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.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The motion of pulling her hood up as quick as she could resulted in her dark curls hanging all over her face. She blew one up before reaching out with one hand, the other holding on tight to the brim of the fabric and securing it in place. Her slim fingers brushed over the curls, carefully tugging them behind her ears and into the hood of the sweater.
Sophie didn’t mean to shriek yet she couldn’t help it because she was simply surprised by the other demigod appearing out of nowhere… or at least that’s what she had thought since she was so preoccupied with admiring the garden and the warmth of the sun. Remaining at the edge of the bench she turned her upper body halfway around, peeking out from under the hood to look at the guy. "Sorry," she mumbled, a short apology for the unholy noise she must have made since she realized he looked surprised as well.
A nervous chuckle escaped her rose-tinted lips, her fingers restlessly fidgeting with the hood. "That makes two of us then," she replied to him when he told her that he didn’t expect anyone to be at the gardens. She didn’t either hence the confusion and surprise. But at least she didn’t feel bad anymore about having seemingly broken into private property. Of course, it made sense that this wasn’t. It was simply part of the Roman camp. She figured that perhaps it was the same as the strawberry fields back at Camp Half-Blood. Not to mention how difficult it would be to keep it private with a bunch of demigods running around.
"I-" she started and paused, biting her lower lip as she tried to decide whether or not she wanted to leave. Perhaps she could stay, the hoodie hopefully hiding all her insecurities for now. "I would like to stay if you don’t mind me lingering around. I just wanted to look at all the plants and herbs that grow here." The brunette listened to him explain about the gardens and that it was sort of a place dedicated to his father. "So you’re a son of Dio- I mean Bacchus? Is it?" she wondered, her brain scrambling to get the mythologies and pantheons right. Sophie was still kind of new, only having arrived at camp a year ago or even less. She didn’t even remember, having lost track of time, especially since the attack happened.
Sophie made sure to not turn around fully. Instead, she only ever looked at him through the fingers that held up the hood in place. Even if he couldn’t see it, be it because he wasn’t even paying attention to her whatsoever, she nodded at his comment about her being Greek. "Yeah… uh- my mom is Circe. But don’t worry. I don’t have a habit of turning men into guinea pigs." A small smile played on her lips, the thought of all the campers she had managed to scare away only using her mother's name popping up in her head.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Sitting felt great. Sophie stretched her arms and legs, the hood of her sweater slipping down but it was fine as long as no one was around. The scar was an obscure one, horrible, ugly. And Sophie thought she didn’t deserve it. She had always been just a plain girl, not like her half-sisters or her stepmother. She had always been treated like she wasn’t anything special… not that she minded. It was fine. She was content with her appearance, her life. There was no need to be beautiful or pretty. She did not deserve this odd feature, screaming abnormality to everyone around her.
Holding out her hand she caught a ray of sunshine, flexing her slim fingers in the light and watching it curiously as it appeared and disappeared between her fingers. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to practice magic, the kind her mother used. Not even those gifts Sophie had been granted. She was so normal unlike other demigods but yet special, despite not the kind of special she would ever have aspired to be.
With a sigh, the daughter of Circe stood, so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize someone else had approached. When the other camper spoke she let out a surprised shriek, pulling in her arms, before taking a step backward and tripping against the bench she had just sat on a moment ago. She plopped right back down on it. Upon realizing that she wasn’t wearing the hood she immediately turned away and slid up the hood of her sweater so it covered most of her face or at least the important part she didn’t want others to see.
Without turning back to the stranger she gave him an awkward wave with her hand. "Hi, umm… this isn’t private property, is it?" Sophie asked, sliding towards the opposite side of the bench and away from the demigod. "I didn’t mean to trespass. I’ll just leave again-" The brunette slowly crept further down the bench until she was sitting on the very edge of it.
The daughter of Circe was currently engaged in a fight against the weight of one of the boxes she was asked, or ordered, to bring over to some fields. She hadn’t really been given any directions but she could feel the magic in the air, a quiet buzzing that made the hairs on her skin crawl. The closer she was the more it lingered in the air, wrapping itself around her like a blanket. A blanket that was slowly growing heavier and heavier… Camp Jupiter seemed to have more of it, at least more than Camp Half Blood had. Perhaps it was the lack of children of Hecate or Circe. There seemed to be an abundance of Trivia kids at the Roman camp.
Sophie had always only been able to feel the magic around her but never to manipulate or summon it. She watched the others do it and she had tried a dozen times herself, but nothing ever happened - not even the smallest of sparks appeared as she snapped her fingers. Tilting back her head, dark waves falling over her shoulders, she looked up at the wards. They were mostly invisible but she could see a blue green hue around the edges as it slowly opened up.
“Wow,” she breathed, focused on what was going on above her rather than what was in front of her. By the time she dropped her gaze back to the front her view was black and her face was met with something soft but it was still hard enough to knock her backwards. The box she carried in her arms sent her off balance and ultimately onto the grassy ground. The contents, lanterns and lights, were scattered around her.
Her eyes found a pair of boots right in front of her. A reflex and probably a habit by now kicked in, and she pulled the hood of her sweater jacket up in an attempt to conceal her face. She very much appreciated the darkness of the evening but better safe than sorry. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t... see you.” Her hands were holding tight on to the hood as she clumsily got back on her feet without using arms - which might have looked a little awkward… or a lot. But she was determined to do it and after a light struggle she stood.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Sophie was dragging herself up the hill, Camp Jupiter turning into a stunning but slightly terrifying view below her. She wasn't sure how she felt about being ushered to yet another safe haven for demigods like her, after barely living at Camp Half-Blood for a year if even. It took time to adjust and now she had to get used to yet another place, another system, other people. It didn't bother her much but leaving her cabin behind, where she had collected so many herbs and potion ingredients, left a bitter aftertaste. She wondered if it still existed... or if it was burned and destroyed like most of it.
Fortunately, she had been one of the few that made it out first, mostly because there was no use for her to help protect camp and fight. She wasn't a fighter at all, although she could whack you on the head with a mop which would then result in her feeling bad about it. The struggle!
Doing what she did best, which was avoiding people and just being alone, she managed her way to the gardens, the one on the map named Garden of Bacchus. The daughter of Circe wasn't too familiar with all the lore, or in this case, history and family tree, barely remembering that Bacchus was the Roman version of the Greek god Dionysus. The garden was grand, beautiful, ethereal looking. It was much better than the boring strawberry fields they had back at home, even though Sophie loved the sweet smell of those.
Here, she was greeted by the sweet scent of various flowers. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and joy as she looked at them, unable to decide where to begin. There was an intention behind coming to the gardens. Sophie needed to start her new collection of potion ingredients and having the choice between either the garden or the forest, she chose the safer option. Heavily breathing the young girl sat down on one of the white stone benches, a matching pillar rising into the air on each side of it.
She needed a break first before being able to do anything at all, enjoying the solitude and the beautiful view.
[ KINDHEARTED ] - Friendly, compassionate, kind, polite. That's Sophie's natural state, her common personality if you don't get on her bad side. Even then... it takes quite a lot to do just that. She likes to take care of those around her, those who need help, or those she thinks need help. She's 90% friendly or at least polite most of the time and only ever curses if someone pushes all those buttons. Messy people trigger her almost instantly though.[break][break]
[ CONSIDERATE ] - She's always careful not to cause inconveniences or hurt others, takes care of anyone and every one no matter who they are. She knows when to keep her distance or shut her mouth as she can be quite talkative, babbling on and on about potions and herbs.[break][break]
[ RESERVED ] - Sophie has always been on the shy side, her sisters being the loud and popular ones. She always preferred it that way, since she sees herself as not worthy enough of being paid much attention to. She likes the solitude in her cabin with all her herbs and potions where she can hide away.[break][break]
[ STUBBORN ] - Once Sophie has set herself a goal or anything the like, be it the tiniest desire to achieve something, she makes it a mission to fulfill it. She's utterly determined and won't back out of anything (an argument, a fight, etc.) and refuses simple defeat.[break][break]
[ LOW SELF-ESTEEM ] - Sophie was always being compared to her sisters who were born as beautiful as a flower with skin as smooth as a petal, hair like silk, and lips just the right shade of coral. And then there was Sophie: plain, skinny, dry hair and skin. Never really ugly, but never really pretty. Even though Sophie isn't too bad looking as others have told her she just can't see it and finds herself utterly boring and plain. It's difficult for her to feel confident in her looks and powers, or really, anything.[break][break]
[ IMPULSIVE ] - Although she most of the time feels immediate regret and guilt after acting impulsive and doing something wrong, especially whenever she gets someone else into an iffy situation, she can't help herself. But! She always tries to redeem herself even though it often ends up making situations even worse.[break][break]
[ CLEANING FREAK ] - If there's one thing Sophie hates it's: a mess. She has a great dislike towards messiness and chaos, always feeling the need to tidy up and clean wherever she is or who she is with.[break][break]
At camp since less than a year; CLAIMED[break][break]
Tanner Marigold has always been fascinated with herbs, plants, and the overall concept of using them for medicinal use. He owned an apothecary, a traditional one where he sold all kinds of ingredients for herbal medicine, on the coast of North Carolina. Little did he know that one day Circe herself would step into his store as the Sea of Monsters and her island, on which she lived and ran her spa, were located nearby. [break][break]
On the said day she visited his small store to buy ingredients for her potions. One visit turned into multiple as she was bewitched (ha) by Mr. Marigold. He was just as smitten by her as she was by him and even though Circe at one point was tempted to turn him into a guinea pig she didn't. It was his vast knowledge of plants and herbs that she found to be quite useful. Nine months later Sophie was sitting in front of his door in a basket filled with marigold flowers. [break][break]
During the months Circe had vanished back to her island Mr. Marigold had already found someone new, a young woman with hair as golden as the sun. A year later Lettie was born, two years later Martha followed, both inheriting the strikingly beautiful features of their mother. The same golden hair, the bright blue eyes, the rosy lips, and cheeks. They looked like perfectly crafted porcelain dolls. Sophie had inherited her father's dull brown/red hair, brown eyes, and plain features. She was always compared to her beautiful sisters no matter where they went. At school, at the park, whenever their neighbors visited for dinner.[break][break]
Sophie was able to live quite an ordinary life. She went to school like a normal kid, not receiving much attention from neither mortals nor monsters. Her sisters were always in the spotlight. For some reason, she never minded that much, even got used to it. Instead of being part of the school's drama club or soccer team, she preferred to stay with her dad and work at his apothecary.[break][break]
It was there that she started learning about her dad's craft, his love, his hobby, and his work. He would tell her the story about her mother, and Sophie had known for a while that Fanny wasn't her real mother, although the two of them got along well nevertheless. Her dad's work became hers in no time. After school Sophie found herself in the back of the store, mushing together all sorts of ingredients. One day, a book suddenly appeared out of nowhere, as if someone had put it there on purpose. It didn't look like much at first. A herbal medicine guide, about how to brew teas mostly. Mostly.[break][break]
Sophie attempted one of the more difficult and complex recipes at some point after school while her dad was out to run errands when things went a bit... haywire. The tea started shifting colors, sparkled, smelt oddly sweet to her but it looked... alright? Forgetting about it she set it aside only to return with two pigeons frantically flying around the room and her sisters screaming at them. They told Sophie their boyfriends had both tasted the drink and turned into pigeons. Of course, it sounded ridiculous, but when they went to get help, Circe herself appeared. Laughing at the situation.[break][break]
She reversed the spell, turning the boys back into boys, and wiped the memories of Sophie's sisters upon their return. Circe decided to have a little talk with her daughter over regular tea, explaining just the bare minimum about her heritage. She invited her over to live or work with her at the spa, but of course, Sophie declined, not wanting to leave her dad. Shortly after he passed away after a fatal accident. Fanny Marigold decided to keep the store but only Sophie really worked there, having plans to take it over once she was old enough. Everything seemed to be fine... as fine as it could be that is; when one evening a woman appeared at the store after Sophie had closed already.[break][break]
Sophie told her they were closed and that the woman should come back the next day but the woman didn't budge. Instead, she started mocking Sophie, told her things that made no sense - even after knowing her own mother. She didn't remember much from that night because only a few minutes after the woman had entered the store, Sophie fainted and upon waking up she was alone. The woman was gone but she left her mark, a scar, horrible and ugly, on Sophie's left side of the face. The first time she looked into the mirror and saw herself she only heard herself scream, muttering and praying that this wasn't real. She tried scrubbing it off of her face until the right side was just as red as the scar.[break][break]
One day later Circe appeared, angry and furious. Not at her daughter but at the woman who had dared to put a curse on her - Trivia. Circe didn't say why which Sophie found more than unfair. Her mother only told her she had to leave to camp and find a way to break the curse by herself. There was nothing she could do for her. Circe only gave her a necklace, a golden thread with a ruby crystal shard. Nothing... that could help at all.[break][break]
Begrudgingly, she took it and made the quick trip to Long Island where she found camp with the help of her mother's guide. Although she wasn't the weirdest one of the bunch, she still felt as if she didn't really fit in, hiding her face under a hoodie or a hat most of the time. Fortunately, the cabin she was given was empty. Just when she had made herself somewhat comfortable, Camp Half-Blood was burned to ashes and she was fleeing to another camp, on the other side of the country.[break]
[ EXTREMELY LIMITED MYSTIOKINESIS ] - As a daughter of Circe Sophie has limited abilities to do magic. She can see and sense magic around her but wielding it is mostly done by using potions.[break][break]
[ POTIONS ] - Sophie has a vast knowledge of all sorts of herbs and magic ingredients used to brew potions. Inherited by her mother this is her favorite hobby, as you could say, and she can be found scurrying through the woods and random places to find what she needs. Potions, however, can be as tricky as regular magic, although much easier to work with as the books containing information are easier to find. It's sometimes a bit difficult to get the right amount of ingredients right and oftentimes Sophie's potions end up exploding all over the place.[break][break]
[ TRIVIA'S CURSE ] - Being stuck in a battle between two powerful witches, Sophie was cursed by Trivia in revenge for Circe having cursed her son. She stripped all the beauty away to make her mother pay. Sophie was given a scar, a mix of burns and scorches, that covers half of her face which only fades at night. Despite looking young her body could be compared to that of an old woman. She tires easily and quickly, especially when training. Sophie cannot talk or tell anyone about the curse, if she tries her lips won't move and not even a single word will slip out.[break]
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.
