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.
Avery knew that the moment one of her siblings began arguing with a Roman camper from Mars that she should have left. She knew it. She had felt it. She never was very good around confrontations or arguing. She hated yelling matches and fights were the worst. She truly knew that she should have left, but she hadn't wanted to leave her half-sibling. So she had stood by awkwardly, in the pathways in front of the barracks, trying to make both sides laugh or at the very least calm down which hadn't worked. So she had basically been useless as the two began arguing about who would win or who was better than whom, she honestly hadn't been paying much attention until she heard her name.
"Avery can beat you. Swords."
Avery shook her head, a nervous laugh coming out of her lips, "Oh, no. no. no. He's kidding." The Mars camper glared at her while Avery shook her head again. "No really. I can't. I'm...allergic." The camper sized her up and her sibling began talking again. Avery resisted the urge to shake him. "I've never held a sword in my life. Honestly." She shrugged off the notion as her sibling tried urging her forward. Avery slipped out of his grasp and began walking backwards, an apologetic look on her face, "I'm actually meeting someone. My boyfriend actually. He's SUPER protective. So...no sword fighting today." Her sibling gave her a skeptical look which matched the narrowed eyes that the Romans had and Avery wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel offended or not. The Roman took a step towards her and Avery glanced around, "Oh see. There he is."
She pointed to the first male person that her eyes fell upon and did a small victory dance in her head as the other Roman boy paused. "Yep. Got to go, but maybe next time." She turned quickly on her heel and closed the distance between herself and the boy, wrapping her arm in the crook of his, "I know you don't know me, but I need a pretend boyfriend right now and if you'll just walk with me around this corner I promise I'll leave you alone." The words came out quickly and she hoped he'd play along with the charade. Avery glanced over her shoulder, seeing if they bought the ruse.
It was with a spring in his step and a jaunt in his shoulders that Isaak stepped out of the third cohort barracks. It was a nice sunny day, the birds were chirping, he had a snack at about 10AM from his little stolen stash under his bed, and now he was happily heading for the Mess Hall, already ready for lunch despite the still somewhat early hour. Isaak always liked to be first in for food, anyway, and he would gladly wait in an empty Mess Hall, twiddling his thumbs and absolutely not doing any of his chores as he waited for the food to come to him.
His happy contemplation of his stress-free planned morning was briefly interrupted as he saw someone out of the corner of his eye point in his direction. Isaak paused, trying not to look too deer-in-the-headlights about anything at all - there were any number of things he could be getting in trouble with any number of people, not the least of which would be his centurion about the stolen snacks - only to be met with a rather odd looking tableau. Two of the three figures were males, one of whom was a child of Mars who Isaak knew by face from the second cohort. The other male and the sole female were both Greek campers, and Isaak wasn't sure if liked being dragged into whatever the two boys were clearly already arguing about. He'd been under strict orders from Reynolds not to get his face bashed in.
But the girl was infinitely cute and pretty and she had been the one pointing at him. Cocking his head to the side, Isaak waited for the group's next move, and was pleasantly surprised when the girl came barrelling towards him, one arm sliding around his with whispered instructions to act like her boyfriend. Well, Isaak's time to shine had come. This was something he absolutely lived for. With a ready smirk, he easily pulled the same arm from out of the girl's grasp, instead wrapping it around her shoulders as he grinned at the other two boys over her head. With his other hand, he wriggled his fingers at them in a very smug goodbye, even as he led both himself and the girl forwards.
As they rounded the corner, Isaak turned his grin to the girl, pulling away because he was respectful and a gentleman and also because despite her cuteness and her being Greek, his body was still entirely within stabbing distance if she decided to go crazy on him about physical space. Despite the fact that, you know, she had been the one to grab him first. "We can always kiss in case they didn't believe you and come around the corner to check on you," he suggested brightly. So maybe he wasn't that much of a gentleman. But it wasn't as though he could pass up on such a perfect opportunity! Briefly, the son of Mercury wondered if he'd land himself in the infirmary again. That would really make Reynolds' day.
Avery had always been the type who leapt without checking to see if there was a solid landing zone first. A trait that had surprisingly served her well. On the rare occasion when she had listened to her gut and it hadn't ended well, she had simply chalked it up to experience and moved on. As she slipped her hand around the boy's elbow, she waited to see if she would indeed fly or fall. She had whispered the plea and as if on cue, he turned into her knight in shining armor. Success! He gave her an easy smile, removing his arm from her grasp and wrapping it around her shoulders.
Avery tried very hard not to giggle at the sheer showmanship that he immediately jumped into action with. She leaned her head into his embrace with a grin, "Ah, my hero" just low enough for him and him alone to hear. The boy ushered her forward and away, causing a sigh of relief to come out of her lips. She thanked whatever gods that had been listening that he had been the one to answer her plea and not someone who might have shunned her. Though she supposed if she had been rejected she could perhaps play off a breakup. Fake crying with proper theatrics in the streets of Camp Jupiter seemed like a better alternative than facing a Roman with a sword.
They rounded the corner and the boy withdrew his arm from her, moving away respectfully. No sooner had he moved from her though, he suggested a kiss to cement the charade. Avery laughed lightly at the boldness, thinking that if she'd have to guess, he might be a son of Aphrodite. Or rather, Venus. He had charm to spare. "Deal." She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before grinning brightly. "Thank you for playing along, I really do appreciate it. You saved me back there."
She peeked over his shoulder, pleased that she couldn't spot any of the campers from either side who had been pestering her. Putting her attention back to him, extending her hand out, "I'm Avery. Nice to meet you pretend boyfriend." She then put one hand in her pockets, the other tapping her chin in thought as she proposed a question to him. "So, was this an amicable breakup or did you shatter my heart into oblivion?" She said the last part with a hint of dramatics, placing her hand over her heart, head turning to the side, giving her best Oscar-winning performance.
The whispered 'my hero' sent Isaak's smugness skyrocketing to new heights. If he'd known it would take a Greek to realize his full potential as a heroic person, then by the gods, he had gone to the wrong camp. The Roman girls never appreciated him, not his face nor his wits nor his personality - but then this one Greek girl had, within a minute of meeting him, had called him a hero. Isaak felt as though he was walking on air and he didn't even need his father's winged sandals. He felt like he could face any monster and take them down with a great roar and a well-placed spear through their eyebrows I mean Isaak was ready to take on the entire universe and come out victorious. He was a hero.
That feeling deflated slightly like someone had poked a needle through a balloon as the girl only gave him a kiss on the cheek, but he supposed it was fine. He was a gentleman, right? He could wear down her defenses eventually, and she would proceed to call him legendary and his life was going to be great. Even if she did end up moving on from him, he was sure just her word would be recommendation enough, advertising him like a beacon to the other Greek girls that Isaak Nielsen was a legend, ladies and gentleman. Besides, he needed to be a nice guy to get that sort of rep, right? This Greek girl hadn't chosen him because he'd been buff and taking down a horde of Hydra - he'd been chosen because of his pretty face.
A smile appeared on said pretty face as the girl introduced herself. "Isaak," he told her, hair flip following his words as he preened about being her pretend boyfriend. He was just about to extend his services for further pretend boyfriend-ing, or perhaps going on a proper picnic, when Avery then proceeded to suggest breaking up. A confused chuckle was forced out of Isaak's mouth, before he said, "Break up already? Sure I can't take you to a flower-filled picnic at the gardens before there are shattering of hearts?" He gave her his most winning smile, hoping to win her over for at least a little bit. Isaak worked best after some time, kind of growing on people like mold. Mold didn't appear after the first meeting, right? Isaak was basically pretty mold, and he needed time to manifest and take over a surface. But boy when he did, he was quite sure he could win her over, because no one could resist Isaak's charm - just look at Reynolds, the demigod camp's version of grumpy cat.
Avery was grinning as she kissed the boy softly on his cheek. He was cute, and she could tell that he very much knew it. It was clear in the way he confidently smiled. The way he held himself. He wasn't too full of himself though. At least, she didn't think so just from her first impressions. She had dealt with plenty of vain demigods before and he didn't strike her as one.
She found herself trying to figure out his godly parent. Not that it mattered in any sense other than curiosity. Though, the she supposed it would be helpful to know if she was dealing with a half-sibling or not. Half-cousin? She wasn't sure exactly what kind of demigod family connection that would be between Greek and Roman demigods from the same but not exactly the same parent. It was enough to make a small headache form.
Avery smiled brightly, the boy giving a hair flip to keep his unruly locks out of his face. "Nice to meet you." She had then brought up the theatrics of breaking up and was genuinely surprised as he posed another option of an actual date. She wasn't exactly the most experienced person in the realm of dating. She had a few crushes that never went anywhere. She had even gone on a few dates, but boys tended to either find her personality too immature or annoying to go farther than those few dates.
She just wasn't the kind of girl who took things like normal people always seemed to. She didn't like being upset or sad. She didn't like to focus on the bad things that could happen or dwell on past mistakes. She liked being in the present and the now. She had a grin still on her face as she replied a little coyly, "I thought we were supposed to be enemies?"
He gave her another self-assured grin and she laughed lightly. "Are you always so charming or am I just catching you on a good day?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while she waited on his response. Yes, if she had to wager a bet, she would bank on Aphrodite or rather, Venus. Though he could fit in well with Apollo too. He had rolled well enough with her little charade. Perhaps he was an actor in the making.
Avery peeked behind him one more time and once she was convinced that they were indeed gone she linked her arm back in his. "Can I get a glimpse of the gardens? I haven't seen anything that sounds so gorgeous since I've arrived. Not that your camp isn't beautiful of course." She made a slightly awkward face as she recovered, hoping he wouldn't take any offense to what she said.
Isaak's smile was genuine and wide as he replied, "The pleasure is all mine." And he meant it, too; he always did love meeting people who didn't want to slap him or stab him or both. This girl was full of happiness and sunshine and bubbly energy, and Isaak could get on that level. There would be no judgy or mean bone in this girl's body, and Isaak really loved that, because there would be no way in heck she would be the first to reach for a weapon, right? She didn't even seem like someone who could get mad or get in a bad mood, and considering how easily Isaak could raise someone's ire, it was always better to make friends, get to know, or flirt with people who were happy and jokey. And he could make her laugh and smile, and not even in an evil sort of way! That was a big bonus for sure.
"Enemies-shnenemies," Isaak retorted, practically waving a hand in the air as he batted that thought away. Sure, he might have considered the Greek Hulk his enemy, but I mean, Reynolds was his best friend, and Reynolds was Greek. Isaak liked to think he didn't discriminate based on parentage, only based on whether or not one could appreciate the son of Mercury. Considering GH had decidedly not appreciated Isaak and had shown him as much with a fist to the face, Isaak felt he was definitely well within his rights not to like him. This girl, though? Surely no one could be her enemy. If there was, Isaak would gladly pound them to a pulp - in front of her, of course, so he could be all heroic. Maybe he should have some sort of fancy uniform when coming to damsels' distress? Just call him Super Isaak. "And besides, no one could be enemies with you, surely. Anyone who dares will have to face me."
He grinned again as he held out his elbow, offering it to the Greek girl in a very gentlemanly and suave manner, because that was who Isaak was as a person. What a pity the other Greek girl from a last night was missing out on seeing him at his peak. "I'm always charming, I promise you," he assured her, turning his smile to her encouragingly. "If you stick around, you can see for yourself." Undoubtedly, Isaak would be pulling out all stops to ensure he would shine his brightest light and at his best angle to impress this girl. He was sure she wouldn't have some ridiculous high standard like the other Roman girls, but still, when he went in on something, he always went all the way - with Isaak, it was all or nothing, and most of the time it was all.
So engrossed was he in immediately planning a stroll to the gardens and maybe around the aviary and maybe around the lake, and then to dinner, that he hadn't even heard any sort of second meaning to the girl's words. "Gladly!" he answered brightly. "It would only be my pleasure." He bowed slightly, one arm gently acting as his anchor as he bent his body at the waist, while the other was still bent at the elbow and offered to the Greek girl. "I can be your official tour guide to Camp Jupiter, Miss--?" Isaak turned expectant warm eyes to his new companion, eagerly awaiting for the girl's name. It would be something beautiful and sunny for sure.
The boy gave her a quick and charming reply and she inclined her head slightly with a bright grin. He was nice to be with. He was clearly someone who knew his way around sweet nothings and she knew she was probably dealing with Camp Jupiter's biggest flirt but she couldn't find it in her to move from him. He was funny and although she had never been the kind of girl who fell for charming words, they did make a grin stay on her lips.
He waved away the idea of enemies and she was again, pleased as could be that she had chosen him for her fake boyfriend. A soft sigh left her lips as she smiled, "I knew I picked a good one. My pretend boyfriend radar is functioning flawlessly." She pretended to brush a bit of dust off of her shoulders. "Almost as flawless as you clearly are." She was grinning brightly, the words had come out light and with clear humor, rolling with the easiness that had been going back and forth between them.
He spoke further, insinuating that she had no enemies and she laughed, "I think you'd be surprised. It turns out that my special brand of humor isn't exactly one a lot of people understand." Half of the time people thought that she was making fun of them and then the other half of the time they seemed to think of her as too immature or childish and both of those tended to end with someone disliking her. "As flattering and fitting as your knight in shining armor offer is, I think I'd keep you much too busy."
Isaak held his elbow out to her and she slipped her arm in the crook. Another smooth set of lines came out of his lips and Avery laughed lightly. He wasn't lying about being charming. It was a thousand wonders that he wasn't constantly surrounded by a gaggle of girls. "Hmm. I just might. Though, I couldn't promise of course." She gave an exaggerated look of self-importance before she replied, "I clearly have a reputation as a heartbreaker to keep up." She held the look for just a moment more before slipping back into her playful grin. She was obviously not, in any way, shape, nor form a heartbreaker. Avery could count on one hand the number of romantic relationships that she had. Not to mention the fact that they had made their acquaintance from her needing a pretend one.
She and Isaak began walking in step and she was utterly thankful that he hadn't paused at her slight slip. He bowed to her and she did a curtsy in response while keeping her arm linked in his. He then asked for her last name and Avery inclined her head to him, "Barringer."
She walked in step with him. Her eyes glancing forward, moving here and there as they passed the barracks and mess hall. Their camp was so much larger than Camp Half-Blood. She didn't know how long it would take for her to familiarize herself with the vastness of it all, but it wouldn’t be a short time. She was hopeless with directions. "So, which cohort do you belong to? That's how you guys sort yourselves right?" She looked over curiously at him. It seemed like an odd way to be grouped but who was she to judge?
NOTES ; They already exchanged names so I figured he could be asking about her last name lol
He could have preened like a peacock in front of her at her words. This was why compliments should not be paid to Isaak, as he tended to become insufferable because of them. He couldn't help himself, though, had anyone seen him? He was no Adonis it was true, and his six-pack was nigh nonexistent, but he had quite the face and a sparkling personality to go with it. At last, someone had recognised him for what he was: the awesomest. The flyest. The greatest. He had already decided Avery was his absolute favourite person ever, and no one and nothing was going to convince him to change his mind at all. GH's girlfriend had long since been forgotten, completely eclipsed by Avery's appreciation for him. GH's girlfriend who? Isaak's world was completely taken by Avery now.
Flawless, she'd called him. He was a diamond, was what he was. Flicking his head to the left once again with his fingers under his chin as he pretended to show off his own face, Isaak only grinned again, languishing in Avery's praise. "Tuh, you're too nice to me," he replied brightly, his voice not very genuine. Well, he did know his own value of course, so she was only saying the truth, but still, it felt nice to be appreciated. It didn't happen all too often, after all. He was half-tempted to get on his knee in a particularly dramatic display of being a knight, but Isaak did not fail to realise how much it mimicked getting down on one knee to propose. Was that why men got down on one knee? Did it go back to knighthood? Isaak may not have minded being someone's knight, but he most certainly was not going to allow any sort of implication of any kind of commitment. "I would gladly be busy on your behalf, my lady," he said instead, and rather enthusiastically.
With a gentle pat on the fingers holding on to his arm, Isaak began their stroll towards the gardens. He wasn't really the type to give his heart out to girls - did he even have one of those? He wasn't sure. Apparently he did, because he was still walking, obviously, but Isaak wasn't one for sentiment or emotional attachment, and he knew he was never in any kind of danger of heartbreak. "Don't worry, Miss Barringer," he said easily, referring to her provided surname, "you would need to spend but a few minutes in my company. I won't take up a second longer." Truthfully, she would probably need like a solid couple of hours, but she didn't need to know that. Isaak was going to pull out all the stops and really make himself shine. It would require quite a bit of effort on his behalf, of course, and while Isaak could be lazy about a few too many things, showing off in front of a girl was not one of those. He would give her a grands show of the garden, making himself both the wingman and the main man, hyping himself up because clearly no one else would do it for him. Oh, the woes of his life.
And then she had to ask about his cohort, and Isaak pretended it wasn't a pin in the balloon of his ego. He knew he wasn't some sort of super warrior, and it had never bothered him before that he was just a third cohort legionnaire. But would that make him any less of a demigod in her eyes? Avery was Greek - all she probably knew about the Camp Jupiter cohort system was that the Romans were sorted by their calibre of warrior with the first cohort having the most proficient legionnaires. She probably didn't know that recommendations were required for entrance to the 'higher' cohorts, and it was all just political and more about who you knew. Isaak was doing quite alright with him being in third cohort, at the very least; surely she wouldn't judge him by his ranking, right? "Third cohort," he admitted, trying not to let the defeat show clearly in his words, "but that doesn't make me a worse knight, I assure you!"
Isaak had never before cared about his cohort before, but he found himself ready to defend his position at the drop of a hat. He had never cared before about the politics of Camp Jupiter, but he was ready to berate it to defend himself if he needed. Perhaps it would be better to change the topic? Maybe that would be less likely to brand him a traitor to the Romans, because he most definitely was not one. "How about yourselves? Sorted by... parent cabin, from what I heard?" Isaak definitely found that strange. He knew he had half-siblings in higher cohorts, and some in lower cohorts; it felt strange to consider being in a cabin (he imagined it wooden and set in the woods) with only his half-siblings for company. Too much going on in one place if they would be placed in the same living quarters, that would be for sure.
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.
