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 son of Mercury groaned as he stretched, sounding like a dying beast while his joints joined him, cracking in harmony. For a second, he stood dazed as the blood rushed to his brain, before he grinned and started doing a little jog on the spot. That lasted for about five seconds, before it became a weird combination of dancing and elbow-thrusting and neck-spinning as Isaak decided he needed to warm up his entire body for the run. All that he was missing was some chicken sounds, and probably the suit, and he would be looking perfect outside of a chicken shop selling chicken products.
Not that Isaak knew or cared how stupid he looked. This was the one he actually stood a chance in, a proper chance to win something and restore some glory to his reputation. It didn't matter that he was born with a power that could eke him out over others; Isaak was a Slytherpuff through and through, and sometimes it wasn't about the journey, but about the destination, particularly in a foot race. What was he going to do, stop and smell the flowers? Not even a little bit.
As Isaak continued on with his warm up routine, he looked up to spot a familiar blonde head. It was Astrid, and his knowledge of her was limited to that she was a centurion in the fourth cohort - a lesser cohort, ha! - and that she was a daughter of Victoria, which instantly meant she was pretty much his biggest rival for this race. Gods dang it, did they not want to give Isaak a chance at all? The girl was dang competitive, came with the territory, he supposed. Despite it, though, the son of Mercury only gave Astrid a welcome smile. He was still a flirty boy and Astrid was still pretty. "Hey, Astrid! Got them Nikes on ready to fly? Does your mum find it weird that you wear Nikes?"
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Initially, Astrid hadn't been planning on participating in anything for the Olympics that the camp had set up, she felt like with the combination of her heritage and her status as a Centurion it wasn't particularly fair of her to participate--she had a clear advantage. However, she couldn't just not participate in the foot race, there was no way there was anyone at either camp that was faster than her, and she had to prove it--she had the skills to back it up, after all.[break][break]
Despite her advantage, the daughter of Victoria knew that she wouldn't have a chance at winning if she didn't take the necessary precautions to avoid injury, and the best way to do that was by stretching properly. The blonde had picked a spot off to the side of the track, legs spread into a split as she stretched the limbs. Hawke brought one leg in front of her, reaching up to touch the tip of her shoe while the other stayed in the split then alternated as she took in her surroundings. One of her opponents, a third cohort legionnaire, seemed to have the same idea in actually preparing for the race.[break][break]
As the Centurion continued her stretches, she racked her brain to remember the parentage of the other demigod, it certainly seemed like he didn't exercise very much based on the noises he was emitting, so she could rule out Mars. Astrid finally remembered as she moved onto a butterfly stretch, that they'd raced before, in a much more casual setting--a son of Mercury. Said son of Mercury was apparently interested in being conversational before the race, and Hawke didn't mind indulging. "I'd have to have met my mother to know her opinion on my footwear choices." she replied casually, pushing off the ground and dusting off her athletic shorts. "I'm sure they'll still help me cream you in this race though." she added with a smirk as she began her arm stretches, they weren't enchanted sneakers or anything fancy like that, but Nike shoes typically held up pretty well for running--even going as fast as she did.[break][break]
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[attr="class","ilikeyoufoottext"]TAGS: Isaak Nielsen [break] WORDS: 361 [break] NOTES : notes go here !!
Isaak's nose scrunched together at the mention of Astrid never having met her mother. He'd grown up amongst mortals, having only arrived at Camp Jupiter a year ago, and he didn't completely have his social niceties down when it came to the parent thing. He personally had never been bothered that he'd never known his dad, having lived his entire life without him - his father being a god or a normal mortal had made no difference to Isaak. He'd always been a pretty easygoing lad, and things like abandonment issues were just water off his back. He had plenty of other issues, of course, but serious emotional ones like that were ones he shied away from. His poor pretty brain wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Yikes," was his only reply to that, before moving swiftly on to the safer topic. He winced slightly at her choice of words, because cream was just not a pretty descriptor of anything, before he grinned again and shrugged, continuing with his chicken dance warm up. This time, he added a bit of sideways arm rotations in between the wing flaps, hyping himself up with every passing second. "We'll see, Astrid, we'll see." He wasn't completely competitive, himself, but he wouldn't be letting the one wreath he had a solid chance at winning just slip him by.
Then a thought occurred to him, and he turned speculative eyes to the daughter of Victoria. "Wait, so you're-- does that mean you'll end up giving the wreaths to the winners?" The son of Mercury flicked his hair as he laughed, presenting his beautiful profile to Astrid as he said loftily, "How does this angle look? I think this is my best side and the laurel will look just perfect on top of my hair. I will be taking a bath before the feast, though, so that my face will look perfect for the ceremony." And it would, because he was Isaak Nielsen and he never looked less than that for pictures. He should hang it somewhere, probably in the Greek cohort barracks above Reynolds' bed like some dictator. His proudest moment needed to be savoured by his best friend, of course. With that thought, Isaak mentally dusted off his hands, Reynolds' birthday gift sorted.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] The blonde simply shrugged in response to the other demigod's commentary, she doubted most of the people at camp had met their parents, and if they had they'd probably done some great feat in order to have been graced with their divine presence. Sure, Astrid was good at winning things, but that likely wasn't a surprise to the goddess of victory--it didn't bother her too much anyway. The demigod's dad had done a good job of raising her, and the only time it was awkward was when her mortal friends had asked where her mother was and she had to come up with an excuse for something she didn't have the answer to.[break][break]
Hawke raised a brow at the son of Mercury's warm-up technique, "You know I don't think waving your arms like that actually does anything." she pointed out as she stretched her arms behind her. Isaak could hold the misconception that he'd win the foot race as much as he wanted, but there was a reason the daughter of Victoria never participated in track or cross-country--she had always been too fast for it to be fair. Of course, she hadn't known at the time that she was fast due to her divine blood, but her dad had always known, and he was the main factor stopping her from participating in anything involving running--that and conflicting sports seasons.[break][break]
The Centurion wasn't quite sure how the other demigod had gotten to the topic of wreaths, but he hadn't been wrong in his assumption. "Yeah I don't think anyone else can do this, even in the Greek camp." she responded, using her powers as she spoke to create a small bunch of laurel leaves, the greenery sprouting from her fingers. The blonde snorted as her competitor preened, he was overly confident and she hoped that meant he'd slip up as they raced. "It's cute that you think you'll be anywhere near one of my wreaths for this race." Hawke responded with a smirk, "In fact the closest you'll get is these few leaves here, savor them." she quipped, tossing the few leaves she had generated in his general direction like they were confetti. "The only way you're getting a wreath is if you win in another event, assuming you've signed up for others." Hawke added, sure she had placed all of her eggs in one basket, but that was half guilt from her advantage half needing to get other things done while the games happened.[break][break]
Isaak didn't believe Astrid's words for a minute. Of course flapping his arms helped: at the very least, it lifted his weight for a few seconds, allowing him to move forward faster and better, and also, it helped work out his arm muscles, meaning he would be a tank faster. "You're just trying to cheat me out, Astrid Hawke, daughter of Victoria, centurion of fourth cohort," Isaak intoned, still continuing with his manic chicken dance workout. "But I will be legen-wait for it-dary and I will kick gluteus maximus in this foot race, just you wait." Completing his statement with a half-assed karate chop that only served to topple his balance, Isaak only grinned brightly at his number one opponent.
His blue eyes looked at the laurel leaves sprouting from Astrid's fingers, completely unimpressed. He was pretty sure he'd seen some of the fourth cohort kids coming out of their barracks with leaves in their hair - this was hardly anything new for Isaak. He swatted the leaves away with a cranky cat look on his face, before continuing on his workout, but not before giving Astrid a dirty look for getting tree debris on his clothes and his hair. If she had messed with his aesthetic, she was going to hear it when she had to crown him the winner.
Flicking a last errant leaf that had stuck itself on to his shirt somehow, Isaak only tutted and said sardonically, "Astrid, Astrid, Astrid. You know they asked you to give out the laurels because there's no way in heck you're actually winning a race, right?" Usually Isaak wasn't super competitive, but considering he had one chance of winning something and of course it was against one of the most competitive people in the whole damm legion, he thought he could be excused. He needed to get up on that stage and have a wreath bestowed upon him because he needed to impress the pretty Greek girl and to shove the hecking laurel up the Ares boy's nose and hope he choked on it.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid's brow furrowed, his usage of her full name and titles caused her to completely gloss over the fact that he'd called her a cheater. Well, not completely, she wasn't particularly thrilled he had accused her of being a cheater, but it was so weird to address her that way. "Alright then Isaak Nielsen, son of Mercury, legionnaire of third cohort," she mimicked, refusing to let the other demigod faze her, "keep living in your delusions, I'm sure you'll find reality at some point." she added with a fake smile. The blonde could have laughed at his near faceplant but chose to roll her eyes instead, he could keep at least a shred of his dignity before she left him with none in the race.[break][break]
As the son of Mercury struggled with the leaves, Hawke transitioned from stretches into a warm-up, alternating between high knee kicks and butt kicks, "Make sure you don't swallow any of those by the way." the daughter of Victoria cautioned with a glance at the other demigod. "They're poison if ingested." she elaborated casually, she didn't want to be the one to have to tell the healers another person had gotten poisoned on accident because of her powers, the first time hadn't even been intentional.[break][break]
Nielsen's last comment stopped Hawke dead in her tracks, "You think that scares me?" the Centurion questioned, her blue eyes now making direct contact with the other demigod's. The daughter of Victoria had to stop herself from flat out laughing in Isaak's face, "Do you know what my win/lose ratio has been for the last 23 years of my life, Nielsen?" she asked, her tone serious--he had picked the wrong thing to doubt her on. "426/439." Astrid stated plainly, she and her father always kept a close eye on her statistics, it wasn't a number she'd ever forget. "That's a 3 percent chance of you winning, and I. Don't. Lose." she elaborated, a 97% win rate wasn't anything to mess with. "Really cute that you think you have a chance though."[break][break]
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[attr="class","ilikeyoufoottext"]TAGS: Isaak Nielsen [break] WORDS: 356 [break] NOTES : yes i did do the math for this ope
Isaak lived in many delusions, not the least of which was that he actually stood a chance against the daughter of Victoria, but he liked his delusions because they were about him and of course he was the centre of his own universe. He was pretty freaking awesome, if you didn't mind. And so when Astrid accused him of living in delusion, he only smiled winningly at her and shrugged, continuing on with his fantastic and self-prescribed workout. It wasn't as though his workout was hurting anyone else, was it? He'd only hit a probatio twice and that was a month or so ago, and even then the probatio hadn't gotten too hurt, or at least nothing a little ambrosia couldn't fix. Isaak hadn't even been too badly punished for it.
As the son of Mercury brushed off the leaves, Astrid's warning about ingesting them had him throwing her a filthy look as his became both more cautious and yet also frantic about the leaves, as though touching skin and eating equalled the same thing. Isaak thought he could be excused considering he was a gentle soul and he bruised like a peach; a poison ivy laurel leaf rash would ruin his good looks and then where would he be? He'd lose any chance of winning over the Greek girl because who would want a ruined Isaak? "You should keep your dang poisonous excretions to yourself, Astrid," he said testily, now paranoid and checking that his shirt fell over his shorts and none of the poisonous leaves had made their way inside.
Despite the centurion stopping in her warm ups and apparently taking the whole thing seriously, Isaak kept on going, although he tried his best to meet Astrid's gaze head on. It was a bit difficult considering his vision was all jumping up and down and a little sideways - no one needed to ask why, but the dance workout situation involved some head tilting too - but he wasn't going to look away. Looking away was a sign of weakness, and he wasn't intimidated in the least about the numbers the other demigod spouted. Instead, he just laughed, slightly breathless, as he replied, "Hey that was really good maths! At least you're better at that than me, right?" Isaak wasn't even sure why he was enjoying the needling, but then again, he was a fairly vain peacock. He needed to be legendary in at least one thing, and considering he had a natural advantage in this one area, Isaak had long decided this would be his field. He gave her a bright smile at her last words though. "Aw thank you! I think I'm cute, too." The son of Mercury even flipped his hair to the side again, eyes sparkling.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] It seemed that the son of Mercury wasn't planning on stopping his ineffective workout, so Astrid took the time to distance herself from the taller demigod a bit lest she be smacked by his flailing arms. She supposed Isaak was engaging his arms but the energy wasn't really doing anything meaningful for him, at least from what she could tell. It seemed like a waste of energy instead, really. Maybe he'd spend all of it doing this and completely wipe out during the race, she certainly wouldn't be opposed.[break][break]
The blonde couldn't help but laugh at the other demigod's now frantic attempts to rid himself of her laurel leaves. It was clear he didn't quite have a grasp on what the term ingested had meant. She really should tell him, but it was far more entertaining to see him panic over something relatively harmless. "Then I'll be extra careful not to give you that winning laurel." the Centurion responded with a smirk, "After all, it's made of the same material and we can't have your fragile demeanor getting damaged by foliage." she added. Nielsen clearly wanted nothing to do with her leaves after that misconception, so he likely wouldn't want a wreath anymore.[break][break]
Hawke scrunched her nose, clearly nothing she had said gotten through Isaak's thick skull and she wasn't going to make another failed attempt at trying to get her point across. Better than him at that, the daughter of Victoria would bet she was better at him than several things, not just the ability to track her own statistics. "Yes," she responded, her fake smile returning "I'm glad you have the ability to recognize that I'm better than you." the blonde commented, twisting his words in her favor. At this point she was wondering what the other demigod had done to earn a place in the third cohort, he must have had one Hades of a recommendation letter or good combat skills or something that had justified his placement. Astrid rolled her eyes, "Being cute doesn't win races, Nielsen." she pointed out, "It's just a coincidence that I am, not a factor of my success." she added as she resumed her warm-up exercises now that the...minor distraction was resolved.[break][break]
Now that Astrid mentioned the laurel were made of the same leaves, part of Isaak wanted to reconsider the race. After all, he was so sensitive that usually even just a bad breeze would feel like it could cut through his clothes and his skin and flesh and sinew to reach his precious little soul inside. He supposed he could wear a hood, but that would definitely detract from the fancy wreath against his pretty hair. Perhaps it would be worth it, just for one afternoon, and then he could jackknife in midair and throw the wreath from his head without actually touching it. Besides, he could always go to Reynolds to fix his face if he ever got into any issues - the Greek demigod was always patching him up, anyway, one more day wouldn't make a difference.
He only grinned at Astrid's words about her being better than him, shrugging again as he finally finished his warm up. "Well, like you said, some of us have to live in delusions," he said loftily, now contorting his body slowly and carefully to help relax his muscles a little. He had to keep himself limber, after all, running wasn't the same as fighting. In armed combat, Isaak had to keep his weight lower in his body so he wouldn't be knocked off so easily by a particularly shield-bash-happy legionnaire; in foot race, it was about not having weight at all, or so the son of Mercury believed. Happy muscles were weightless muscles.
As he stretched, Isaak inevitably emitted more dying-beast groans, although they were a little less loud now that his body had gone through the warm up. Being fit was difficult; it was why Isaak tended to be lazy rather than try to fit in with the rest of the legion. Fitness wasn't a guarantee of charm or prettiness, after all, and if given the choice to be able to lift a boulder or pose legendarily atop it, Isaak would rather pose. With his exercises completed, he pushed his hair out of his face as he waggled fingers at Astrid, saying, "Being cute has always won me a lot of things. This race will just be another thing to add to the list." And with a confident smile, Isaak made his way over to his position at the starting line, taking a swig of water while he walked and making sure he was showing off his arm muscles and the angle of his jaw as he did so.
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] While the son of Mercury likely pondered whether or not he should risk contact with her wreath, Astrid took the opportunity to get a drink of water from the bottle she kept stashed in the gym bag she had brought with her to the track. Despite the other demigod's attempts to shake her, the daughter of Victoria felt she still had a good chance of winning the race--it was quite literally in her blood to win, after all. While she was capable of losing, the odds were almost always stacked in her favor, and this was no different.[break][break]
Hawke scoffed in response, "Here, I'll help you discern the difference." she replied, "delusions are generally unattainable, while facts are grounded in reality." the blonde explained, "See I'm down here," she continued, crouching down to let her hand graze the ground, "in reality." she elaborated, "While you're there," she said, pointing at a passing cloud in the sky, "unattainable because you've got no way of reaching it." she finished with a smug grin. The Centurion was being a bit condescending but she felt it was a bit warranted with the way the other demigod had been antagonizing her.[break][break]
Astrid snorted at the other demigod's comment. "Are you sure you're not a son of Venus, Nielsen?" she asked, her eyes following the movement of his fingers. "You seem to think you can get pretty far on your looks alone if you aren't one." she pointed out, it was much more fitting for a child of the goddess of beauty rather than a child of the god of messengers and thieves. The blonde followed Isaak's lead in making her way to the starting line, judging by the current time the foot race would be starting soon and she couldn't win a race if she didn't start it. She did some last-minute stretches as the son of Mercury preened not far from her. Hawke worked on focusing on her goal and not her competitor, all she needed was to keep her eye on the prize and this win was in the bag.
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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.
