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.
Why she had entered the Olympics... she wasn’t quite sure. Really she should have just kept her head down and continued to find her place amongst the Roman’s in her temporary home. And yet, it was clear that they were all not very keen to the idea of having Greeks running around their camp. She couldn’t blame them, she’d probably feel the same way if the roles were reversed and they were in her camp. Yet, she wanted something to show that while they were not exactly welcome, that they were equals. Or attempted to be at least. After some conversations with some of her other Greeks, here she was. Signed up for weapons combat.
Arlo had never been a huge fan of a sword. Could use it like a professional, just like any daughter of Athena at this point. But instead, she favored spears (which happened to be one of her mothers favorites) and axes. Something about the weight and swing of the axe was just... different and she found it so much more fun. Which was why she stood on the side of a ring, watching a current match with her arms crossed over her chest and the battle axe strapped to her back. She found herself cheering for her picked winner. It hadn’t changed since they walked into the ring. She placed her assumption on one Roman and was cheering for him alongside the others.
There was a small smile on her face. The energy around her was charging her, getting her ready. If you asked her, this was better than stretching or limbering up before a match. The energy of the room... well open space. Her hair was braided back out of her face, knowing that having bouncing curls wasn’t exactly a strategy that worked well at all times. She needed to be able to analyze, to catch movements, look to see where her opponent was looking if they fought like that.
Despite Isaak's usually happy-go-lucky ways and his slim frame not making him an ideal contender for weapons combat, of course he still signed up for the sport. He was still a Roman and he was going to bring pride to his legion and his cohort and of course himself. He knew he didn't really hold a candle to the other fancier, bulkier Romans he'd need to go up against, and he wasn't quite so bloodthirsty as some from the higher cohorts, but Isaak liked to think he could somewhat hold his own in a fight, even a little bit. Besides, he had been training some more to go a round against the Ares boyfriend of his current lady crush, right. Armed combat was another way he might be able to force a second round between them - probably a little more dangerous, but all was fair in love and war, apparently.
As the son of Mercury made his way over to the armed combat arena, idly thinking about how Reynolds would feel dealing with his cut face rather than beat up face, when a slightly different weapon caught his eye. Not a lot of Romans fought with axes, although he supposed some liked the whole lumberjack look of it. Most of his own cohort-mates preferred just the standard issue spatha or maybe a fancy sword, but an axe was not one he expected - as he paused beside its owner, Isaak didn't recognise the girl's profile and safely assumed she was Greek. Which explained... a little bit? He didn't know Greeks could be so savage as to want to use an axe?
A few seconds later and the girl's cuteness filtered through Isaak's mind. With a suddenly more loose-limbed countenance, Isaak grinned boyishly at the girl as he decided to strike up conversation. Was it going to be his smartest move, trying to hit on a girl with an axe strapped to her back? Probably not. Was Isaak Nielsen a particularly smart demigod when it came to girls? Definitely not. "Hey, love the axe," he commented lightly, eyes sparkling. "So are you the kind of girl who knows how to handle her weaponry?"
The buzz around her only continued. She wasn’t a bloodthirsty opponent by any means, she liked the strategy more than anything else when it came to combat. She didn’t go out to cripple or harm, she wanted to disarm and cause them to yield. At least in the ring with others. Even if the others were potentially Romans who apparently had a ton of tension around them about the Greeks. Not that her fellow Greeks had been any better upon arrival. All were worn and on edge in a way. Unsure of what to make of Camp Jupiter and its inhabitants.
The body next to her at first didn’t draw her attention, her eyes tracking the moves in front of her and almost playing a game in her own head on what should be done next or what they were thinking. But once she realized that the owner of said body was looking at her, she peeked at them from the corner of her eye, not quite turning her head completely until she had confirm they were in deeded staring at her. Her head turned more towards him as he spoke, eyes flickering over him as she wasn’t able to place him as at least semi-familiar, which of course lead her to know he was Roman. But that wasn’t what caught her off guard. It was what he said.
Arlo couldn’t have stopped the small laugh that escaped her lips before she settled back into a neutral, yet slightly amused look. “Thanks,” She replied, a slow, soft smile spreading over her face as she turned her face back to the ring. “I just thought this looked good across my back.” It was a joke of course. Axes weren’t seen usually, which was why she had liked them. The weight of it and the surprisingly multi use of the weapon made her lean in their favor. Though she still had an affinity for spears thanks to it being her mothers main one as well. An idea sparked in her head though as she looked back at him, her chin resting on her shoulder. “Want to find out how well I can use it?”
The smile on Isaak's face spread wider as the other girl actually laughed at his joke. The fact that she wasn't already threatening to chop him and his liver into tiny little pieces already made her a star person in his book. It didn't hurt that she had a great smile herself, all sparkling teeth and cute nose and brilliant eyes. The little ego monster in Isaak's chest preened a little that he'd actually brought out such a reaction from her, and it also sighed a relief that he hadn't found himself knocked to his knees already. Roman girls tended to be very unfriendly about Isaak's flirting - clearly, he'd ended up in the wrong camp. He'd have a word with his father about it if he'd ever meet him.
His eyes went to the weapon again, this time also sweeping across her shoulders - just her shoulders, mind, because he was still a gentleman and he could appreciate shoulders and necks and the shape of her jaw and her smooth skin and - not wanting to be caught ogling more than necessary, Isaak's head tilted slightly to the side as he confirmed, "Well, you're not wrong, it does look really good on you, too." He was pretty sure she could have any sort of weapon strapped to her back and still look good. Was that the Roman influence speaking for him? Eight hundred days of living with legionnaires had apparently skewed his perception of attraction to females with weaponry. That could be problematic considering said weapons usually found their way into his body. "I'm sure you'd look like Wonder Woman with any weapon, anyway." Isaak was not subtle in the least.
Absentmindedly, the son of Mercury bit down lightly on his bottom lip as the Greek girl teased him about going up against him in combat training. The angle of her face as she leaned her chin on her shoulder was entirely too enticing, and Isaak found himself rapidly losing braincells as he was distracted by this siren. Still, he managed to smirk at her goodnaturedly, pulling out a gladius and hefting a smaller shield. It was just going to be a practice run, right? Where was his sense of self-preservation? Oh, that's right, probably somewhere on the ground with his other braincells. As he led the way to a less crowded area but still within hearing distance of the arena - he was quickly forgetting why he'd wanted to enter the competition in the first place - Isaak flipped his hair showily before grinning and saying, "Alright, hit me."
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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.
