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.
Before Anya had even finished laying down her little flirty challenge about what was stopping him from kissing her, Kian was already shaking his head and fighting a grin. "You can't get me with that one again, Miss Karstark," he said sardonically even as he couldn't help himself from chuckling. The last time he'd gotten a bit too close to the beautiful daughter of Khione, he'd almost started a war with some other demigod who'd claimed to be in love with her. As much as Kian liked drama, he did not particularly enjoy the possessive, jealous ones, considering he himself was hardly possessive about anything. "Do you know, Ilona tried that on me once? Her son of Zelos boyfriend nearly wiped my head clean off my shoulders. Nope, that trick has worked a grand total of once and once only."
It was all in good fun, though. Despite the potential chaos Anya could wield in his life, Kian always welcomed her in. The son of Aphrodite was quite easy to please, and he enjoyed banter and good humour like everyone else. As long as everyone was clear that there were to be no expectations, Kian would gladly have people in and out of his life like a revolving door, only wanting him when they had need of him. Heck, he was like that with most everyone, too. It wasn't necessarily because he was being mean - it was just his way of life, had always been since he was a child, and he had so far not come across any reason to change.
As the daughter of Khione agreed with him about food, and decided to take pity on him and pointed them in the right direction of the Mess Hall, Kian nodded his agreement at her words about the other campers they were now forced to live with. "Me too. I'd take our 'weak' Camp any day if it meant I'd be sharing the cabin with only my brothers and sisters. They may be catty, but at least everyone knew to keep everything clean and fresh." While Kian had not minded sharing a camp with children of the other gods, he'd never had to share the same building with them. He was a bit of a pacifist, so no one really had any drama with him - unless he decided to steal someone's shampoo or something - but he was not looking forward to being woken every day for the foreseeable future by the dulcet tones of Poseidon and Ares cabins fighting.
His disgruntled thoughts about his new living conditions and new alarm clock were interrupted by the female demigod at his side. She had reached up to touch his hair, and while Kian often preferred having a bit of personal space, he was so used to having people in his space all the time that he didn't even notice until she started talking. His tone was equal parts excited and also long-suffering when he replied. "Anya, we've already been talking for five minutes and you bring that up now? Have you seen the state of my roots? It's the stress!" And it truly was - the blonde was the dullest he'd seen it in a long time, and that was saying something. He often had an army of beauty products; that he had to slim it down to the absolute necessities in Camp Half-blood - just eight bottles total, the scandal - had clearly had an effect on his body. He would gladly allow Anya take over his hair, and then possibly steal the rest of whatever she had.
As the daughter of Khione leaned forwards, nudging him while giving him compliments about his beauty, Kian only grinned indulgently at her before giving her a peck on her nose. It was the kind of calculated move that Kian usually pulled out when walking around some city with a girl on his arm fully aware there was probably someone somewhere taking photos of them. It was the only kind of social gesture Kian was capable of giving, always ready for a photo op, even if there wasn't actually anyone around. They walked a few more steps while Anya gave him the low down about the satyrs at camp, and Kian's face twisted slightly at the description. He'd never been the biggest fan of satyrs back at camp because they had an unfortunate smell, but he didn't like how they lived in Camp Jupiter. "I'm not going to comment on that. That sounds filthy." Because yes, Kian was somewhat elitist; he'd been told it was not a nice trait to have, and so he'd been trying to keep those comments less obvious. He supposed not everyone enjoyed being told they were being judged on cleanliness and smelling nice.
The son of Aphrodite looked like he was just wandering aimlessly in the woods, but in truth he was actually sneakily doing a reconnaissance mission. Before he could contact his chef or butler or whoever was going to be the one appointed to run this particular errand, he needed to make sure everything was going to run smoothly. This might be the only chance he could get to sneak his green shake into Camp, and he was going to take full advantage of it. This was hardly the first time Kian was going to sneak something anywhere, and while Camp Jupiter was significantly more difficult to break into - or break out of - Kian liked to think he had the brains to be able to pull this off. He wasn't just a pretty face, after all; he was danged smart too, he just preferred not to show that too much. People might think he was perfect, and then where he would be? He'd get more stones and insults thrown his way if that was the case.
And so Kian fixed what he called his puppy dog look on his face as he meandered between tree trunks. It was that innocent, 'I'm just happy to be here' kind of look, and it was this expression that often allowed him to get away with metaphorical murder. Combined with his gleaming skin and bright blonde hair, and he looked like the human version of a golden retriever. Not that he'd be caught with his tongue lolling out as he frolicked, though; Kian was many things, but gross and uncultured was not in that list.
A hand went through his hair as he pondered a possible route. Of course, it would be easiest and fastest to just wait at the tunnel, get the goods there, and just make a beeline straight for the Greek cohort barracks. But if he were caught by a guard patrol - and Camp Jupiter was freakishly robotic about that, especially at night - he would have no good enough reason to be out and about, particularly considering he was Greek. It was as though his suspicion level doubled purely because of his heritage, and Kian was miffed about that fact. If he was going to be considered untrustworthy, he wished it was because he'd actually done something to deserve it, like hold an illegal rave on the beach or sleep with a counsellor's girlfriend - both of which he'd actually done back in their old camp.
So engrossed in his planning was Kian that he heard too late the sound of running footsteps, and instead of getting out of the way, the son of Aphrodite found himself accidentally stepping around the corner of a tree and directly onto the path of a careening demigod. With no warning and plenty of badly-accented French swear words, Kian hit the ground, his elbow taking the brunt of his fall. It sent tingly shockwaves up his arm, and he groaned, not bothering to get up from the forest floor. This was his home now. As he rolled around groaning at the pain, Kian opened one eye to stare up at his attacker. "Felix!" he berated, although there was no real anger in his voice as soon as he recognised the other Greek demigod. "By the gods, you're a son of Apollo, not Hermes! Why on earth are you running around like that?"
Kian didn't actually know he had places to be that morning. He had not gotten up at any sort of early hour, and therefore had not attended mandatory marching drills. He had been late to breakfast, and while he had known combat training was compulsory for all demigods, he had somehow missed the memo that he had to be on time for it, so he had taken his sweet time actually getting to that class. Instead, Kian had mulled over his breakfast, contemplating how to get word out to one of their staff to get him his shake, and also how to smuggle it into Camp Jupiter. Imagine, him, having to smuggle a healthy thing into Camp. It was bizarre and seemed so opposite and ridiculous. At least Chiron had been accommodating back in Camp Half-blood, or at least that was what Kian had believed.
So the son of Aphrodite had garnered the brunt of his Roman trainer's ire at the training session, but no Roman was going to get his day down. Kian was determined to be upbeat and positive, regardless of how hard some Roman demigod scowled at him, and so he ducked into the Mess Hall, sliding in before some other legionnaire - there really were more Romans at this Camp, weren't there? - and smiling at her with only some genuine apology before making his way towards his table. Not that it was his table, really; Camp Jupiter was so weird, grouping demigods by cohort instead of parentage? Kian didn't completely get it, so he had found his siblings and they being the self-appointed 'cool' kids, had commandeered a table of just children of Aphrodite in a corner of the Mess Hall, far enough away from anyone who might get ideas about starting a food war (looking at you, Hermes cabin) or just those kids who couldn't keep their mouths shut when eating (ahemAresahem).
As he sat on the bench and waited somewhat impatiently for the food to appear, he spotted one of his Roman sparring partners from that morning; she had been unusually kind and had gone somewhat easy on him, and he wanted to tell her he saw what she'd been doing. "Voulez vous coucher avec moi!" he yelled out in appreciation, grinning widely while giving her a thumbs up. Despite his heritage, Kian most unfortunately did not speak French very well, butchering the words with a horrible accent. Additionally, while he could understand French as though there was some automatic translator in his head, he did not always necessarily know what individual words meant when he was speaking the language, and considering he hardly bothered learning it, most of his vocabulary consisted of suggestive phrases and rude words.
To his relief, Kian spotted a familiar face up ahead. It wasn't one of his siblings, but a daughter of Khione he had flirted with in the past a few times. And also possibly borrowed some of her conditioner when he'd run out. "Anya!" he replied cheerfully, sounding far more relieved than he'd intended. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't find his way around in this maze after all of two days. And besides, every Roman he'd come across had a grumpy face whenever they spotted him - Kian could understand that, the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt was really quite garish and it really didn't suit anyone's complexion. And with his hair? Clashed horribly. But what to do; all the Greeks were about 'family bonding' etc etc. Kian wore it just so they'd stop hounding him.
"Thank the gods you're here, I could kiss you right now" Kian continued, instinctively reaching for Anya's hand and looping it around his elbow. "I'm starving, let's get breakfast." And in so doing, tried to continue walking along the way he had been going, one hand resting gently over Anya's as he placed it on his arm. He was used to this being the preferred way females tended to anchor themselves to him, as a flirty gesture or for a good pose with paps or just as good girl friends showing closeness. He even patted Anya's delicate fingers a couple of times, shaking his head slightly and tutting as he agreed with her wanting to get out of the craziness. "Some Ares kid got woken by a Poseidon kid getting his 'own back'. Something about a stolen bunk, I think. I got out of there before they could soak my hair."
To demonstrate the perfect floofiness and shine of his hair, Kian tilted his chin upwards, grinning cheekily at the girl beside him. To be fair to him, his hair was quite pretty and on point, as Kian always strove to be. It was shiny and silky and he would have hated to look like a drowned rat on the way to breakfast. Momentary posing completed, Kian then said, "So anyway, what do they have for breakfast here? Do you know if they might have a juicer? I missed my green shake yesterday and I think my skin might be breaking out already." It was an exaggeration, of course, because Kian's skin didn't break out, and even if he did, he would have spotted it in the mirror first thing that morning. His magic would have also allowed him to just vanish any sort of imperfection, thank his mother for her gifts. But truthfully, he did miss his green shake, and he was pretty sure he was going to get withdrawals from the lack of healthy in this camp.
He'd been at Camp Jupiter all of one day, and Kian was already not a fan of any of it. Squeezing in with his siblings had been alright at Camp Half-Blood because they'd all been 'Dite kids; they'd all understood the concept of hygiene and beauty and smelling good. Now they were crammed in with all the other kids and if Kian had been allowed to keep any of his expensive hair products, he'd have clutched them to his chest with a horrified look and a very badly accented mon dieu. As it was, all Kian had was his half-sister's expensive hairbrush, but he didn't particularly want to incur her wrath for touching it, so he left it well enough alone.
As he stumbled out of the messy Greek barracks, he ran a hand through his hair as he glanced around, wondering how to get to the place with the food. He'd never needed to find anything by himself; Camp Half-Blood had been small enough that everything was easily located, and out in the mortal world he'd had people find things for him. Having to readjust to a new pecking order was disconcerting and Kian wasn't keen to do it on an empty stomach. He needed his healthy sustenance, probably a shake with something green and kinda gross but very healthy in it, maybe a tanning session later or going out to the lake and striking a few cute poses to attract some demigod eyes? Content with his new day plan, Kian began walking in a general direction - if he was going in a wrong direction, surely someone would stop him and point him in the right direction, right?
[ ENTITLED ] - born with a silver spoon in his mouth, kian is used to the finer things in life. he naturally expects everyone and everything to cater to his every whim and desire, so adjusting to camp half-blood life was a difficult thing. quite honestly, kian hadn't quite made it before camp burned down, so re-adjusting again for camp jupiter has been met with a little more resistance than before. he's already had to give up his staff and luxury vehicles for camp half-blood, now camp jupiter expects him to get up at six am for marching drills? no thanks. [break][break] [ CARELESS ] - as a spoilt person, kian doesn't care about anything or anyone. as far as he's concerned, people and things can be bought, manipulated, used as leverage. it's not that he's completely emotionless, it's just that's how he's been raised and how he's grown up. he himself was always just a thing for other people to admire, to share, to gossip about, to trade, to show off - it's only natural that kian treats everyone else the same. he also tends not to care too much about rules or consequences, because he's never met a problem he couldn't throw a money at - until camp half-blood, at least. [break][break] [ SHALLOW ] - what you see is what you get with kian, which in most cases would only be a good thing, except for with kian, it also means he only takes things and presents things at face value. if one was hoping he'd have another subconscious layer or level, or that he has deep thoughts and just doesn't share them, they'd be sorely mistaken. the only kind of nuance that kian looks for or plays with is passive aggressive politeness, because it's completely second nature to him. kian also tends to judge people and things by the cover, and so makes snap decisions based on appearance. [break][break] [ HEARTBREAKER ] - as a child of aphrodite with amokinesis, of course kian was always going to be a bit of a heartbreaker. he can't take romantic escapades seriously, more used to them being a thing other people commented on, or just fun games to play. he's gotten it into his head that having a romantic partner for longer than a few weeks is a bit 'uncool', preferring to swap them out for another model just for the sake of it. for sure, kian is not one to make serious or emotional connections with others, preferring instead to be seen and be gossiped about. [break][break] [ VAIN ] - additionally, kian prefers his romantic escapades to be as pretty as he is, because he puts himself on a bit of a pedestal. he's vain, a byproduct of a childhood where he's been pampered and cooed over. of course, any of his imperfections could also be bought away, but luckily for him, his face and body are still naturally his. he's obsessed with eating healthy and working out and keeping every inch of his body in peak condition, and will tend to strike a pose or work out in a particularly showy manner when there are others around.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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[ MOTHER ] - aphrodite, goddess of love[break] [ FATHER ] - steven barrett, mortal, social media mogul[break][break] Claimed: Yes[break] Years at camp: Four[break][break] his entire career was about selling people. okay, maybe that sounded bad. he didn't actually literally sell people, but he did sell a place where they could show themselves, whether as they were or as a better version of themselves. people flocked to his business, of course, keen to show off pictures of them at the bahamas or selling some sort of detox tea, or just offering a peek into the private lives of the elite. they came in droves, transactions were dealt and made on his platform, and naturally, he got a cut of everything. as head boss, steven barrett made the big bucks, his brain baby catapulting him into the upper echelons of society within a few hard years of slog and code. [break][break] as he smiled for the cameras and as magazines talked about his net worth, one particular goddess took a shine to him. caught up in his success and growing wealth, steven could only appreciate the few days aphrodite spent with him, and when she left without a word, he'd only shrugged his shoulders and continued on with his life. he didn't need one particular woman, despite her obvious beauty and charm and the emotions he'd felt for her, because he was at the peak of his stardom and all sorts of people kowtowed to him, anyway. steven had no need for love nor commitment, and he continued on with his life, showing his face at high end social circles and sitting at important business meetings. [break][break] less than a year later, and steven suddenly found himself with an extra responsibility: a little bundle of beauty named kian. a very busy man, steven enlisted a nanny for his baby boy, although he did ensure there were a couple of cute snaps taken of him being a good father, because that would only make his brand look better. and it most definitely did: the usual revolving door of his romantic life swung even faster as the women lined up for a bit of that ready-to-settle-down vibe. steven only played with that expectation, but he was no keener to settle down than he had been before. [break][break] and so kian grew up in a house where he got his every wish, sometimes even before he could wish it. every tantrum and every problem was solved by giving him what he wanted, if only to keep him quiet and happy. he terrorized his nanny when he was in a bad mood, but for the most part kian was fairly happy and bubbly. when he reached kindergarten age, he learned to manipulate others to get his way, whether that was through bribery or blackmail. of course, kian made sure he had a smile on his face the entire time, and so he never got called out for being a bully despite that. [break][break] as kian progressed into grade school, he learned the meaning of his father's wealth and popularity. his bribery became even more subtle, growing into using his own influence and making friends to better himself. he fell in with the 'in' clique, the popular kids, and his unknown use of his amokinesis only helped him to reach his level of cool. grade school and into high school, it seemed that kian could do nor be no wrong. he flirted with boys and girls, he didn't need to be into sports but he did well enough in track, he was good looking, he was charming, he was funny. kian barrett had the world in his palm. [break][break] and then right before he could graduate, some pimply kid with a funny hat forcibly befriended him, and was there at the gate with him when his suv with its tinted windows came to pick him up. to kian's surprise, his father was in the front seat, which was beyond weird because he hardly saw his father at dinner, much less at school pickups. but as kian climbed into the back seat, the pimply kid followed him in, and steven told him to shut the door. kian was even more surprised and wanted to know what the heck was going on, when steven told the driver to floor it, and the next thing kian knew, they were flying down the highway towards long island. that was when steven and the pimply kid - who introduced himself as parker, not that it mattered, keep talking - explained kian's parentage and that it was time to get him to a place for people like him. [break][break] to say kian was shocked would be an understatement, and even more so when his father dropped him and parker off at a strawberry farm. he was now expected to deal with his parentage at a farm without all his creature comforts? already, kian was feeling withdrawals from his room and his closet and his shampoo and the chef that was undoubtedly preparing his dinner right now. but before kian could contemplate on that some more, a monster appeared behind them, and for the first time in his life, kian felt true terror as he climbed up the hill and practically fell through to the other side. [break][break] the following four years as a son of aphrodite was like balancing on a tightrope. he still went back to school to finish his high school at the very least - he didn't want anyone to talk about how he never finished his high school. after that, though, while kian tried to resume some semblance of normal life amongst the mortals, the monsters would begin to stalk him, and so after another few months of trying it out there, kian gave up and made camp half-blood his full time home. this was, of course, after a few rounds of bribery with chiron regarding his stuff, and while he got away with a few things like his shampoo and some of his clothes, kian has had to learn how to deal with the whole less-is-more life, much to his consternation. [break][break] kian had been away at a social function when camp half-blood burned down, and while at first he had been looking forward to return to the mortal world full time (he'd just need to have additional bodyguards or something), he was instead told of another safe haven for demigods at the other end of the country. his father insisted he stay with demigods as it would be the safest option for him, and so kian had rolled his eyes and packed his bags for california, grateful that his father at least had a second home near camp jupiter. and now, he would get to re-adjust to life with some new demigods...
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWERS, SKILLS & WEAPONS
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[ AMOKINESIS ] - he likes to consider it part of his charm; kian can influence and manipulate the feelings of love, admiration, and lust in an area. usually, he prefers to make the goal of such emotions towards himself, because why would he want someone to fall in love with someone else? speaking of love, kian tends to leave that emotion completely alone, preferring to play with admiration and lust instead, because kian doesn't want people to be in love with him - that's a bit scary and way too freaking much for him, thank you. he also tends to use this power to get his way a lot, especially with people who already feel some sort of attraction to him. [break][break] weaknesses: kian's power is limited by proximity: the bigger the area and the more people to infect, the less potent his power becomes. a person with stronger will is also harder to manipulate, and although it doesn't take a lot of energy for kian to just ooze his magic, if he were to focus and really get someone to turn, it would actually require a bit of effort and brain power on his part. [break][break] [ MINOR APPEARANCE MANIPULATION ] - kian doesn't really use this to change his body itself, because can't mess with perfection. instead, he uses it to style his hair, maybe give him a little bit of a tan, brighten his eyes, and of course ensure his clothes are always top notch. he can change the colours of his clothes at the maximum, but he can't actually change the material, either its type (from jeans to silk) or by quantity (from shorts to trousers). [break][break] [ FRENCH ] - unlike his brothers and sisters, while kian can understand french, he is pretty rubbish at speaking it. he butchers it completely, has a horrible accent, and the only phrases he really remembers are rude ones.
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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