Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
GHF is the product of the mind of Addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian. this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by Haya to fit the site's concept and needs. most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds. all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners. if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
The buzz around her only continued. She wasn’t a bloodthirsty opponent by any means, she liked the strategy more than anything else when it came to combat. She didn’t go out to cripple or harm, she wanted to disarm and cause them to yield. At least in the ring with others. Even if the others were potentially Romans who apparently had a ton of tension around them about the Greeks. Not that her fellow Greeks had been any better upon arrival. All were worn and on edge in a way. Unsure of what to make of Camp Jupiter and its inhabitants.
The body next to her at first didn’t draw her attention, her eyes tracking the moves in front of her and almost playing a game in her own head on what should be done next or what they were thinking. But once she realized that the owner of said body was looking at her, she peeked at them from the corner of her eye, not quite turning her head completely until she had confirm they were in deeded staring at her. Her head turned more towards him as he spoke, eyes flickering over him as she wasn’t able to place him as at least semi-familiar, which of course lead her to know he was Roman. But that wasn’t what caught her off guard. It was what he said.
Arlo couldn’t have stopped the small laugh that escaped her lips before she settled back into a neutral, yet slightly amused look. “Thanks,” She replied, a slow, soft smile spreading over her face as she turned her face back to the ring. “I just thought this looked good across my back.” It was a joke of course. Axes weren’t seen usually, which was why she had liked them. The weight of it and the surprisingly multi use of the weapon made her lean in their favor. Though she still had an affinity for spears thanks to it being her mothers main one as well. An idea sparked in her head though as she looked back at him, her chin resting on her shoulder. “Want to find out how well I can use it?”
Arlo hadn’t been in Camp Jupiter for long, not that any of the Greek’s really had been. With the day behind them and the feast kicking into gear, she found herself in decent spirits. Even thought there were still not a lot of familiar faces around, at least from Camp HalfBlood, she was starting to recognize the Roman’s who’s camp they currently resided in. Not a lot by any means, but a few. Eating a meal always helped as well, so when she had finished a plate with the other Greek’s, she stood with a cup of what she wished was wine but wasn’t, and made her rounds.
Moving through and taking in the other items around the hall, she would casually move around and take a small dessert here, a piece of fruit there. Her curls bounced with every step that she took. As she walked, she took in the area. It was a habit, something that most other’s got to learn about her as time went on. She observed, she put things together and did her best to try and figure out the puzzle that might lay in front of her. Whether it was if the person in her direct walking path was going to step left or right, would they even notice her? Anything of that sort.
Though as she continued on and spotted the girl sitting by herself, she felt curiosity pull her in more than anything else. Why was she sitting alone? She wasn’t someone she knew, but she was willing to at least give it a go at attempting to be friendly. So, Arlo moved in and took a seat next to her, settling into it to make it known that she planned on being there for a moment instead of just touch and go. She looked over at the redhead with warm eyes and gave a faint smile that just barely lifted her freckled cheeks. “I am so far.” She answered, raising her cup to take a drink of the liquid before turned back to her. “And what about you?” She didn’t want to point out that she had found her sitting alone, but she thought it was a bit obvious by the slight rise in her brows as she looked at her.
She raised both brows at him. ”Such confidence in that.” She said under her breathe as they went on. Orange was starting to become a better idea on him than anything else. Even if it was just to show him that maybe she was one of the newcomers to not underestimate. The more that this interaction was going on though, she found herself quite enjoying his confidence and the smirks that crossed his face. They’d definitely see who came out on top. Maybe he’d guess correctly on the first guess. The chances weren’t absolutely unheard of. It was a decent chance if he just paid attention.
Hearing about New Rome made her think about how he had almost an advantage on a lot of others. “So you’ve always known who you were.“ She guessed. She had learned about her own truly lineage later in life, something that had been completely blindsiding and, well… life altering. The mother she had known growing up wasn’t her birth mother. That hadn’t been turned into a big deal, because as far as Alro cared, she was the mother that was there through it all. Not this one who had left her to try and figure out things as she grew up. Of course, she grew to understand Athena’s part as well. “Gives you a bit of a leg up.”
She had just taken another bite of the crisp apple when he laughed and proceeded to trip right over himself. ‘My dad’. A smirk of satisfaction crossed her features, one that caused her cheeks to burn just a little bit at the fact that he seemed to walk himself right into that one. She mentally ran down the list and crossed off every female goddess that was there and found herself with a much more manageable task. She turned her eyes away from him for a moment, as if to really examine her apple. Of course, she couldn’t help but peek up at him when he seemed to put together his mistake.
A second guess was tossed her way quickly. She turned her hand around that held the apple and held up two fingers for him to see. “Strike two.” She taunted as she stood up, nodding towards the front door once more. Not wanting to completely destroy him in front of all the demigods in the mess hall. To make things a bit more interesting, she tossed out a bit more. “I’m sure I could find you an orange shirt that’ll fit you. A spare if you’d like.” He seemed to roll with her comments so far. “Show me your favorite place here.” She offered, trying to find a place that he found enjoyment at least.
Little Arlo here is miss calm, cool, and collected. She has been told that she is sound, quick on her feet, stubborn, and yet witty. She makes decisions quick for friends when they fumble or have a hard time picking a place.
She recently arrived to Camp Jupiter after a long trek from Camp Half-Blood. She isn’t exactly thrilled to be there but will do her best to fit in and make it known that she is not there to be looked down upon. Her powers and skills fall amongst the following: Telumkinesis, Strategic Skill, and Curses.
friends&family&enemies&lovers -- Friends - She’s not quite sure who she has anymore. There aren’t that many Greek’s who have made it to Camp Jupiter yet, so she always keeps an eye on the horizon for any new comers. Overall, she wouldn’t have a hard time making new friends, coming off as a little cautious at first (and always calculating them with a studious eye), she is usually quick to warm up after a little banter back and forth. Fiercely loyal once you do have her on your side.
-- Family - She's an only child to her mortal parents, though she would be absolutely intrigued to meet her half siblings.
-- Enemies - This would be someone who has hurt her or her friends. She is wickedly protective over those that she has gotten close to. And if someone has done her wrong, she is quick to cut them off.
-- Lovers - Are something that Arlo wouldn’t really know too much about. She had a few flirtations in the past, a stolen kiss here or there, but overall, she hasn’t really dived much into the realm of ‘love’ or ‘lust’.
Why she had entered the Olympics... she wasn’t quite sure. Really she should have just kept her head down and continued to find her place amongst the Roman’s in her temporary home. And yet, it was clear that they were all not very keen to the idea of having Greeks running around their camp. She couldn’t blame them, she’d probably feel the same way if the roles were reversed and they were in her camp. Yet, she wanted something to show that while they were not exactly welcome, that they were equals. Or attempted to be at least. After some conversations with some of her other Greeks, here she was. Signed up for weapons combat.
Arlo had never been a huge fan of a sword. Could use it like a professional, just like any daughter of Athena at this point. But instead, she favored spears (which happened to be one of her mothers favorites) and axes. Something about the weight and swing of the axe was just... different and she found it so much more fun. Which was why she stood on the side of a ring, watching a current match with her arms crossed over her chest and the battle axe strapped to her back. She found herself cheering for her picked winner. It hadn’t changed since they walked into the ring. She placed her assumption on one Roman and was cheering for him alongside the others.
There was a small smile on her face. The energy around her was charging her, getting her ready. If you asked her, this was better than stretching or limbering up before a match. The energy of the room... well open space. Her hair was braided back out of her face, knowing that having bouncing curls wasn’t exactly a strategy that worked well at all times. She needed to be able to analyze, to catch movements, look to see where her opponent was looking if they fought like that.
As he accepted this challenge, a slow smile spread over her face. Game on. It was a simple one really, observe him and put her Roman knowledge to the test. Their gods and goddesses were similar to Greeks, so it made things a little easier with making a list and crossing it off. And she already knew a few that she had immediately crossed off the list this far into their interaction. One of them being Athena’s Roman counterpart, Minerva. She just didn’t feel that strong connection to think that of him.
Though when he laid out the new game, she paused a moment to really study him. Cross off a few more with that. “I actually look a lot better in orange, and I think you will too.” She countered, a simple brow lifting on her forehead before she was back to the path ahead. “Twenty four hours of being quite the welcoming committee. I think I like the sound of it.” It was a small jab, her confident little smirk said just as much as well. The more fun part, was if he was a sore loser, she’d just make it that he had no other option but to wear the orange shirt for the agreed upon twenty four hours. Besides, what a better way to bring them together than have the Roman’s really show their support?
“You grew up here? Like since childhood, or is this just an exaggeration on your end?” She asked as they climbed the steps and moved into the Mess Hall. She followed him until they reached a table and she seemed to remember him telling her to sit with her kind basically. Her dark eyes searching the area and not finding any in the general vicinity. Well, that left her to lounging, coexisting with him and his one friend here. She glanced at a spot near him before she moved to take it. Not sitting so close that she was touching him but also not so far that it seemed like she was alienating herself from the other two.
She had just reached forward towards the bowl of fruit that had appeared, taking a small piece and popping it into her mouth before she snagged a green apple and leaned back. One arm crossing under her chest to prop up the arm that held the apple. A small burst of laughter leaving him at his first guess. “I’d like to think I’d be a bit more suave if I was.” She laughed, sinking her teeth into the apple with clear amusement shining in her eyes. Arlo chewed thoughtfully as she assessed him once more, then she turned her attention to their current table mate as well. He had said cohort originally, which meant that this was someone that was placed in the same group as Jax here.
“Diana?” She tossed the guess out as her eyes landed back on him, he was not a child of a god of wine, or a goddess of love or marriage. He came across as someone a bit more physical.
He didn’t seem to mind her little assessment. Which was a good thing, sometimes others got a little weirded out by it. Especially because they didn’t understand that it was just something she was almost programmed to do. It was how her mind worked. Take in the little details, do it fast, and commit it for use in the future possibly. Romans had been a rival of the Greeks for a while, so it wasn’t absolutely insane for her to be ready. Or at least, she expected that their training might overlap now. Greeks vs Romans. Now that would be interesting.
She was glad that he wasn’t going to try and toss out the tour by showing her where she belonged, and skipping the rest. Even if she was possibly complaining about it in her head, she was not going to turn it down either. She didn’t feel like stumbling through the camp trying to figure out where everything was on her own. Not when someone could easily lay out a mental map for her. The moment he turned, she stepped forward to follow him, and even when he paused, she continued to move until she was almost shoulder to shoulder with him. She’d walk at his side, not like a lost puppy behind him.
His smile in her direction tugged one into existence for her. Finding his aura a lot easier to be around than he expected. At least in the first few minutes. When he asked about her godly parent, she found a soft laugh leave her. “Isn’t it more fun if you try to guess?” She asked him, her head rolling towards him and her chin brushing her shoulder before they moved forward. A game of being observant, knowing both Greek and Roman gods and goddesses. “I believe I could guess yours in three guesses or less, by the end of your tour.” Possibly the first test to see what he was like... did he want competition? Did he rise to a game? A chance to win?
As they moved up the path, she let her gaze flicker between people that they passed. Noting if she recognized any other Greeks. When he motioned to the mess hall, she found herself happy that it was so close to her temporary home. And her stomach seemed to agree as it twisted in her gut lightly. Reminding her that she had not eaten since yesterday afternoon. Brows tugged together at the mention of lounging. “No chairs... interesting.” She answered lightly. Then found that he seemed to speak for her stomach. “Please,” She said with an eager nod, her now dried curls bouncing lightly as she moved towards the Hall. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but she’d take just about anything at that point to soothe the ache in her empty stomach.
Arlo wasn’t sure how long she waited there. Well, long enough to pick at all of her nails and bite two of them down to a reasonable length before she went back to inspecting the back of her hand. A new scratch on the back of one was there, probably just from catching on something. Ten minutes could have been the time that passed, but she was already on edge. Exhausted from her travels. So it felt like hours before her eyes caught the sight of a pair of boots stopping in front of her. Her dark eyes flicking upwards to look at the blonde in front of her.
There was a moment of analyzing him that happened without her truly thinking about it. It was something she did, part of being a strategist, she automatically got to know her opponent. Not that he was. But he was the Roman she would have to be around for a full tour. Blonde hair, cut shorter at the sides, longer at the top. He probably kept it that way because it was flashier than just a regular cut. Meaning he wanted to be seen, not someone to slip into the background here. He was someone who was probably used to the limelight.
Her eyes moved over him, catching the smallest of bruises on his skin. He was a fighter. Or at least had been doing that recently. He seemed fresh, meaning he woke up on time to shower and possibly even wake up completely by filling his stomach with a warm breakfast. Her eyes moved back to his face, taking in his marbled eyes and then the slight scowl on his face before he started talking. “Arlo,” She responded, though he seemed to get quick into the tour as she didn’t have time to offer her hand to him for a shake. His tone seemed decent enough, nothing that made her tense in reaction to him. Her head turned as he looked behind her, gesturing with only his chin towards the building.
Her eyes remained on the building behind her, though the smallest tug happened at the corner of her mouth. Almost a sarcastic smile trying to fight its way to her face. By the time she looked back at him, his arms were crossed, closing his body language off to her. “Wow, I don’t think I would have figured that out without you. Is that why I was directed to put my things inside?” Her brows were high on her forehead as she stared at him, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes and a smirk lifting her freckled cheeks. “Surely the tour doesn’t end here...” She prompted further. Taking a step in his direction as she slipped her thumbs to hook onto her front pockets.
Arlo hadn’t been there for long, but she certainly felt out of place now that there was no more Camp Half-Blood. The group she had traveled with arrived before the sun made its appearance on the horizon. Tired, exhausted, and in need of a bath, they were ushered off towards the Greek cohort and allowed to shower. There wasn’t much to bring to the temporary home. Just a backpack with a few times inside of it that she was able to salvage before completely trekking her way with the group. A few sets of clothes, a weapon here or there, a few items she might have placed a curse on. Nothing more than a trinket here or there. All contained within one lousy back pack if you asked her.
The shower she took was lit only by the rising sun. She spent the most time detangling the curls on her head, relieved when it was all over and she could step out. Clean of the travel and left to a fresh, well backpack, fresh change of clothes. Nothing spectacular, but it wasn’t like she was out there to impress anyone. She wasn’t a daughter of Aphrodite. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Maybe she was just exhausted from her trip.
She stared at the plain bed that was to be hers until who knew when. It stirred something in her that caused her to bite her lip and her brows to draw tightly together. This wasn’t the place she had grown up in. This wasn’t the place where her mother had claimed her as her own. Or the place where she had made friends... the place where one of those friends had betrayed them all. This wasn’t... home. Yet, it was the only thing the Greeks were going to know as their ‘home’ going forward. Until something was done for them.
One of the fellow Greeks passed her, letting her know that someone would be meeting her out front of the cabins to show her around. Another walk through, one that she thought she’d never have to take through a new place again. Camp Half-Blood should have been the one and only. Now, she had to meet with the Roman’s and hope that she could blend in for the time being. She moved outside after a bit, probably just after what would be breakfast and found a post to lean against as she waited. People passed, but no one paused, clearly not her tour guide. At least not yet...
Sound - She needs to be confident in her words and sound. She doesn't panic or let it be heard in her voice when she has someone screaming through their fears/anger to her. Outside of the battlefield or training grounds, she is self confident. Able to hold anyone's eyes as they speak to her and doesn't have to break away to continue a conversation. No matter how uncomfortable it is. Blame it on her upbringing, but she knows how to take in the situation and outwardly remain absolutely calm (even if its chaos in her mind). [break][break] Quick on her feet - So to speak. She is a 'do-now, ask questions later' kind of gal. Not in a panicked way, but she can definitely hurry through a process to try and come to a solution. Though it might not be the best one of that time, she has always been the friend who makes the decision when no one else would step up. Even down to 'what should we eat?'. And if they complained on her choice, well she just told them to speak up next time instead of making her speak up. [break][break] Stubborn - Not easily one to back down when she is met head on with her choices. She understands rank and the power of different positions, but she also knows that one is allowed to make mistakes and don't have the right to control her/push her around (at least in her head). Out in the real world, she will let you know all about it. She thinks things out before speaking, and has been told that even though she is about as stubborn as a mule ox, she does listen rather well. [break][break] Witty - Though she might not be filled with knowledge like nobles who had years to study academically, she was witty and could keep her own in a conversation. With almost a joke like banter that could easily tip one way or another depending on who was a part of the conversation.
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birth father ;; emmanuel, mortal[break] mother ;; elisabeth, mortal[break] birth mother ;; athena, immortal, goddess of wisdom, handicraft, and warfare.[break][break]
3 YEARS AT CAMP ;; CLAIMED
[break][break] Arlo grew up not knowing who her true mother was. Assuming that Elisabeth was her real mother because she had never been told anything different. What was the actual truth, was the fact that Emmanuel and Elisabeth had a hard time conceiving a child. One night, after a fight that was rather a nasty one, Emmanuel had come across quite the beautiful woman. One that he found himself instantly enchanted by her intelligence and way of thinking. It was no surprise at all that he found himself seeking her out for a bit, even finding her way of connecting with him a bit strange but very fulfilling. Months went by and she showed up on the now re-united couples doorstep with a child. One that she handed over without a word. [break][break] The two decided to raise Arlo as their own, even though she was only partially related to the the pair. Arlo grew up, always being good at strategy games like chess and a lot of PC games, whenever she actually had a chance to try them out. Her father was more of the enforcer of the two. Her mother being more submissive to him. Arlo never seemed to understand it and was constantly standing up to him, but also remembering her place as a child. Which was probably the best for all of them considering that Arlo was not just an average kid. [break][break] One time while she was out with friends, around the age of thirteen, she had lost track of time. Her curfew was to be home before the streetlights came on, and by the time she was peeking outside her friends house, the streetlights were already flickering to light. She bounced up immediately and rushed out the door. She was a ten minute sprint from her house, but it was going to be ten minutes too late. As she was rushing, she decided to cut down a back alley, hoping to cut her time. Except she should have stuck to the main road. She knew it as she ran almost straight into a group of older teens who were hanging out back of a local restaurant. [break][break] ‘Whatcha running from curly?’ ‘Yeah, why the rush?’ ‘Stay and hang out a bit.’ - She tried to skirt around them, keeping her curly head down and gripping the straps of her backpack. Maybe if she just acted like she didn’t hear them, they’d go away. They’d decide she wasn’t worth bothering and she could just endure the wrath of her father when she got home. But when one jumped in front of her to block her path, it was clear that was not in their plans. She tried to tell them she was just going home, that she was just a young teenager, but they didn’t care. They laughed at her, rolling their eyes and when one pulled something front their pocket that flashed in the light, Arlo was sent into action. An instinct that was buried deep in her that she wasn’t even sure what it was from. [break][break] The knife instantly went from menacing to rubber, the blade bending over itself and almost jiggling a little in the guys hand. He stared down at it and even flopped it around in disbelief. It seemed to be enough of an attention stealer that she was able to make a break for it, running as fast as she could towards the exit of the alley. Footsteps broke out behind her as they chased her, calling for her to come back. She never slowed. She ran over a small puddle in the alley and leapt over it, wishing that it would grow and become so slippery that they’d slide themselves into the wall. She didn’t look back at the sound, but it almost sounded like bowling pins being struck by a bowling ball as they all slipped and slid around the alley way. [break][break] Needless to say, she did not stop running until she got home. Punished for her disobedience on missing curfew, but at least safe from harm. That night, she had the strangest dream of a woman visiting her, telling her how proud she was. By the time she was fifteen, her parents were approached by someone offering for her to be apart of an esteemed private school. Where she’d learn to be her ‘best self’, an elite school of its own. An offer that was made that was almost too good to pass up, and Arlo was easily packed up and sent away. It wasn’t until she was introduced to the others at Camp Half-Blood that everything started to unfold. [break][break] It was a hard thing to accept at first, but as her days passed, everything started to make more sense. Everything she couldn’t explain about her life suddenly sliding into a place and she felt like she was actually understanding who she was. Like other offspring of Athena, she found herself proficient in weaponry. She trained hard when she could and enjoyed the challenges of the others at camp. Now without a camp, she finds herself trying to find a place in their, hopefully, temporary home.
[ Telumkinesis ] - can use any weapon very well; can incapacitate her enemies' weapons by transforming them into something far less threatening (this is normally done during the heat of battle and lasts only 5 minutes), place dangerous curses on weapons (typically cannot be done in heat of battle as she’d need to concentrate on the weapon and if its moving, that’s harder to do. If actually successful, it is usually only cursed for 1-2 minutes maximum), and use telekinesis to disarm her opponents (opponent has to be within 20 feet of her to successfully use this). She specifically trains with and prefers axes and spears than other weapons. [break][break] [ Strategic Skill ] - an exceptionally skilled tactician with great observation skills and superb capacity for planning for the long term before acting. She follows in her mother's footsteps that she only uses violence when absolutely needed, and not fueled by a need for instant bloodshed like some others. Arlo is known for playing any and all strategic games that can be offered to one. And finds joy in crushing others in the game. [break][break] [ Curses ] - Just like her mother, though not as skilled, she can place horrible curses on objects and people. This is a newer skill she has been honing but has been able to do it for a while, unaware of her actual skills as a young child. When not in the heat of battle, creating cursed items takes some time and skill. She is still building this skill so her curses tend to only last for a few hours on an item once activated before it turns back into the ordinary object. The longer she has to prepare and prep for a curse, the higher the chances of it lasting longer increases. Cursing people all depends on their natural abilities of their own, and varies from person to person.
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.
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