin on his lips. "Your turn. What's your next guess Graecus?"
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.
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