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.
There were occasions that the dreams would come, dreams that he woke up from upset every time. Dreams of his half sister, Cecily. It seemed ages since he had seen her last, Hades she had been extremely little still when he had left. Yet he still thought of her often, wondered what might have happened with her, wondered if she was safe. So often the dreams would come of her, a little girl with long dark hair that fell down her back and eyes the color of the ocean. Any time he had those dreams the next day he tended to train harder than ever. He had gone on a long run that morning and doing so had missed breakfast. So, going back the mess hall he grabbed an apple before heading towards the training arena. He was going to get in some sparring practice with one of the dummies, get out some of that pent up energy.
Grabbing his spatha he was heading that way when he was plowed into by a younger camper. She dropped her sword and he looked down at it then to her. " Everyone has them, having one myself. That blade is way too big for you. Who gave you that one?" he frowned a little and grabbed it, it was way too heavy for the small frame of the girl. " Come on, lets get you a proper blade hmm?" he took a bite out of his apple and lead her back to the armory. Putting the one she had been using away, as well as his own, he glanced around. " Mmmkay, lets see here." he held his hand up to measure how tall she was, teasing her a little bit as he did. " Short, tiny...." he looked at her arms, " Definitely can not hold that heavy of blade."
He smiled at her, " Im only teasing, but we will find you the right blade. I'm Branson by the way." he took another bite of the apple then tossed it away, as his eyes searched the inventory. ' Ah, here we go." he grabbed a smaller, lighter blade and held it out to her. " Try this one, see if it suits you better." she was so small framed that this one was much lighter, shorter and easier for her to use. " I'll help you train if you want. I have been at this for a long time." he couldn't get past the fact that there was something about this girl that he could not quite put his finger on. Something that was making him feel like he knew her. Though that would be insane. She was greek after all, not Roman, and there was no way he could have possibly known who she was. Right?
Bran grinned at her, the idea of switching places semi appealing. For the longest time when they were in the camp together he had a huge crush on the brunette girl, but other than a lot of harmless flirtation on his part at least, he had kept the crush part to himself. To be fair, Bran had a lot of crushes over his years, but she was always fun because anything he gave her she would easily throw right back at him. Tonight was no different. His blue eyes sparkled as he looked her over. " Would you? I don't know that I'm exactly the college kid type Torres. You might fail every class if I took over for you." he chuckled and tilted his head at her, " Its weird seeing you all studenty. I just never saw you as the type to be able to sit still for a class."
When she hugged him he picked her up and spun her in a circle before placing her back gently on the rocks. " Eh, it was definitely worth it. How else was I going to see my favorite woman?" he teased her and ruffled her hair. He loved to tease Ruby, but he also knew when to stop. She was a very powerful demigod and he was not about to mess with her. Though he would never go too far. He always let her take the lead and if she started to seem uncomfortable, he knew when to stop. That was a lot of what he really liked about her. She was no nonsense, but she was also as much of a troublemaker as he was. When the two of them were together it was a disaster good time waiting to happen. She made him laugh, and that was what he loved about her.
Before she could do anything about it, he picked her up so she was over his shoulder, grabbed her bag and carried her off to a large, flat boulder that they had sat on in the past when he would sneak out. Though he had gotten caught the last time, Morrigan giving him a good screaming and sending him back to the Cohort. Kitchen duty for a week after that but he was fine with that, just meant he didn't have to do any of the other crappy jobs he normally would have. He sat down, sat her next to him and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. " Hmm camp gossip, camp gossip." he thought it over as he set her bag down next to them.
" Well I'm sure you heard about Morrigan, stabbed by Kadence. It was an accident from what I was told, when she was having a vision or something. So that's a big thing. She's in the infirmary in a weird coma." he moved his arm from around her and clasped his hands in front of him, leaning on his knees as he looked over at her. " All the greeks is a thing too. I hear a couple of the romans are getting pretty chummy with them. Castor you know, the centurion from three? He was seen with one of them ." he chuckled. Not that he would turn down a greek, Hades he barely turned down anyone, but he did have standards, well, low standards but standards all the same.
there were times that he didn't mind that he had to do guard duty, and those were the ones where when he was done he could sneak off to the Lake in New Rome and just get away from the cohort for a bit. Not that he minded the people in the cohort, but sometimes you wanted a little time to function outside of a group. Most children of Jupiter would avoid the water, but not Bran. He actually enjoyed going down to the lake, it calmed him down. That in itself said a lot about it, Branson was one of the hardest people to get to stay still for more than two minutes time, but the lake was mesmorizing to him. Something about how the water looked like a mirror at times, it was pretty. [break][break]
Tonight though, it looked like black glass just so very flat and he couldn't help himself. Grabbing a flat stone he skipped it across the water, little ripples from each skip crossed the surface of the lake. A smirk crossed his lips and he picked up another one, sailing it across the waters surface. He grinned and sat down on the rocks, just letting the night air cool his fevered skin. He had gone for a run after his duty was up, attempting to try to run out the energy that as usual was coursing through his veins. He could probably go to the training areas but that was just too boring and typical. He wanted to get away from the norm. He debated sneaking down to one of the clubs and dancing the night away, though it was harder to get away with that. [break][break]
Stretching out his legs in front of him he hummed to himself as he held his hand out, boredom getting to him so he let little sparks dance across his palm. It was a waste of power really, but when you were Branson, you had an over abundance of energy anyway that you needed to spend. Hearing rocks crunch he looked up quickly, extinguishing the sparks as he turned to that direction. Spying the source he smiled a little cheekily, " Well well, if it isn't Miss Retired. How goes things in New Rome?" he teased her gently, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
A mess. That was probably one of the best ways to describe Bran. Full of energy, he always seems to be practically vibrating on the spot. It's hard to keep him in one place for too long, he just doesn't like to stand still for too long, thinking if he does he would just grow bored and then that would get him into even more trouble. A flirt. Oh yes, that is probably one of the biggest identifying characteristics of the young centurion. He never knows when to turn off the charm, so much so that if you didn't now better, you would think he was a son of Venus, not Jupiter. Though when you thought about it, Jupiter was a pretty charsimatic thing himself, how else did he have so many children over the ages? Bran doesn't even discriminate, guy, girl, doesn't matter, he will flirt with whoever. Tempermental as well, he can be a little hot and cold depending on the situation. He just can't ever slow down.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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He never knew his mother, only that she was in a bad accident shortly after he was born. Raised by his Uncle Vladimir, Branson was always a handful from day one. The kid could not sit still and Vlad ended up hiring a nanny just to keep up with the little monster. He was very good at getting his way though, even from the nanny. Extra snacks, a new toy from the store, anything he asked for he tended to get. Though he was a lonely child, and never really knew where he belonged. He wouldn't really figure that out until he was ten, when he wandered off and found himself lost in the woods. His uncle had had enough at that point, never really wanting to be a parent, and said nothing to anyone about the missing child. This of course, angered Jupiter, and Vlad mysteriously disappeared. [break][break] The boy would find his way to the great wolf Lupa, and it was under her tutelage that he found himself, found who he really was and ended up at Camp Jupiter. He found out more about himself there, who is father was, what he could be, and he was placed into the first cohort where he truly belonged. Son of Jupiter. How crazy was that? He was trying to figure out more about what that could mean the more time he spent there. There were other children of Jupiter, his half siblings at camp, and they were able to help him to understand more about himself, his powers, and the things that he could do and were expected of him. [break][break] Bran loved camp, he loved the way he was able to learn so much, but mostly he loved finding out that he really could fit in somewhere. The boy became a huge flirt the older he got, realizing that he liked both sexes, though he kept that quiet until he was sixteen, then he stopped hiding it. Luckily, it was recieved well, and he felt like he could still truly be himself and no one would judge him for it. Judgement was for the battle field. Somewhere he found he excelled. The sword was like an extension of himself, but he actually favored the lance. So, he tended to use both, just dependent upon his mood that day. [break][break] On his eighteenth birthday a gift arrived in a small box, there was no note, but the symbol of Jupiter was embossed on a card that just said, Use it well he was shocked but opened the box, the steel blue and gold ribbon falling to the floor when he saw what lay inside. He was confused at first, but as he pulled the leather and gold band out of the box and placed it on his wrist he noticed the buttons on the side of it. When he pushed one, the band transformed into a gladius, a small piece on the blade when pushed made it turn back into the band. When he pushed the other button, a lance appeared in his hand. Bran was over the moon excited by all of it, and he said a short prayer of thanks to his father, assuming that was where it had come from. [break][break] It never was off his wrist unless he was showering after that, ensuring that he never lost it. A couple of years later, he was promoted to centurion of the first cohort, something he had never expected to have. He thought he was too much of a pain in the butt to end up in that position, yet he found himself there anyway. He was honored to be given such responsibility, and hopes to live up to what is expected of him.
WEAPON: Branson has a magical leather and gold band that can switch between a gladius and a lance, depending on which button he pushes, he rarely takes the band off and keeps it on his person or near at all times.
[break][break]POWERS:
[break][break]Atmokinesis: his father is the god of the skies. he has absolute control over the weather, but Bran tends to favor thunderstorms. When he is in a terrible mood, they tend to end up just, popping up out of nowhere. It has happened where Bran has lost control of his temper and accidently caused a thunderstorm that his siblings have to try to help him control. [break][break] Electrokinesis: He has some control over both static and celestial electricity. Though he tends to try to avoid using it, not wanting to accidently black out all of New Rome if hes not careful. Part of having these powers are that Bran just is always on edge, kind of jumpy at times, and always having to be as in control of himself as he can be, which is not exactly easy.
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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.
