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","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid tried and unfortunately failed to accurately gauge Mateo's reaction to her concession, but judging by the silence from the other demigod she must have evoked some reaction with her frankly uncharacteristic behavior. The daughter of Victoria had several ideas as to how she'd gradually chip away at the other demigod's ever-present sense of nonchalance, but she certainly wasn't going to show all of her cards at once--that'd be a terrible show of good sportsmanship. Regardless of Mateo's reaction, the blonde pushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, her hand grazing her piercing once again as she feigned thinking of more attainable goals to pursue for the time being.[break][break]
While Mateo stewed in his own silence, Hawke examined the leather jacket she now possessed for the time being. It was certainly worn, well-loved even if the son of Laverna wanted to act like he didn't care for it. The back had his name carefully sewn into it and, if Astrid hadn't known better, she would have asked if it had been done by his mother. Despite not really caring about much else in the six years the blonde had known Mateo, she didn't really know anything about his family with the exception of his godly parentage. Seeing as the Centurion highly doubted the other demigod could sew, she decided it wasn't worth the trouble to even ask.[break][break]
The blonde quirked an eyebrow, "Oh, you don't think it'd look better if it hugged me just a bit more snugly?" she quipped, "It does get pretty cold at night, you wouldn't want me to freeze, would you?" she elaborated, electing to ignore the comment about how attractive it would look, that could be deliberated on later, it wasn't worth her time right now at least. Honestly shrinking the jacket would probably do him some good as well, he was entirely missing all of what he could gain by having to break the leather back in.[break][break]
Astrid brought a hand to her chest in mock offense, "I cannot believe you'd insinuate that I'm being suspicious right now." she replied, "I'm being quite serious, you bested a child of Victoria and the only suitable reward for that is a crown of laurel leaves." The blonde elaborated. Well...she supposed he had a point that the one time she had used it as a garrote it had accidentally and inadvertently poisoned him, but she hadn't expected the idiot to ingest it--it hadn't been her fault he'd opened his mouth. "I don't think the healers would forgive me if I had to bring you in for poisoning you again." Hawke pointed out, "Besides that was a complete accident, I had only meant to choke you a little bit not poison you." she added as though attempting to choke him had been a nobler cause at the time. "To prove I'm not intending to hurt you, you can put on the crown yourself." Usually laurel crowns were bestowed, but in a show of good faith the daughter of Victoria set the crown on the other demigod's lap, backing up with her palms raised for good measure.[break][break]
To further demonstrate her peaceful intentions, the blonde backed away from his bunk and grabbed Mateo's jacket from where she had set it down, and held it between her knees while she removed the tank top she had over her sports bra before putting it on. There was no sense in adding more layers when Camp was always warm, and the jacket would certainly add to making her far too hot otherwise. The jacket was comfortable, she had to admit. Hawke was mildly self-conscious about her navel piercing, but she'd certainly overheat if she didn't leave the jacket unzipped so the jewelry would have to remain on display. Astrid couldn't remember if Mateo had seen the piercing before, but it was a bit too late to be worrying about that now.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Clearly, making a suggestion of silence had gone well, as that seemed to have shut Mateo up for the time being. Of course, this left Astrid with far too much of it to be left alone with her own thoughts, and those consisted of wondering how this rivalry between the two of them had even gotten to this point in the first place, followed by recognizing the clear signs of two very different people. The son of Laverna was always so easygoing and able to shrug off everything while the daughter of Victoria obsessed over detail, constantly scrutinizing herself and her actions, even days after the fact. The worst part was Mateo knew this, and Astrid knew damm well he'd use it against her because she couldn't help taking the bait, and today was certainly no exception.[break][break]
In all honesty, Hawke had more than enough money to replace the hoodie, but that didn't stop her from wanting Mateo to be held accountable for his transgression. The Centurion knew he wouldn't care either way no matter the consequences, but that certainly hadn't stopped her from wanting to enact them. Clearly, a new strategy had to be tried if she was to get any sort of personal justice out of the matter. "You know what? I think you might be right." The blonde conceded, hopefully that statement, in general, had been enough to give the other demigod pause--she certainly hadn't ever admitted to the other demigod that he was right about something. "I need to try for more attainable goals and then work myself up to something that monumental." she admitted candidly, she wouldn't get what she wanted from him in Denarii or a new hoodie, but she was sure she could figure out something that would bother even Mateo little by little.[break][break]
Once again, Mateo had been right, Astrid was just trying to use any possible implication she could find to rile him up and failing miserably at it. "It was worth a try." the blonde admitted with a shrug. To be fair Camp Jupiter was full of gossips, but several people were at least marginally aware of their tendency and habit of antagonizing each other. The Centurion certainly hadn't expected him to throw his jacket at her, she just barely reacted quickly enough to stop it from dropping to the floor, though with the condition it was in he likely wouldn't have minded. At this point, Mateo was treating her as a coat rack, entirely unnecessary really. Judging by the smell of the leather he certainly hadn't been lying about not having washed it. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of it, the smell will come right out." Hawke responded with another fake smile, for once the unfortunate accident she had caused when trying to help her father with laundry when she was a child would come in handy. Who knew she'd need to shrink leather again so many years later?[break][break]
"You know, I think you deserve something for all your hard work today." The blonde decided, placing the hoodie and jacket on a nearby bunk for a moment. "I mean you've been so generous and helpful, it'd be rude of me as a Centurion to leave you without a reward." Hawke elaborated, moving her attention away from the shirtless demigod to focus on her hands as she constructed a laurel wreath using her powers, her blue eyes intently following the leaves sprouting from her fingertips and weaving the foliage together to form the shape of a crown more or less the size of Mateo's head. "A symbol of Victory for all the camp to see, I'd say you've earned it." the daughter of Victoria finished, offering the wreath to the other demigod. Astrid would place it on his head herself if she wasn't sure of him pulling something stupid in response. It'd be in poor taste for Mateo to refuse the gift however, especially considering she had created the wreath just for him.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid really could have likely gotten away with more than just tackling Mateo, after all he had stolen something from her so it wasn't as though she didn't have cause to do so, but she didn't feel like injuring the other demigod would bring her any more satisfaction in this particular situation. The blonde was sure the son of Laverna would be updating his asinine tally system that had irritated her to no end back when her bunk was adjacent to his. Hawke would never admit it to Mateo, but she always felt a bit of pride whenever tally marks were added to her side of the scoreboard, the validation had always been nice, not to mention how often she tended to be ahead.[break][break]
The daughter of Victoria rolled her eyes again at the younger demigod's comment, "Sometimes silence is better, Kerčić." the blonde responded, unclenching her fists and sitting up so she was no longer hunched over the other demigod, "You should try it sometime." she added with a fake smile. Just because she was cornered by her own failings now didn't mean she wouldn't find a way out of the predicament they had landed her in.[break][break]
Hawke stretched as subtly as possible as Mateo picked himself up, the consequences of tackling the taller demigod would certainly bite her in the gluteus maximus if she didn't at least attempt to lessen the soreness that would emerge from her impulse decision. Of course it was easy for Mateo to get up, nothing seemed to faze him from the general easygoing vibe he always seemed to possess. "Then I guess you'll be receiving the invoice for the replacement I buy." Astrid replied with a shrug, he could pay her back in Denarii or chores but he wasn't going to get off the hook for ruining her hoodie.[break][break]
The blonde watched as the other demigod removed the hoodie, her eyes lingering on his bare chest for only a moment before she realized how disgusted she was that he had worn it without a shirt underneath. Hawke caught the thrown article of clothing easily, her reflexes acting before she had even thought about doing so. Astrid's nose wrinkled in disgust, the hoodie had smelled of his sweat, though for some reason it wasn't as offensive an odor to her nose as she had expected. Pushing...whatever that was aside, the Centurion's expression morphed into a grin as she realized what Mateo having worn her hoodie to train implied. "So what you're saying is that you walked around camp and trained in a hoodie with my last name on it, did I get that right?" she asked, though it was more rhetorical than anything.[break][break]
"People will think we're dating with a move like that, I mean stealing my clothes? What a way to announce to such a thing to the entire camp." The demigod continued, the son of Laverna had wanted a witty comeback and it seemed that little comment was now biting him in the gluteus maximus. "Between you wearing my hoodie and if anyone saw me straddling you just now?" she elaborated, her left hand now fidgeting with her industrial piercing as she spoke, "Word travels quickly, Kerčić." The Centurion began making her way to the front of Mateo's bunk now, she had to see his reaction to this one.[break][break]
"You know what? Maybe I should start stealing your clothes and wearing them too." she suggested, blue eyes trained on the other demigod. "I recall that you've got a particularly nice jacket that would look amazing on me, maybe I'll start wearing it to Centurion meetings and see what everyone else thinks." Hawke offered, "I mean really, Mateo, if you wanted to go on a date, you should have just asked." she finished, what else could this charade have been otherwise? Regardless, the ball was in Mateo's court, and Astrid couldn't wait to see just how he'd play.[break][break]
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[attr="class","ilikeyoufoottext"]TAGS: Mateo Kerčić [break] WORDS: 653 [break] NOTES : shoutout to no sleep for some of this dialogue
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] It was just like Mateo to not even have the dignity to respond to what Astrid was saying. Sure her remark may not have been entirely true, but the silence and lack of banter from the other demigod just put the Centurion on edge. Silence never implied anything good, and in Mateo's case, it was usually something that would negatively impact her. The worst part was the blonde couldn't reply to herself without looking like an idiot so she had no choice but to just drop that portion of the conversation, if you could even really call it that, in an effort to avoid looking as such.[break][break]
In a move that was all too expected. the son of Laverna hadn't had any useful input regarding the location of her hoodie outside the confines of the barracks, it wasn't his problem after all and it was unusual that he had even offered to help her after she accused him in the first place. Of course, everything made sense after Hawke had caught sight of the other demigod walking away, Kerčić knew exactly what he had been doing the entire time, and he had almost gotten away with it because she was too focused to have noticed the Blackhawks logo on his chest.[break][break]
The Centurion's reaction may have been a bit rash, but really Mateo deserved being stuck in the position they were currently in. But he was laughing as though he hadn't stolen the blonde's favorite hoodie and wasn't currently trapped beneath her, though she was sure he could easily remedy that predicament if he tried, assuming he cared enough. Astrid met Mateo's statement with a huff, her ponytail hanging down past the side of her face and toward's Mateo's. "Just...shut up!" the daughter of Victoria replied, her hands balled into fists. She was too upset to think of anything better and the worst thing was he was right and she refused to admit it. It should have been easy to notice that he was wearing the hoodie, but she let him lead her on like an idiot.[break][break]
Hawke couldn't just leave it there though, she couldn't let herself be defeated by his stupid smug grin, "I'm going to stand up, and after I stand up you're going to take off my hoodie." she finally stated, struggling a bit to keep her voice level. "That hoodie was a gift from my father, and if it's as stretched as I think it is, you're going to use your next little excursion out of the camp to buy me a new one, and maybe I won't put you on stable duty." The blonde added as she carefully removed herself from her position on top of the taller demigod, fixing her ponytail as she got up and hoping to the gods that none of the rest of the cohort particularly cared about this...whatever this had been.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid rolled her eyes as Mateo yawned, he likely hadn't done a fracking thing all day while the rest of the camp was productive. She knew there was no point in giving him a lecture he'd been given plenty of times before, he'd never learn anyway, this was proof of that. The shorter demigod instinctively straightened her spine as the other stood, wanting to correct the feeling of a loss of power with him now towering over her to little success. The son of Laverna running his hand through his hair was a bit distracting, at first, but Hawke had more important things to focus on, namely locating her hoodie.[break][break] "Sleeping all day does tend to impair observation skills, doesn't it?" The blonde pointed out. The younger demigod certainly wasn't on her shortlist for people that could adequately defend the Cohort in the event of an invasion, she'd honestly likely trust someone from one of the other cohorts over him at this point. The daughter of Victoria scoffed, "If anyone here is compensating it's not me," the blonde commented, sparing a quick glance back over her shoulder. "you're the one with the hair obsession here." she pointed out. While hair may not have been Mateo's primary concern, it was an easy target considering how often it seemed to be styled, it even somehow looked good now just after he got out of bed.[break][break] The demigod sighed as she went through her hoodies one more time, plenty of others but not the one she was looking for. "Then it must be somewhere else in camp, hoodies don't just...disappear." she reasoned, her nose scrunching up again as she tried to think of where she may have inadvertently left it, her ADHD did tend to make her a bit forgetful at times to be fair. Astrid rolled her eyes as Mateo decided he'd go back to napping, "Yeah," she began, dropping the sleeve of the hoodie she had been checking last as she turned towards the other demigod, "thanks for the hel-" Hawke cut her statement short as she realized exactly what Mateo was wearing, her last name and father's jersey number spread across his back.[break][break] A shouted "Kerčić!" was the only warning before Astrid sprinted ahead of the taller demigod, cutting him off with a tackle that ended in the blonde inadvertently straddling the other demigod, her blue eyes glaring daggers. "You had my hoodie the entire time you gluteus maximus." she accused, "You've probably stretched it with your stupid big shoulders and biceps." Hawke complained with a frown. Mateo had done a lot of things to piss Astrid off, but this likely took the cake. It was bad enough she hadn't noticed he was wearing a 'Hawks hoodie in the first place, she felt so stupid, both for not noticing and for trusting the other demigod in the first place.[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid wasn't sure whether Mateo had been sleeping all day or had simply taken a nap, but she didn't find it surprising in the slightest that he had been asleep considering he typically had nothing better to do unless it involved antagonizing her. The blonde rolled her eyes at the other demigod's comment, "It's late enough in the day that you already should have been awake, did you even get up this morning, or have you just been lying in bed all day?" she questioned, she certainly wouldn't put it past him to neglect his legionnaire duties in favor of sleeping all day, something she didn't have the luxury of doing.[break][break]
Hawke scrunched her nose at the patronizing statement, but another set of eyes would help her find it, perhaps she was wrong for once, and the son of Laverna hadn't been the perpetrator. "Hanging on my bunk post as always," she replied, "not like there's a better place in the Cohort to keep it from getting wrinkled." the daughter of Victoria pointed out. It was likely a mistake to accept Mateo's help, but not being able to find the hoodie was honestly making her a bit anxious--it was a gift from her father just before she left for camp. The guilt if she lost it would likely be too much to handle, but that was assuming she had lost it.[break][break]
"I suppose we should start over there," Astrid offered, nodding towards her bunk as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, her hand brushing the silver arrow industrial piercing as she did so. "I'm going to assume that you haven't seen anyone near my bunk, or you would have mentioned that by now." the demigod added, more of a thinly veiled threat than an actual question directed towards Mateo, if he had that information it'd be smart for him to tell her now rather than later. All she really wanted at this point was to wash up so she wasn't in her workout clothing anymore, but she couldn't do that without finding her hoodie first.[break][break]
In a last-minute thought, Hawke made an effort to reach her bunk before Mateo did, abusing the speed she inherited from her mother for just a moment. She couldn't recall if she had remembered to tidy it after looking for the hoodie initially and for whatever reason anxiety bubbled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of him seeing her living space messy, though she supposed she'd feel that way towards anyone seeing her space. Regardless, she quickly fixed anything that looked out of place and hoped that the barely awake demigod hadn't noticed. "I don't know about you," she began, her blue eyes searching her space to triple check if she had missed it, "but I don't see my hoodie anywhere."[break][break]
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid leaned against one of the structural supports as Claire finished up the maneuver she had been working on. Even just having seen the end of the other demigod's practice, it was clear she was a child of Mars based solely on the precision and handling of the weapon. "Might as well be doing something productive if you've got nothing else to do." the blonde agreed, she often took time between meetings to practice archery finding it helped her regain focus. Today she just needed to take her mind off of things, and melee weapons were the perfect way to achieve that goal.[break][break]
The daughter of Victoria nodded in agreement, "Too many obligations tends to do that to you." she pointed out, "Centurion duties certainly keep me busier than I used to be, especially with the refugees from the Greek camp." Hawke commented. "That's actually why I came out this way," the demigod admitted, "I needed something a bit more aggressive than archery for some stress relief." she explained, gesturing to the sheathed Spatha resting on her hip. "I'd offer to spar with you, but I'm going to assume you don't want to get stabbed--usually practice dummies are more into that kind of thing." Astrid added, in any other situation she'd spar but stress relief for her usually involved nearly destroying whatever she was taking her stress out on.[break][break]
"Enough about boring Centurion business though, how have you been?" The blonde asked, with Claire's messenger position it was rare that Astrid saw her for more than a few moments at a time. Hawke didn't ever really have the time or a reason to visit the Third Cohort, too busy keeping the Fourth in line so she only really ever talked to Castor at meetings and that was the extent of her socialization. Of course, she seemed to be making up for that now, she really needed better inter-cohort relations in general, outside of the Centurions.[break][break]
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[attr="class","ilikeyoufoottext"]TAGS: Claire M. Williams [break] WORDS: 332 [break] NOTES :
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid had a long day today, rather than the usual camp business being discussed at the Centurion meetings, they were preparing for the arrival of displaced Greeks from across the country. The daughter of Victoria knew that meant they'd soon have more demigods than they could feasibly house, and, from what she knew, the Greeks weren't nearly as disciplined as they were. This meant likely chaos and strained relations between the two camps until the Greeks got used to the way things were at Camp Jupiter. The situation was stressing the blonde out a bit more than she would have liked, which meant she needed to relieve her stress before it put her in a foul mood.[break][break]
The best stress relief, of course, was stabbing things. Repeatedly. Hawke had always been more of a ranged fighter, preferring her bow to any melee weapons, but sometimes you just needed some personal time with a Spatha to work out your frustrations. There was no sense in heading all the way back to the Fourth Cohort to retrieve her personally assigned Spatha, so the demigod resolved to borrow one from the armory for a bit in order to save herself some time.[break][break]
As she passed through the Ludus Magnus, Astrid noted Claire, one of the Legionnaires from the Third Cohort tinkering with her weapon--not surprising for a daughter of Mars. The Centurion resolved to check in with the other demigod if she was still there when she emerged from the armory, there no sense bothering someone that looked busy. After a bit of searching, Hawke found a Spatha that felt balanced enough that she could use it proficiently for some quick stress relief, exactly what she had needed.[break][break]
As the blonde exited the armory, she noticed Claire had still been hanging around in the Ludus Magnus, now using a spear rather than the dagger that the daughter of Mars usually had with her. The two hadn't talked much in a while, but Claire had arrived at Camp a couple of years after Astrid had. Keeping a respectable distance, as in far enough that she wouldn't immediately be shish-kebabed, Astrid approached the other demigod. "So," she began, her blue eyes trained on the movement of the spear, "do all Mars kids just hang out in the Ludus all day, or just you?" she questioned, sheathing the Spatha she had borrowed from the armory.[break][break]
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[attr="class","ilikeyoufoottext"]TAGS: Claire M. Williams [break] WORDS: 399 [break] NOTES :
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] Astrid had been in a particularly good mood today, everything went smoothly with her Centurion duties, she got in some archery practice between meetings and had finished those up early enough to get a workout session at the Palaestrae in. This meant she had the rest of the day free, and the opportunity for her to change into some casual clothes that weren't camp issued, or reeking of sweat. According to the schedule for this season her dad had given her, there was a Blackhawks game today which meant she needed her hoodie for luck, as was her tradition. While there was no way to watch the game from Camp, Hawke always wore either her jersey or hoodie on game days to support her dad, the only exception to this was if she was on official camp business, and that was done for the day.[break][break]
The plan had been to stop back at the fourth cohort to retrieve a change of clothes, and then make her way to the tepidarium to wash up and be game ready before dinner at the mess hall. The barracks were mostly empty, seeing as most of her cohort had duties or lives outside of staying inside all day, or at least she hoped that was the case. Anyone in the cohort could tell which bunk was Astrid's, decorated in Laurel leaves and her hoodies hanging off the top posts it was clear this was the Daughter of Victoria's. The demigod's expression and mood quickly soured when she realized one of her hoodies was missing, however, and of course, it was the one that she currently needed. With her last name and dad's jersey number on the back, it was pretty clear to anyone that the hoodie was hers, and plenty had seen her wearing it on other game days. It seemed there was a thief in the Fourth Cohort, and Astrid knew exactly who she expected.[break][break]
Putting her things down on the bunk with a sigh, the blonde glanced around the barracks for the perpetrator, assuming he hadn't gone far if he was taking her things again. It looked like Mateo was in his bunk, likely waiting to trip someone based on his past habits. Hawke strode across the barracks with purpose, she wasn't quite pissed just yet, but it was clear that she wasn't very happy with the situation. Astrid crossed her arms as she approached the other demigod, "Kerčić, if you took my hoodie I swear to the gods I'll put you on stable duty for the rest of the month." she threatened, her blue eyes glaring at the younger demigod. If it were anyone else, the Centurion wouldn't be quite as harsh but Mateo wasn't above screwing with her just because he wanted to. For now, she had the high ground in this confrontation...at least until Mateo stood up.[break][break]
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[attr="class","ilikeyoufoottext"]TAGS: Mateo Kerčić [break] WORDS: 478 [break] NOTES : let me know if i need to change anything!
[attr="class","name"][attr="style","background-color:#52b68e;"]DAUGHTER OF VICTORIA
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Basic Information
Fourth Cohort
Centurion
Seventh Year Camper
Daughter of Victoria
Born February 21st, 1998
Appearance
Astrid stands at an average height with a slim and athletic physique. She has light blue eyes and long blonde hair that is typically pulled into a ponytail or braided and frames her face. She has a navel piercing that’s typically blue but she will swap the jewelry to coordinate with her outfit. She has an industrial piercing is in her left ear, and is always a stylized arrow, she takes it out for any physical activity that requires her to wear a helmet.
Despite the warm weather in camp, Hawke is often found wearing a Blackhawks hoodie with her dad's jersey number (42) and last name on the back over her Camp t-shirt.
Astrid has a shallow scar on her cheek from her journey to camp that isn't noticeable unless you're actively looking for the blemish.
Headcanons
When bored, Astrid will use her laurel leaf manipulation ability, usually resulting in flower crowns for herself or whoever she's with, or decorations usually covering the table during Centurion meetings.
Assuming there are no other pressing matters, Astrid tries to meet up with her dad when the Blackhawks are playing the Sharks if she can.
Astrid frequently keeps granola bars and Gatorade in a gym bag she usually has with her and will offer the snacks to other campers.
Astrid plans on getting a real tattoo (aka not a Legion tattoo) at some point, though she has yet to decide on a design or placement.
Astrid has certainly made friends in seven years at camp, though who they are I have yet to determine. She's very much a "ride or die" friend and will defend those she's closest to. The only thing that gets in the way of friendship for her is competition.
That being said, let me know if you think you've got a friend for Astrid.
Whether it's a serious enemy or just a rivalry, Astrid is sure to have pissed off quite a few people in life with the way she tends to carry herself. She knows she won't be liked by everyone and can live with that.
Rivalries
Mateo Kerčić - Mateo arrived to Camp Jupiter a year after Astrid had and their conflicting personalities have caused many clashes between the two. They've frequently engaged in both physical and verbal confrontations, common enough that the healers won't help if either of them injure the other.
Enemies
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[attr="class","tempcredits"]CRAFTED BY ALISHA OF ADOXOGRAPHY
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Athazagoraphobia-fear of being forgotten or ignored.
Melissophobia-fear of bees
Thanatophobia-fear of death/losing loved ones
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Dreams[break][break] Astrid has always wanted to be a professional hockey player, just like her dad, and she aspires to be the first woman on an NHL team.[break][break]
Overall[break][break]
Friends[break][break]
Astrid is very open around close friends, she’s often sarcastic--a trait she picked up from her father, but friends know she doesn’t mean anything malicious. If Hawke could be summarized, she’d be wahat many mortals call a “ride or die” friend. This can cause...issues, for lack of a better term, when others threaten her friends as she will be fiercely protective of them. Astrid places all of her trust in her friends, and will do whatever she can to help them. However, if placed in a competition with any of her friends, her innate need and desire to win will outrank her friendships (monopoly gets really intense).[break][break]
Mortal Parent[break][break]
Astrid has a lot in common with her father. Despite the fact that her competitiveness primarily comes from her mother, her father is just as competitive as a pro hockey player and has nurtured Astrid’s competitive side whether he intended to do so or not. These traits are likely what caused her mother to fall in love with him, what’s more appealing to a goddess of Victory than an athlete who excels in her domain? Hawke’s father has a sarcastic nature, which influenced Astrid greatly, shaping her sense of humor and dry wit.[break][break]
Fellow Legionnaires[break][break]
To other legionnaires at Camp Jupiter, Astrid...well Astrid probably seems like a bit of an fracker. Not that she means to be, but her sarcastic nature can come off as such, or at least make her seem a bit cold. Figures of authority know her to be respectful, always following orders/instructions to the word as a result of her experience on sports teams--you can’t get anywhere in life without knowing there’s a time and a place for certain behaviors. However, Hawke will snark back if she believes a superior has gone out of line and is requesting something unreasonable or unnecessary that will negatively impact either her own or the cohort’s (or her team’s) efficiency.[break][break]
Good Days[break][break]
On good days, Astrid is very active, similar to a ball of energy that can’t be contained. She’s at her best, armed with witty responses and a sly smile, she glides through her day with ease, making the most of it. Her interactions with others are generally with the intent of helping them with whatever they’re doing or just positive interactions in general. On days like these, Astrid can be found all over camp, doing what is needed of her and beyond.[break][break]
Bad Days[break][break]
On bad days, Hawke shuts down emotionally. This isn’t to say that a minor inconvenience causes this, but something that really upsets her will cause her to shut out everything. She’ll still do what is required of her, such as centurion duties, but she won’t make an effort to socialize beyond what is necessary, nor will she take the initiative to talk to anyone. Hawke will only speak when spoken to, and generally sounds lifeless, as if there’s no meaning behind what she’s saying. On these days, she’ll typically do what is needed then return to her cohort for the rest of the day, taking care of her duties as needed.[break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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MOTHER: Victoria - Goddess of Victory[break] FATHER: Malcolm Hawke[break] HOMETOWN: Milwaukee, Wisconsin[break][break]
Malcolm Hawke had just won the Stanley Cup with his teammates on the Chicago Blackhawks and couldn’t help but feel that they’d been lucky. They had scored the winning goal within the last second of the game and would have lost if not for his seemingly impossible shot. Post-game, Hawke was approached by a beautiful woman named Tori, wearing his jersey no less. One thing led to another and nine months later, Astrid was born.[break][break]
Growing up, Astrid was very much like her mother, even if she didn’t know her. From an early age she was competitive, a trait her father encouraged. Her father enrolled her in gymnastics at four years old followed by ice hockey at five, both at her request as she wanted to be like him. The gymnastics supplemented her hockey skills, giving her agility and flexibility on the ice.[break][break]
At age six, Astrid watched the 2004 Summer Olympics with her father, and decided that she wanted to add archery to her growing list of extracurricular sports. Unsurprisingly she was adept at the sport, able to pick it up easily. That year in school, she also joined the recreation department’s volleyball team, another effect from watching the Summer Olympics.[break][break] Hawke’s life was fairly normal for the most part, her father continued to play for the Blackhawks (despite their residence in Milwaukee) and she continued to excel at her extracurriculars, joining school teams when she was old enough to. School was a bit challenging due to Astrid having ADHD and Dyslexia, but that didn’t stop her from working hard to pass classes along with the assistance of a tutor that specialized in learning disabilities that her father hired.[break][break] By her sophomore year of high school, Astrid was on the Varsity teams for volleyball and ice hockey (it helped that they were opposite seasons), and at this point was doing extremely well in both archery and gymnastics--a result of the time and hard work she put into both sports during the off season. When Hawke turned 16 in 2014, her father gave her a letter that her mother had written when she was born.[break][break] Initially, Astrid couldn’t believe a word of it. The letter detailed that her mother was actually the Roman goddess Victoria, and that she was to go across the country to a place called the Wolf House in California (she googled it out of curiosity and only found that it was the ruin of a mansion originally built by Jack London). Despite her initial disbelief, she realized that every word was true, and discussed the contents with her father, including the portion that implied mortals around her could be in danger. Both agreed that Astrid should finish this year of school, and then she’d make her way to the Wolf House when she was ready.[break][break] Once her sophomore year had wrapped up in mid June, Astrid stayed in Milwaukee for a bit longer to give a proper farewell to her father and friends, and admittedly to still see one of her favorite bands at Summerfest (missing Arctic Monkeys would have been unforgivable). After a couple of weeks into July, Astrid flew from Milwaukee to the California airport closest to the Wolf House in Sonoma Valley with her essentials packed in a backpack and a gym bag containing her archery and hockey gear. The airport was around five hours walking distance, but Astrid was easily able to catch an Uber to a cottage near the Wolf House called Deer Haven, deciding she would hike the rest of the way to the Wolf House rather than pay for entry into the State Park. Although she had no GPS at this point, considering she was now traipsing around in the middle of nowhere with no phone service, Hawke felt a strong pull towards what had to have been her destination and soon arrived at the Wolf House where she found Lupa waiting.[break][break] Despite Astrid’s athletic background, the training and conditioning at the Wolf House was brutal. At the time, she was the only demigod there, and Lupa made sure that she worked her gluteus maximus off daily in order to be in the best condition possible for her journey and arrival to Camp Jupiter. Initially Hawke felt a bit odd being trained by a wolf, but the concept was soon familiar for the daughter of Victoria, and she was determined not to let her mentor down.[break][break] After around six months of training, Lupa deemed Astrid fit to travel to Camp Jupiter. The teen was grateful for her time at the Wolf House but at the same time eager to leave and, no offense to Lupa, talk to someone who wasn’t a wolf. Armed with her bow and quiver, Hawke gathered her belongings and made the perilous day long journey to Camp Jupiter, managing to avoid much conflict aside from a nasty gash on her cheek earned from a fight with a monster she was unable to identify about a mile away from the camp (at least from what her instincts told her). Upon reaching the border of camp, she brandished the letter from her mother which detailed her parentage but was not a formal letter of recommendation. After her injury was treated she was placed in the Fourth Cohort on probatio.[break][break] A few months following her arrival at Camp Jupiter, Astrid was given a quest to assist the Goddess Iris in retrieving her magical thermos in order to enable Iris in fulfilling her duty of serving Nectar to the gods at their potluck in a week. Though it was a bit of a strange request, especially considering Iris was a Greek Goddess as far as Hawke was aware, the daughter of Victoria successfully retrieved the thermos with the assistance of two other demigods from a family of vengeful cyclopes who had previously been denied patronage at the Goddess’ store, Rainbow Organic Foods & Lifestyles. Beating a family of Cyclopes wasn’t easy, but the increased speed from Astrid’s godly parentage combined with the Imperial Gold weapons allowed herself and her companions to defeat the Cyclopes with relatively few injuries.[break][break] By completing the quest for Iris, Astrid moved up in rank from Probatio to Legionnaire and earned her legion tattoos depicting Victoria’s laurel. Despite not going on any quests since then, Astrid dedicated herself to her Cohort and the Legion, her loyalties residing entirely with her new home.[break][break] As the years went on and more lines were added to Astrid’s tattoo, she found herself mentoring the newer members of the Fourth Cohort, not only out of kindness, but in an effort to prove that the Fourth Cohort was just as good, if not better, than the Cohorts above them. After five years at Camp, one of the Centurion positions for the Fourth Cohort was left Vacant due to the previous demigod having left for New Rome after their discharge, and Hawke was offered the position due to her seniority as well as meeting the other eligibility requirements.[break][break]
Astrid has now been at Camp Jupiter for seven years and has been a Centurion for two of them. Though it certainly isn’t what she expected her life would be like if you had asked her ten years ago, she knows this is where she belongs. With the arrival of the Greeks, Hawke has done her best as a Centurion to lead by example as well as help where she can for the new additions to Camp Jupiter.[break][break]
Enhanced Speed: As a daughter of Victoria, Astrid has enhanced speed, and can run faster than children of Mercury as well as other demigods/legacies.
Victory Manipulation:Like her mother, Astrid can influence who will win in a game or sport. Unlike her mother, this influence is not absolute and has a dependency on whether or not what it is being used for has the ability/opportunity to win.
Plant Manipulation: Can grow/manipulate laurel leaves and is restricted to only laurel leaves
SKILLS:
Flexibility/Agility:Astrid has participated in gymnastics since a young age, giving her flexibility and agility.
Archery:Years of practice even before learning of her heritage have made Astrid skilled in archery.
WEAPONS
Imperial Gold Archery Equipment:Astrid has an Imperial Gold Archery set that she commissioned from a child of Vulcan shortly after her initial arrival at camp.
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