Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
GHF is the product of the mind of Addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian. this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by Haya to fit the site's concept and needs. most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds. all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners. if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] "I’m just suggesting ideas on how to actually fix this problem of ours. Unlike Mr. Genius over there who can’t even read. I doubt a Taco truck will get us back in or help in any way." Iseult sighed, rolling her eyes at the son of Mars. She had always wondered why she wasn’t in the first cohort, especially when looking at demigods like him. She usually respected those in the first cohort or anyone who had proven themselves to be worthy of the legion but now that she was watching these two she just… let out another sigh.
The brunette bent down to retrieve the Snickers bar that failed to breach the barrier and shoved it back into the plastic bag. At the mention of the tunnel, she thought for a moment. Her mind spinning around multiple ideas, checking if they could actually make it through without being noticed. "As for the guards… even if there are some… I mean we could always knock them out and pretend we… found them." Iseult’s eyebrows rose softly and she expected the two of them to disagree with her immediately. "No?"
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Her fingers were knotted tightly around the Greek demigod’s collar, pressing him back first against one of the knife-throwing targets. Their faces were only inches away from each other, a cruel smile playing on her strawberry-tinted lips. Her cheeks were flushing a similar color, bright and hot with anger triggered by the Graecus. When he opened his mouth to speak she switched to her lower arm, pushing him against the hard wood once more to shut him up.
The free hand had wandered towards the set of knives secured to her waist, pulling out one of its sheath. The sharp blade quickly found the other demigod’s cheat, pointing straight at his heart. "One more word out of that foul mouth of yours about us Romans and I will personally show you what we’re capable of," she spoke harshly into his stupid face, feeling the urge to rip it off. Iseult didn’t wait for him to reply and simply shoved him to the side, watching him scramble away in a hurry.
A frustrated sigh left her lips, the tips of her fingers massaging her temples with the knife still in her hand. The anger didn’t seem to want to disappear, bubbling inside her like a shaken can of soda on the verge of popping open and overflowing. Dropping her arm, her eyes locked on the target where the Greek had just stood, glaring at it as if he was still there. The next moment her hand moved, a twist of her wrist, and the ring dagger pierced halfway through the wooden target, sticking out from the bullseye.
Iseult reached for the second knife at her waist and threw it forward with no hesitation, fully expecting it to hit another bullseye. However, it was knocked aside by someone else’s weapon, skittering on the sandy floor near the target. Dark eyes followed the blade laying in the sand, an exaggerated but annoyed sigh leaving her lips. She was ready to pull the third and last knife out of her belt and run it through whoever intercepted her second throw.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Her eyes tracked the blond's every movement as he bent down and picked up one of her candy bars. Unfortunately, he was too fast and before she could jump in and snatch it out of his hands he had already opened the plastic wrapper and took a bite. "You're welcome," she grumbled, shooting him a glare before she proceeded to gather the ones that were left on the ground. "There will be no need for us to explain anything to anyone. Maybe it's just temporary." Hopefully it wasn't. She wasn't very keen on spending the night camping outside.
Lifting her head she looked up at the shimmering veil, the thin layer that kept them from returning to camp. It certainly didn't look different. Tossing all the Snicker bars except for one back into the plastic bag which had now slipped to her elbow, she took a few steps back, standing behind the boys now. Iseult then drew her free arm and threw the chocolate at the barrier above their heads. Without a sound, it bounced back as if she was playing squash. "Or maybe there's a hole to slip through. We just need to find it."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The magical wards felt cold under her touch, a sign that something must be wrong with it. It seemed to be reacting to her as if she was a mere mortal. Before she had a chance to explore the faulty magic a voice spoke up from close by. Immediately, her hand reached for one of the two Chinese ring daggers strapped to the belt around her waist. It hovered just above the hard hilt as she lifted her gaze to look at the dark-haired boy - another demigod.
"I don't," she said, her tone rather aloof. Iseult raised her eyebrows at him, expecting him to say more but instead he attempted to walk through the wards and failed. With a sigh, she crossed her arms over her chest. Another voice appeared out of the dark, joining the two. Iseult looked over at the blond, rolling her eyes at his comment. As expected, the daughter of Bellona thought, the two names of the boys popping up in her head because remembering names had always been easy for her. She could place them in their correct cohort as well because it was Iseult, and she knew everyone.
She watched Jax do the same mistake Espen did just a moment ago, forcing her to roll her eyes once more. Several retorts were playing on her tongue, ready to escape her lips, but she held back, biting her lower lip to keep herself from picking a fight that would only cause more trouble. The wards malfunctioning was more than enough. "Just for the record, we didn't do anything. The barrier is not letting us in either. But please, feel free to try again. With more speed and head-first this time." Iseult shrugged, her expression blank. Oops. Biting back things she shouldn't say never quite worked out anyway.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Iseult was usually not the type to break any rules but some circumstances required her to - such as going to the nearest mart to buy new chocolate bars because she ran out and there weren't any available at the stores within New Rome. If they did they only carried the off-brand ones. A white plastic bag dangled down her wrist, filled with several snickers bars even though she didn't even like them and past experience let her know those weren't great weapons against monsters either.
Now, sneaking out of camp wasn't difficult, not with the chaotic Greeks running around. However, getting back in proved to be harder. The tunnel was guarded more heavily so instead she had to walk around it slightly, a more dense forest area nearby. She glanced around to make sure no one was around before confidently stepping towards the wards but instead of simply marching through them like mist she was met with what felt like a wall of stone. The unexpected change had her harshly stumble back, snickers bars spilling out of the bag and onto the ground around her.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] When the Praetors sent out word that the library section at the Principia needed to be fixed and sorted out Iseult was the first to sign up. It wasn't necessarily the task involving books but more the chance to show her enthusiasm for the legion. Although, she had to admit up until that day she didn't even know there was a library at camp... or well, some sort of one anyway. Apparently, after the whole Morrigan debacle which included a ton of research for a possible cure - which in the end didn't help at all according to rumors - they figured that part of the Principia needed to be worked on.
Iseult stepped past the guards flanking each side of the big double doors that marked the entrance to the building an ordinary legionnaire rarely got to see. Head held high she entered the Principia, feeling proud of herself that she made it this far, even though she wasn’t Praetor… or Centurion… just merely a legionnaire tasked to help out. Either way, she was happy to be there, to have something to do away from the annoyance called Greeks.
The library wasn’t a library per se. It was just multiple shelves lining the walls in the back of the room. The table in the middle was cluttered with a variety of papers, laptops, empty cups and glasses, and more books. After taking a good look around the room, the daughter of Bellona, and volunteer to clean the mess, gave a small sigh before making space on the table. A plan started forming inside her mind, which started with pulling all the books from the shelves to start organizing.
Walking over to the first one closest to the entrance her eyes scanned the various spines, reading the titles of random books. The Basics of Graeco-Roman Mythology, Gods and Deities 101, Bestiary - Aeternae to Xanthus, A Collection of Apollo’s Haikus… the last one sparked her interest, so she plucked it out from the shelf and flipped through the pages. Instant regret.
‘Bowling balls of death Rolling toward my enemies I trade you my problems.’
‘Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help, I am so cool.’
Iseult grimaced at the words she had read, shutting the book and putting it back between the other books where hopefully she won’t have to open it ever again. It was hardly believable that this was a god’s work. Not to mention Apollo’s - the god of everything poetry. Curious eyes continued sweeping over the shelf until they landed on a particular older book, bigger in size than the others. She slipped it from the case, careful in case it was going to break apart easily. The dust on the front of the book was so thick she couldn’t make out the title, however, once she turned it to look at the spine the title - entirely in Latin - was readable enough: The Aeneid.
Holding the heavy leather-bound edition slightly away from herself she blew at the cover where most of the tiny particles had gathered and stuck, the space around her quickly filling with dust. She had noticed too late that she was accidentally blowing it into someone's face. Her eyes widened in surprise, holding on to the book with one hand while the other waved at the air to get rid of the dust. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect someone else to be here at this time."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Squinting, and narrowing her eyes the silhouette in front of her Iseult spoke, "Daughter of the Greek Barracks." She nodded as if it was the most logical thing in the entire world. She gave the girl a quick once-over, shaking her head at her physique. Iseult didn't know what exactly it was about her that screamed Greek but something sure did. The girl's face was still at least half hidden by the helmet when Iseult stepped closer. "Daughter of the Greek Barracks... you really want to spar?" Iseult asked, raising her eyebrows inquisitively.
The dull sword fit into her hand like it was molded perfectly into the skin. She could feel the weight, just perfect, in her hand. Iseult was usually just a tiny bit careful about her opponents but something, probably the drink that was spiked, made her care less about those things... those possible advantages and weaknesses. She grinned, laughing like a fool. "Rock, paper, scissors? I only know knife. But bring it one... daughter of the Greek Barracks." She slurred, her vision wobbly with each step she took towards the daughter of the Greek Barracks.
Iseult held out her hand and shook it, the different formations of her fingers showing until her hand was curled into a vulgar gesture. "What could possibly win against this??"
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"]Avery Barringer ; woooow i did not realize I repeated myself but idgaf
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The daughter of Bellona stumbled, stumbled, into the arena area where part of the Olympics had been executed earlier. She lowered her gaze, watching her feet move with all the will she had left... one foot after another... well, didn't work out as much as she wanted it to. She stumbled towards the other female with the helmet covering her face. The stranger replied to her with something she did not expect. Yeah, she was... indeed Roman property... being the daughter of a Roman goddess.
Swallowing hard, Iseult slightly stumbled over, grabbing one of the dull spathas from one of the holders. She gave it a twirl, making it not-so-elegantly swirl in her hand. Slender fingers grabbed the hilt, although her hand was feeling a little sweaty from whatever she had drunk earlier, and raised the blade at the weirdo. "I am indeed... Roman... property. Iseult, daughter of Bellona, legionnaire of the second cohort." She introduced herself, her words slightly slurring as she spoke and waved the tip of the dull blade at the brunette. "What are you? Trash?"
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Iseult didn't hesitate when she was assigned to be a referee. She had expected the Greeks to cheat. She was a witness of one of the rounds they cheated on, having help from a daughter of Neptune to expose them. Being a referee was tedious work. The daughter of Bellona had spent all morning and afternoon watching after the fights until it was finally time to grab supper. Hungry and thirsty the brunette made her way over to the feast, her clothes still somewhat covered in sand from the arena after being tossed onto the ground.
She brushed it off, for the most part, and grabbed a piece of garlic bread as well as a cup of the punch, not suspecting anything wrong with it. However, she should have thought better. Of course, it was spiked. It didn't take long to affect her, her vision blurring and her mind spinning. Before she even realized she found herself back inside the arena which was, fortunately, empty for the most part. However, she did see someone frolicking around with one of the helmets and immediately the dutiful side inside her kicked in and she tossed her bronze goblet towards the person wearing the helmet. "Heyy. This is Roman property!"
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Dark eyes were solely focused on the two demigods in front of her. The fight had already started and been going on for some time with no end in sight. She had thoroughly studied the participant's list earlier and was assigned a Roman son of Mars as well as a Greek son of Ares. This ought to be an interesting match, she thought. However, she did not expect it to go on forever. The sound of blades clashing against another was music in her ears but she would like that song to stop playing now.
Taking a deep breath, slender fingers held the golden whistle close to her lips, ready to interrupt if needed. So far the fights all seemed to be fair. There were two more going on on either side of her but the restriction borders kept them all separated. The son of Mars let out a yell, Iseult's eyes immediately snapping towards the boy when she watched him fall. The Greek demigod was preparing for the final blow but Iseult spotted someone nearby gesturing with their hands.
Her eyes narrowed at the stranger who was trying to hide as much of their hands as they could under the sleeves of a jacket but she saw it nevertheless - the sand around them was wet, and the one underneath the fallen demigod shimmered in the sunlight. It was frozen. He slipped. Cheating was bound to happen, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Her whistle was ready, touching her lips to call for a timeout when someone slammed into her back hard, sending her flying to the floor herself and reluctantly joining the seeming loser of the battle. "Are you freaking kidding me?" she roared, scrambling back to her feet, brushing the sand off of her hands as she glared at whoever interrupted her work.
Iseult likes to take charge of situations regardless of other people's ranks and jobs. She is known to speak up against her centurions and praetors a lot. She was told it would be a negative trait as a legionnaire but a great trait in any leadership or management position if she ever gets that far. But she doesn't care to be honest. She likes to speak up for herself and for others if the need is there. She usually likes to be strict and always sticks to the law. Even though she's not a centurion she can be seen breaking apart arguing groups and unfair fights from time to time. Iseult likes to make enemies.[break][break]
She can be a very caring girl but usually does it in secret. If you tell her you're craving pizza she will show up at your cohort 15 minutes later to deliver you a pizza. If you tell her you want to take a trip to get some fresh air she will buy plane tickets to Paris escort you to the borders but keeping an eye out for danger. Iseult can get very protective of people and likes to pretend to be their bodyguard.[break][break]
She may not be the friendliest demigod out there but she certainly is polite because that's how she was raised. Iseult is also known for her resting Hellhoundess face but some people rather call it the resting calm face. Sometimes Iseult prefers the quiet and solitude to read a sappy romance novel or enjoy a cup of coffee. She's very brave but also very reckless. While she does think about possible consequences she would jump in front of an arrow to save someone without any hesitation. [break][break]
[ LIKES ] - romance novels, writing, coffee, eating in general, naps, flower arrangements, collecting weapons, archery[break][break]
[ DISLIKES ] - dark rooms, noisy + weak people, cowards, rap music, chocolate, planes, the feeling of falling[break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Zhaohui Bexley was a master of Chinese martial arts. From a young age, he was sent to train in the mountains at a Shaolin Monastery by his strict parents. Living the life of a monk he excelled and once old enough, left the monastery to move to the United States where he opened a martial arts academy with his parents' support. It's where he caught the attention of Bellona, albeit not a real warrior himself, he taught others his knowledge and to fight. [break][break]
The usual months later Iseult was placed in the training room, wrapped in a golden silk blanket with a helmet symbol embroidered on it. By the time Iseult was two, her grandparents had moved in with them to help their son with the child. Zhaohui married but the marriage ended when Iseult was 9. His wife, a former narcotics detective, whom Iseult saw as mother-figure, died after a former gang leader sought her out to take revenge, despite not working actively in the field anymore. She was the one who was taking care of Iseult while her father was working. Of course, along with her grandparents.[break][break]
Iseult, like her father, was sent to train at his academy. Although, it wasn't as strict as a monastery. The purpose was more to teach her how to defend herself if the situation was to arise. She spent a lot of time at the academy and even though she wasn't always allowed to participate with the older kids she was allowed to watch them while forced to clean and mop the floors as a way to pay for her lessons. She would find herself sneaking out at night with her dad's keys to the studio to practice on the mannequins and use the weapons.[break][break]
At the age of 12, she was alone at the academy, just like any other night, when she heard a yell through the window, coming from the opposite street. She sprinted down the stairs and upon swinging the door open she spotted a boy struggling... or fighting, against a monstrous creature. She first thought the darkness was fooling her eyes, but as she got closer - because she was taught at a young age to always help those in need - she saw that it was indeed a real monster. It attacked the boy, who then was sent flying to the other side of the street, his golden sword dropping to the ground.[break][break]
Without thinking Iseult went for the blade, thankful for her little sword skills that were taught by her father and the countless night she secretly trained at the academy. The monster lunged for her and she swiped the sword at it. With a lot of luck, she managed to cut it but it wasn't enough to fend it off. It lunged once again and unbeknownst to her the boy was already up again, running to help. Or was it her who helped him? He yelled at her, something about giving back his sword, but she couldn't really hear him over the roar the monster let out.[break][break]
She was distracted by him, and subsequently was struck by the monster, the blade this time scattering out of her hand. She remembered hitting her head on a wall of a building and ouch, that hurt. The boy grabbed his sword, offering her nothing but an annoyed and utterly furious glare, and went for the monster but again failed, just like her. If the situation had allowed it she would have rolled her eyes at him. It took her a moment to get back on her feet, watching the struggle unfold in front of her. Her eyes frantically searched for something that could help when she felt something in the pocket of her jacket. A snickers bar. [break][break]
Not exactly sure if it would help or not she just shrugged and did her best throwing it at the monster, pretending it to be a baseball. She never liked chocolate anyway, vaguely remembering it to be a gift given by one of the kid's mothers who picked them up earlier that day. It hit the monster's head but... that was it. It dropped uselessly to the ground and the thing snarled, turning towards her. The moment it jumped for her the boy appeared right in front of Iseult and pushed his sword through the monster's torso. It let out a loud cry before dissolving into... dust? [break][break]
The monster was gone and only she and the boy remained. It was a day she would remember because the creature left a scar running up her forearm. The boy, whose name she doesn't know because he didn't have the manners to introduce himself, wiped his weapon on the fabric of his jeans and slid it back into its sheath. Iseult was all prepared to receive gratitude but the boy didn't even say thank you. Instead, he started getting mad at her, calling her idiot in all sorts of languages. ?? < this is exactly her reaction.[break][break]
Since she wasn't going to receive a thank you for saving his gluteus maximus she turned and stomped away, returning to the academy as if nothing happened. It was the day after that she noticed her necklace was missing, the one with her mother's ring that meant a lot to her. She went back to the location the moment she noticed but it wasn't there. It wasn't at the academy either where she thought she might have lost it. It was simply gone. For the first time, she had seen her father angry, after she told him about it. But she didn't have a chance to make up for it as the wolves were sent to her the next day and she was taken to Lupa.[break][break]
Confused, a little angry, a little terrified, Iseult arrived at the Wolf House and was told she was a demigod, a soldier expected to fight and survive. Well, great, she managed to do just that a day earlier. She put all her prior lessons and training to good use and fought her way out of the Wolf House, proving she was capable of surviving the trip to Camp Jupiter. Just a few months later she was on her way.[break][break]
Camp Jupiter wasn't much different from her previous life. It was like her dad's academy and school, just everything in one place. She missed her family, her grandparents, but she couldn't visit them... wouldn't, to show she wasn't weak. Others had snuck out to visit family but she told herself not to, no matter how much she wanted to on the days she had guard duty and was standing right in front of the wards that shimmered in that tempting blue-white light.[break][break]
Most of her days at camp were spent training. Upon arrival, a mysterious letter had found its way into her bag and when she showed it to the Praetors she was sorted into the second cohort. Her mother, Bellona, claimed her a day later. Camp quickly became like a second home to her. She somewhat compared it to a monastery, as her dad went to when he was younger to learn the arts of kung fu. The only difference was that they weren't monks but legionnaires, and it was the art of the Romans they studied and were taught in. Either way, it was something she enjoyed thoroughly, albeit missing her family. Through her mortal mother, she picked up liking to read, mostly romance novels and fiction in general. Iseult started writing in her spare time when she was around 15, trying to get the story about the boy on paper. She struggles because she is a warrior and not an artist, but she managed to get the story somehow written down, working on it every day. And she's still bitter about losing her mother's ring, her father's treasure. She hopes to bring it back to him one day.[break][break]
[ EMPOWERMENT ] - As the daughter of Bellona, Iseult can share her strength and courage with others. However, by doing so she can also feel the emotions of those she granted her strength to which can be quite burdensome and uncomfortable. Usually, the more people the easier it is but the more people she gives strength and courage to the quicker it drains her. She cannot participate in battle herself as she has to focus on those/or that person she is using her powers on.[break][break]
[ SWORDSMANSHIP ] - Iseult has been at camp for quite some time so she naturally turned into a great swordswoman. She likes the curved blade of a katana the most but doesn't mind if she is given a gladius or a spatha. Being the daughter of Bellona she is born a warrior and thus it shows in her skills.[break][break]
[ ARCHERY ] - While archery isn't known to be the top Roman way to fight, Iseult grew up learning it because of her grandfather. It also provides some sort of stress relief to her and replaces meditation. She's not early as skilled as the children of Apollo as she is not a natural archer, but she's got a superb aim.[break][break]
Ave, demigod! Over the next month, all new threads created may be attacked by the Fates at any time, unless specified in the subheader. All random events will be based on prompts from the randomizer. Please refer to the event guide #2 for further and more detailed information about your character's possible fate.
GHF is the product of the mind of addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian.
this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by haya to fit the site's concept and needs.
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