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.
NAME: open * AGE: 17-18 GODLY PARENT:aletheia, goddess of truth ( greek ) / veritas, goddess of truth ( roman) COHORT: open if applicable PLAY BY: shelley hennig (non-negotiable)
Meet Shelley (placeholder name), daughter of the goddess of truth, perfect match to my son of Nefas (Ate). What you should know about Wynn is that he's a flirty trickster. He likes to use his ability to play with people's minds only for his own pleasure. He doesn't care a lot about rules and limitations. Meaning the two of them would probably get off the wrong foot when they meet.
He's a superb liar, deceit is his middle name. She's bound to the truth.
Possible ideas could be that either she could get drawn to the dark side, trying to go against her nature, against her mother. Or he gets lured into being rightful, trying to change into someone better to woo her. They could also balance each other out. 50% truth, 50% lies. Sounds like the perfect combo for mischief.
If she decides to keep out of his way he will follow her around, making it his goal to find a way to break through her ability to block him.
Depending on whether you choose her to be Greek or Roman the plots will differ.
PERSONALITY: open
POWERS: Since she would need some sort of ability to go up against Wynn's illusion manipulation I figured something along the lines of Truth Manipulation. I'm leaving this up to you but basically being able to see through his deceit, see that his illusions are not real since those are not part of uh true reality? I could also see her being able to induce truth as in touching someone and basically making them tell the truth. Please remember to not make the character OP. But you can always check with me to make sure this is not the case.
* Her name is open but I'm extremely picky with names so please give me a variety of options to choose from.
I also don't do endgame so it's totally fine if they end up being friends or enemies at the end instead.
The character is somewhat open and can be discussed further via discord! If you're interested just hit me up. Be aware that I am quite picky when it comes to certain wanted ads such as this one. I don't have activity requirements since I can be slow from time to time but I do prefer more intermediate writers who can match my replies quality and quantity-wise <3
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] The brunet let out a disgusted shudder and a sound that resembled an ugh. "I’m eating. If we could not mention blood or entrails that’d be great." Wynn grimaced and snickered before taking a bite of his own slice of pizza. The delivery guy disappeared completely out of his sight and the son of Nefas let out a very exaggerated sight. Wynn had never been the type to fit in the legion. He wasn’t necessarily an outsider but he couldn’t care less about all the training. He had cheated his way in, he could hopefully cheat his way out as well. "Is that how you repay me for the pizza?" he asked, shaking his head in a non-serious demeanor.
"What is it with your first cohorters and threatening to maim others?" Wynn muttered, not really asking Jax that question or at least, not really expecting an answer. First Ophelia, who had threatened to run him through with a sword or maybe one of her battle axes, and now Jax. The need to tell them to go get therapy rested on the tip of his tongue but he bit down the urge to say it out loud as it would most likely result in making it all come true.
Wynn instantly rolled his eyes at the whole responsibility on one’s shoulders talk. The Praetors and Centurions had chosen to take on that burden. It was their fault. They brought it upon themselves. "That fairy tale. Geeze, there’s a lot of fairy tales. Please, you gotta be more specific. You however are more like one of those evil stepmothers. A born party pooper."
After facing the son of Mars Wynn looked at him, this time waiting for an answer. He released the finger snap position, a slender hand adorned with a variety of silver rings waving around in the air beside him. With two fingers he pointed at the blond before hovering over his own face. Wynn rarely got to use his ability these days, with the Greeks causing so much chaos. Although, he really should consider using it to his advantage.
Once his hand had reached his chin, a wide grin spread on Wynn’s face. His own face should have changed by now, a rippling effect in the air around it. It hadn’t really changed, but the illusion of it would be real enough to make him look like Jax. At least the face. He honestly wasn’t too keen on taking on the other boy’s bulky body. "How do I look, Hollins?" he teased, short malicious laughter erupting from his throat. Wynn ran a hand through his now light-colored hair, fair eyebrows quirking up as he felt the illusion as if it was real. "You really need a haircut."
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] The brunet let out a quite dramatic fake gasp. "Ouch. Your words are just as painful." He feigned hurt and disappointment, his hand automatically reaching for his chest as if she truly ran a sword through him. It rested on the non-existing stab wound when he cried out, "They have made worms’ meat of me!" Quoting perhaps the only line he remembered from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Ah, good old Mercutio. A true scene-stealer. Maybe worthy of holding a spot as Wynn’s idols even if he couldn’t remember much from the play itself. He made a mental note to see if he could get his hands on a copy of it to reread.
Wynn had his eyes closed, the other hand hovering over his pale lids before he opened one and glanced up at the blonde. Letting out a sigh he actually pushed himself up slightly so that he was resting on his elbows. "Fine. No grapes for me today I guess," he uttered, giving the annoyed daughter of Venus a quick once over while running a hand through his rich brown waves.
"Ah, yes. The Greeks. They must have fallen for your beauty already… that is, if you haven’t stabbed them all to death instead," he said with a click of his tongue, the grin returning to his features. It was almost impossible to find Wynn without either a smirk or a grin, perhaps even a slight smile, plastered on his face. If you did he’d offer you ten bucks – a losing bet. "So, if you’re not here for my grapes… what brings the centurion of the oh-so-great first cohort to the boring gardens?"
His eyes rested on her weaponry and he couldn't resist the wince escaping his lips as he thought about her earlier remark, yet another image of him being used as a training dummy popping up in his mind. "Hopefully not target practice," he commented, shifting his weight slightly, his elbows digging into the soft ground.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] Wynn just took another bite of the pizza when he heard a voice interrupt his little play. He rolled his eyes before he even looked at who had joined him. Of course, it had to be Jax. "Oh come on Hollins. Don’t be such a party pooper. Me and my friend, the pizza guy, are just enjoying ourselves. He’s showing me his drowning skills." The son of Nefas said, smirking at the sight of the mortal still clutching his throat. Unfortunately, he knew better than to mess with a son of Mars. Nasty bastards, always willing to pick a fight – and most of the time they win.
When Jax asked him to wipe the mortal's memories he looked at him, eyebrows drew together as a crease in between formed. "What do you think I am? A magician? A child of Trivia? I can't erase his memory, Mr. I'm-the-best. It's not like he would understand what just happened anyway. Might go a little crazy but eh." He dropped the pizza back into the box, rubbed his hands clean on his pants, and then clapped his palms together in an uber dramatic gesture. "Be gone my friend and the fun we had. I hate to see you go so soon. I’d rather see you-," Wynn glanced at Jax for a moment, "-go." Even though he was in the second cohort, just one below the first, which wasn’t even the worst of them all, he struggled to keep up with his duties and romanesque behavior. Fighting? Meh. Having fun? Absolutely. His favorite three F words: fight, fear, force fun, food, flirt.
Watching the delivery guy hold his head in confusion while gasping for air he didn't need, he ultimately got back into his car and was out of their sight in just a few moments.
Picking up his pizza again and biting into it he actually made the effort to face the blond. "You on a mission to strip away all the fun in camp? Gods, you’re just like your brother," Wynn said, rolling his eyes once again, munching on the food. "How about having a little fun? I can make you see whatever you want. A trip to your family? A party with friends? A hanky-panky with your lover?" He then asked, the corners of his lips raising with mischief on his mind. He already had his free hand up, thumb, and middle finger stuck together in a pre-snap.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] Wynn lazily pointed two fingers at the pizza delivery guy in front of him, swaying them softly to the side as he shifted the illusion around the stranger. He was playing with him, or perhaps it even counted as exercise. It would be a shame if he was to get rusty using his abilities and he didn’t have any malevolent or wicked intend… maybe a little. It was all fun and games to him because what else was he supposed to do while being forced to stand in front of the entrance to the camp with nothing but trees and hills around him.
He never signed up for guard duty. It was pretty much forced on him and everyone else because blabla strange things happening blabla safety blabla must protect camp at all cost. Blablablablabla was all he heard. While he didn’t mind the existence of guard duty he didn’t necessarily want to participate in it. He wasn’t much of a fighter either… more of a lazy bum who only knows how to use his mouth as a possible weapon.
A soft flick of his wrist to the side sent the delivery guy into darkness. Wynn heard him gasp slightly and he dropped the pizza boxes he was holding. Well, pray those weren’t for the praetors. Using this chance he swiftly moved over, picked up one of the pizza boxes off the ground, and walked back to his place at the tunnel entrance.
The brunet started thinking of the sea, for no reason in particular, or maybe the pizza made him think of someplace in Italy, sending the guy into an illusion of it. His hands instantly started flailing on his sides, his throat bobbing as he gasped for air he only thought he needed as he was swimming in an invisible sea only he ( and Wynn ) could see. He took a bite of a slice, pepperoni and cheese, a good combo, and watched the guy flop like a fish. The thought of stopping wandered across his mind but… just five more minutes.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] With all the chaos surrounding them, Wynn couldn’t help but slip past the instructors and centurions to hide away in the gardens. He wasn’t bothered as much by the arrival of the Greeks as others who gave the impression that the hatred and loathing were assigned upon birth. Greeks here, Greeks there. Greeks everywhere!
He found himself a nice and sunny spot between various flowers, indulging himself in their scents. His head rested on one arm tucked underneath it, a golden brown lock falling in his eye as he shifted slightly on the ground. The weather inside the camp, which was usually just the perfect temperature and always sunny with a clear sky, had acted up lately due to no apparent reasons. But today it seemed restored back to normal. Wynn pushed his hair back, laying the back of his free hand on the bridge of his nose to cover his eyes after he closed them.
Taking a deep breath he relaxed, listening to the sound of laughter and giggles in the distance, the clashing of blades against another, the thud an arrow made as it hit its target, the yells of instructors, and he could swear someone was crying somwhere.
A variety of random images flickered against his lids. It was as if he was browsing through Netflix, trying to decide which movie to watch. Illusions often acted as some sort of drug. Once one began they couldn't stop. Their desire to see what they wanted to see and ignore the real world around them grew stronger and stronger the more they indulge themselves in the bittersweet nectar of a dreamlike state.
When the warmth of the sun was stolen from him and the light he could make out through closed lids was dimmed to a shadow, he let out a slightly annoyed sigh. His hand moved up to rest against his forehead before he rolled his head to the side, glancing up at whoever was disturbing his peaceful afternoon.
„Did the gods send you to bring and feed me grapes?“ he asked, one corner of his lips curling up into a smug grin.
Wynn is a person of many faces (ha, literally). As a son of Ate, he is used to creating illusions around him, pretending to be someone else, shifting his face into many others. At this point, he isn't even sure what his own is. He could be mistaken with a son of Venus being very flirty and loves witty banter. What's better than making someone that hates you love you instead? He's Camp Jupiter's very own bad boy and playboy and often prefers to company of the children of Venus. He likes everything beautiful and doesn't mind blatantly staring at someone he finds attractive. [break][break]
He is more on the arrogant side, cockiness is his answer to almost everything, and his charm works without having the ability to charm speak. However, he can also tend to be quite cunning, using his abilities to his advantage, and he is known to be a jerk (to put it nicely). [break][break]
Wynn isn't the type to commit himself to a relationship or just one person in general as he finds joy in playing with things or people until he gets bored and then drops them like a hot potato. He's a known serial heartbreaker and a serial spy, a service which can be bought if you pay the right sum.[/break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Wynn was the result of an illusion cast upon his father by his mother, Ate, using the image of his recently deceased wife to bring him comfort after pitying this mortal for the grief he experienced after the passing of his loved one. She granted him the gift of seeing and loving his wife one last time which then, resulted in the making of Wynn. His father, of course, thought that he would resemble his dead wife but it would take years to find out that he would not. [break][break]
Being the son of a minor goddess who is barely known to the world he was able to live a pretty quiet life. His powers didn't show or manifest until he was 10 when he started being able to shift his face into a stronger resemblance of his father and his wife as he wished for him to do it once he found out he could. He didn't find it weird at all, no, he thought of it as yet another gift bestowed upon him by the heavens. Whenever Wynn didn't want to change or was too tired and exhausted, having absolutely no control or stamina over his powers, his father would force him to do it anyway. All he cared about was himself and seeing a child who looked like his dead wife.[break][break]
It took four more years for his mother to retrieve him but at that point, Wynn already wasn't sure if the boy he saw in the mirror was himself or just an illusion created by himself. He was brought to Lupa, trained for what felt like a hundred years, and then somehow managed to find his way to Camp Jupiter, by mostly hiding from monsters. His status as Probatio was quickly over as he tricked his way into legionnaire status perhaps one would consider it as foul play but he would say it was bad luck for the other person. [break][break]
A year later he decided to go home and visit his father but they got into a fight because his father didn't want to let him go back and thus their argument resulted in Wynn accidentally pushing his father into a neverending illusion, blinding him with a lie he couldn't stop. It was an emotional outburst and perhaps a little fear that made his powers go wayward as he never expected to be capable of doing it. And it was the only time it happened. Afraid, he left and immediately returned to camp where he stayed, working his way into a bad rep as a cunning but charming trickster.[break]
[ ILLUSIONS ] - As a son of Ate, the goddess of illusions, Wynn has been gifted the ability to create illusions around himself and others as long as they are next to him, very close to him, or even touching him. He can manipulate what others see, smell, and hear for a short period of time and only a specific range. Once they step out of that range they basically step out of the illusion created. He can also somewhat manipulate himself by disguising his own face or body in an illusion and while it is a nearly perfected ability of his he cannot alter his height or voice. However, he can create the illusion of someone else's voice without having to speak himself but he has to have heard or know that voice. The longer he holds an illusion the more exhausted he gets until it wavers and disappears.
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.
