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"] Perched on an upturned tree, foot hanging down, Annalinde watched the Greeks as they tried to integrate themselves with the Romans or at least find their feet and the Romans in truly Roman fashion pushed them away. Some were cold and harsh, some were cruel and others simply ignored them. They were outcasts, like Annie, and she sympathised with them even if she did not really understand their pain or their loss. She pulled her thin hood tighter around her head and tapped her thumb along to the music pounding through her headphones. She watched as one of her half-sisters slammed a Greek up against one of the throwing targets and she pushed herself off the tree, landing lightly as the sun caught the edge of Iseult’s blade. The frustration and anger bubbled up out of Iseult, palpable even before she got into the Ludus Magnus in earnest.
She pulled her own blade, the curved dagger weighted for throwing and forged to her specifications felt right in her palm. Wrong but right. Before she could close the gap Iseult had released the terrified Greek, who inevitably scuttled away trying to keep his head down, before Annalinde could even get halfway there but she lengthened her stride all the same. The moment she was within reach Annie raised the blade and threw it, watching the steel slice through the air and crash into her half-sisters blade knocking it aside, coming to a halt about twenty-three feet from Iseult with her hands planted firmly in her pockets, defiant and fierce like a true daughter of War.
“When did uncontrolled rage become a part one of my sisters?” Her voice was cool and calm as she studied her half-sister. Still as the moment before battle “Especially when the Greeks are simply victims of the Fates, out of control with nothing but each other and their fear to cling to. They are adrift having lost everything they held dear in a place that feels cruel and hostile, they cannot even use their gifts,” and she paused to pull her hood down “So if you’re spoiling for a fight let it be with me Iseult, that or control your rage,” she did not want to fight and she was confident that Iseult would best her but oppressive behaviour was a cause for war, not a virtue of it. At least, she hoped that her mother would agree when they met or more accurately if they ever met. She would stand proudly whether or not Iseult chose to extract a pound of flesh “Because preying upon the weak and fearful is reprehensible and despite the freedom of his tongue he is weak and fearful.”
Annalinde knew that rage, the way it could devour her in a heartbeat. The thrill of letting it out.
And with a scowl Annalinde studied Jax but ultimately she knew that continuing the conversation was pointless, they were not going to reach any common ground because like so many of the Legionnaires he’d drunk the kool-aid, bought into the myth, swallowed the pill. She could think of a thousand ways to phrase it but they all meant the same thing in the end, he was a die-hard loyalist of the Legion and the ideals behind the Legion. Unwilling to see the dirt beneath the gloss.
“I would say a judgemental son of Mars is new or surprising, I would be lying,” she muttered almost inaudibly “I am never going to persuade you until you lose someone to the Legion or feel … it doesn’t matter, you will see things the way you wish to see them and as with anyone including me there is no changing that until you experience something profound enough,” and she sighed, slipping the string from the bow's nock and carefully pulling the cloth case over the length of wood. She wished that they could reach an understanding or even a middle ground, that she could articulate the way her mother and the Legion made her feel Hades even how others would inevitably share her pain, but they could not. They were different and Annalinde was not ready to really express the thoughts lingering in her mind.
She looked at him then at the target “You might want to account for the wind with your next arrow or you will miss, again.” and she turned beginning to walk off into the gloom with a sigh.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 330 WORDS Jax Hollins
Pacing back and forth Annalinde stared out beyond the bonfire into the night filled with indecision and anxiety, torn between speaking her mind and serving like a true daughter of Bellona. She found herself twisted into knots wondering if she could even call herself that given that her mother had barely acknowledged her, little more than a letter to be given to her upon her birthday, and left her to fight her own battles. Her own internal turmoil. Every time she looked into the mirror she barely recognised herself, the way her cheeks showed the weight she lost and her eyes were changing in colour and depth constantly. She paused for a moment considering the flames, considering the way they reflected upon the very nature of the warrior and she banished the thought even as another arrived filling her mind. She banished thought after thought even as she faced the night before her and the task of keeping the fire alight, to offer sanctuary to the guardsmen and women as they wandered the night.
To come to their aid should the need arise.
The silvery coils of her whip glistened in the firelight as she ran the leather through her hand, feeling the vicious spikes driven into the leather gliding over her skin along the length of the weapon. Seven feet. She could feel the blade at her hip and the boiled leather armour bound around her stomach, her shoulders covered by the very same leather in the style of the Legion. The trees whispered in the wind just beyond the sphere of light within which she bathed, the flickering amber dancing over pale scarred skin as she perched upon a bench and set her whip down. She reached into the small bundle at her feet and pulled out an apple, biting into the sour sphere with a sigh as her eyes once more adjusted to the light and waited for her shift to come to an end. She could feel her bed calling to her and yet she must watch, she must wait and she must stand ready.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 349 WORDS @hayana's fourth
“Are they really our enemies or are they just distant kin? I mean that’s exactly what I am trying to tell you but just like the praetors you don’t want to hear it. I learn to fight because I must and because it is in my blood but I do not want to fight. A fight will come because strength attracts conflict, especially when that strength is the strength of warriors, and we will lose brothers and sisters. Friends.” but it was quite clear that he would not listen, Jax had no interest in anything but the notions of glory and honour spoon fed to him by a Legion and cohort which would never truly serve New Rome or the Demigods within. It would serve their ambitions instead.
She’d sworn an oath the same as everyone else, in their own way at least, but she did not wish to stand shoulder to shoulder in a war beyond the games they played. She took a deep breath for a moment and tried to bring order to her thoughts as she looked at him, studying him “Whether it is the old days or not doesn’t matter. Something is in the air and just look what happened to the Greeks, you think me a fool yet you do not truly listen so … just don’t die when things hit the fan. You’re an idiot but even idiots do not deserve to suffer,” though she lingered for a moment with her fingers resting atop the knock of her bow. Sea-green and grey eyes lingering for a moment “I just want our brothers and sisters, our friends to be safe and survive. Since I have to spell that out just remember those words if nothing else,” though she could not be sure that he believed her she hoped that her mother’s blood, the blood of a warrior, would be clear enough one day but that it would be a day where no Legionnaire would fall.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 330 WORDS Jax Hollins
“And yet the very purpose of the Legion is to conquer Jax,” Annalinde replied softly, almost exasperated as like so many of her peers he missed the point of a Legion especially one consisting of semi-divine beings who could overpower almost anything with training and guidance. The Legion was a war machine, it always would be and it was an inescapable fact “From the day they were formed Legions had one purpose, to crush all those who would defy Rome. Conquest. This honour you hold so dear, is a social construct born from the notion of a justified war and the behaviours expected therein. If you cannot wrap your head around that then… think about it. Why would the shadow of an empire born in the fires of war and oppression still exist, gathering demigods, if not to exert a certain level of control over things through war and conquest? And what better way to convince headstrong young men, women, whatever, to enact the will of the ‘Legion’ than to fill their heads with ideas of honour? An unspendable currency only accrued through the life of a warrior or lives adjacent to that of warriors?” and her tone softened as she spoke.
Maybe he really did not understand?
She let her hand drop to her side though because it was clear that while his reaction was… predictable she’d overestimated his desire to preserve honour, confusing it with the black urge to retaliate against slights which always lingered in the back of her own mind, perhaps. Her mother’s enduring gift. She pushed her tongue against the inside of her bottom lip for a moment before speaking again “They drill us, they march us around and they teach us to use the weapons of days gone by. They mould us, they teach us to wield the gifts in our blood and they condition our kind to follow orders without question, thankfully like you most of us seem to think we are more than human. Better. The moment that a threat to our dominance rises they will order us to crush it, that is what Rome’s Legions have always done. Marched forth to conquer and extend the influence of Rome, to crush any threats beneath their boots and call it an honourable act. ‘And so the warriors of heaven marched through blood-soaked fields felling all who dared oppose them, even their kin who revered beings by another name fell to their blades but they cried this is no war but liberation, walk in the light of the Empire and the Gods’ it all starts with honour and it always ends with blood, what’s honourable about all of this? About parents who never see their children yet mould them into weapons?” and she smiled sadly “The choice is untenable, as a demigod we are either a part of the Legion or we die, death or blood.”
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 357 WORDS Jax Hollins
“An unjust peace is better than a just war,” Annalinde snapped back resisting the urge to strike him for the unjustified cruelty of a brainwashed demigod, a true believer in the notion of conquest “Marcus Tullius Cicero, one of our forebears and a far greater man than you will ever amount to be. He said that. Please, go ahead and continue to imagine some glory in conquest while refusing to acknowledge the aspect of death is more Roman than he is Greek, the petulance and immaturity of it astounds me. Should my blade be drawn it will be drawn when there is no other path available to me for war is the final question,” and she groaned in disgust as she looked at him. She was not done and the fire in her eyes made that clear.
“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans, and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy?” she asked and before he could answer she placed her bow on the rack, brows furrowed in barely restrained fury “Ghandi, now I am paraphrasing but surely even a fool brainwashed by the idea of glory can understand that these men have more honour than you for they stand for something greater than you, do you think that being the child of a God makes you something more? Better? If this is all you amount to, a brainwashed fool spouting the messages fed to you, then you are little more than a pathetic fool. Shame, you’re kinda cute but you’re wasting air spewing the Legion's lines, conquest is greed, honour is the failure to be better than our ancestors masked with pride” and with that she let her hand rest upon the blunted blade resting within the racks beside her bow, her chosen training blade. Ready, waiting for him to make a mistake but she wouldn’t attack him for that would run counter to her words about the notion of a just war, of glorious conquest. She would act in defence of her person but her actions would be final, there would be no doubt and when the dust settled she would either win or lose.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 357 WORDS Jax Hollins
Separated at birth the Schwarz twins are both the children of Bellona, war runs in their blood and so it should come as no surprise that despite being separated they both lived a similar life-style as part of military families. Annalinde is a little bit of everything, a mixture of tenacity, quiet, sass, aloofness and just about everything else but her twin is a complete unknown meaning that you can take this ad and run with it, make something that speaks to you. Now you have options when it comes to faces because of course, they might be identical, or you could use faces like Anna Popplewell, Alicia Debnham-Carey and well any other face that you believe fits.
So, their relationship is also a blank slate but I do believe it would be interesting if they were essentially two sides of the same coin. Annie is a bit of a distance creature often lingering on the outskirts and looking to go above and beyond so it would be interesting if her sister is louder, popular and maybe even a little rash. She could perhaps be a part of the First Cohort, for example, or Second which would create some minor friction as Annalinde would feel slighted once she realises that it is her sister. Look, I am keeping this ad short because the key to successful wanted is to let people make a character they want to make so if you have any ideas hit me up, I mean twins split at birth has POTENTIAL out the … well you get the picture! <3
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] The other children of Bellona always seemed to be trying to emulate their mother’s harsher side, to play into the cruel nature of war and thus garner respect through fear but Annalinde rejected the notion of following the same path as them, she just wanted to be a normal girl with a normal life. Obviously, not possible but that didn’t mean she had to be like them so instead she chose to stay on the outside of everything where she did not have to let people in and where she could try to be just a good person, Demigod or not. She let another arrow loose and smiled as it buried itself between all of her previous shots “I am not like my siblings and I’m not exactly new either, I’ve been with the Fourth for a little over a year,” not quite the bottom of the barrel but certainly not the most prestigious of the cohorts, a point which she was sure Bellona would take issue with if they ever met in earnest.
She watched him with a small frown noting the way he gripped the bow, his posture and the differences between their approaches “I could make a few threats if it will make you feel better but you’ll still miss if you keep holding the bow like its an angry animal, not an old friend or lover,” she tried to hide her smile, failing miserably. The notion of fighting for family honour just because she missed a single shot out of hundreds was amusing, the way they all clamored for some invisible prestige despite the only reward being some cheers and a pat on the back “And screw family pride, as long as we come through when it matters who gives a damm. Half the kids here will probably brick it when things get bad, they’ll miss and they’ll feel weak. All that matters is whether we come through in the end because when we have to face some big, nasty beast routines and drills will only help so much. So family pride can shove it, I just want to win when it matters but if you hit your next shot I can give you a little round of applause and a pat on the back, maybe I will even cheer like one of your cohort,” and the smile still remained, plastered upon her lips despite her best efforts as she studied him. It was… nice to just let her hair down for a moment, to be on the inside of something rather than forcing herself to remain outside observing. She wouldn’t let anyone get close mind, arms-length at best, but she could still enjoy a bit of friendly conversation and banter with him “Seriously though, relax your grip and as long as the shaft follows the line you can trust the bow, you will find your mark,” she let her own bow hang loosely from her hands, using just her index finger to keep it in line.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 502 WORDS Jax Hollins
Perching atop the low wall Annalinde thumbed the edge of the letter idly, her thoughts occupied by the mysteriousness of her mother’s words. She did not even need the letter to know what it said having read it so many times she could recite it word for word yet she still did not understand it, why would her mother refuse to come to her? What secret needed to come to light before they would meet or even talk? She flicked her thumb over the edge of the rough, stained paper again quietly as she folded it and let her gaze drift out over the camp once more. The smell of food filled her nostrils and the thrum of life filled her ears yet she did not want to join in for once, breaking her routine in favour of a strange melancholy. Not knowing hurt though she could not name a demigod that had a good relationship with their godly parent, not that she really knew many of them, it seemed to be par for the course. The nature of the beast, as it were.
She offered a tight-lipped smile to one of her fellow Fourth members as they passed, raising her fingers in a half-hearted wave as they said hello but she didn’t move to follow them. Instead she watched as more Legionnaires filtered by in search of a hot meal after a hard morning’s work. She, however, managed to avoid most of the duties given she’d volunteered for the dawn shift at the boundary which occupied her from four in the morning until around noon, a long run on only a few hours sleep. She could feel the grit in her eyes and the yawns which kept bubbling up causing her entire body to go rigid as she stretched out every time, as one such yawn came to an end she saw a demigod staring at her. Annalinde offered the other woman a small smile, biting her lip and they went on with their lives with the other going off to get food and Annie staying where she was. Letter folded and pressed against the ridge of her index fingers by her thumbs wondering if she should eat. Wondering if she would get hungry when she tried to sleep and reaching the conclusion that she just didn’t want to.
She wanted to relax, to wind down and so she lifted the letter for a moment, going to put it away then letting her hand fall upon her lap again, sighing. She grabbed her headphones from the neckline of her blouse and stuffing them into her ears. One click and then her mind filled with music, focusing and letting the tension wash from her shoulders with a smile. Eyes closed.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] Studying the new comer warily Annalinde tilted her head, she recognised him as a member of the First which meant he came with glowing recommendations and some level of prestige before even joining the Legion. The Creme de la creme as it were, when things were bad it was the First that were supposed to step into the breach and given she’d seen him on the extra guard rotations it seemed like he was at least living up to that. The Vanguard. Her grip on her bow shifted slightly, thumb brushing against the smooth and treated wood ”I am not used to people working up here at this time, sorry,” she mumbled as she pulled an arrow from her quiver once more and turned quickly, letting the arrow loose into the air where it crashed into the target once more right beside the others. She took another arrow by the nocking tabs, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to ignore the boy beside her. Archery, swordplay, martial arts and just about every other aspect of war helped her clear her thoughts at the end of the day so having company threw her off. [break] ”I’m uh, I’m Annie by the way. Daughter of Bellona,” it still felt strange to offer the name of her mother so casually, even the notion of being a demigod felt strange despite how long she’d lived with the information. She opened her eyes and watched him, trying to hide the fact, as she brought another arrow up to the bowstring and for the first time in weeks her shot went wide careening off into the darkness and slicing into the barrier behind ”That um, that doesn’t happen to me often. You’re one of the First right? I saw you with some of them around the perimeter lately.” and she lowered the bow once more, frowning. Things were changing and changing quickly, even thinking about it deepend her concerns and turned her frown to a scowl. The Greek Demigods were an unknown element to her, they were around, they were without a home and she avoided them thus avoiding the tensions between both the Roman and Greek groups, as it were. If she avoided the conflict, the ensuing melting pot too, then she hoped to avoid the inevitable fall out. After all, why fight a battle when there was no war, just fear.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 395 WORDS Jax Hollins
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] The sharp crack of the bowstring was punctuated by a long low whistle as the arrow, fletched by Annalinde, sliced through the air and bit deep into the target with a deep thump. The shaft vibrating as another arrow slammed home just a second later, speed and precision punctuated only by the soft inhalation of air into her lungs and then that same air being expelled as the next arrow leapt from the string. All around she could hear the dull hum of life as the day came to an end and the night slipped into reality, twisting the world into a dim and beautifully coloured shadow of itself at dusk. Every day while her peers, her cousins and half-siblings, wound down looking to relax she made her way to the archery butts and pummelled the hay with arrows until she just could not see any more. Even as they were all wrapped up in their own drama, their relations, and even as the Greeks tried to make her home their home she still kept to her routines. She kept everyone at arm's length, Hades even the notion of letting people in made her uncomfortable given her childhood. For years she never got to settle down because by the time she did they were moving, she always felt like something was missing and even now she still felt like it. Like a piece of her had been taken and she could not remember it.
The whistle of the arrows, the crack of the string and the thump of the steelhead biting into the hay provided a momentary distraction from it all. From the cohort, from the other demigods and most of all from herself.
She channelled all of that turmoil, turmoil from even her earliest memories, into every shot and every arrow. Every morning before drills she fletched new arrows, carved new shafts and then every evening she took her bow and took herself away from the world for just a few hours before bed. Her routines helping her to cope with the strangeness of her reality and the chaos that followed in the wake of the Greek Demigods arriving, the tensions. She kept herself apart from her cohort in particular because letting them near felt like opening herself up to the potential pain of having to leave it all behind. Even as she drew the string back and let it loose once more her thoughts turned to her mother, she was so wrapped up in herself and the routine she followed every day that she missed the soft crunch of boots upon dead leaves and the squelch of damp grass beneath a light step, getting closer and closer as she loosed another arrow and another. She paused for more than one beat, an irregularity in that routine, as she tried to collect her errant thoughts. She lowered her bow and then she heard it, turning on her heel to face the approaching footsteps.
Annalinde Schwarz Daughter of Bellona - Legionnaire - Fourth Cohort
For as long as Annalinde can remember a piece of her has been missing though she has never quite been able to put her finger on it, for many years she chalked it up to the nomadic lifestyle forced upon her by the demands of her father's job. She is a quiet and intelligent woman who can often be seen on the outskirts of social gatherings and groups, watching people and studying the way they interact with one another. When she learned that she is a Demigod things started to make sense, to feel more natural and the pieces of the puzzle almost fell into place but something is still missing to this day.
Annalinde is a gentle soul despite her lineage but she often presents as cold, aloof and stubborn. She cares deeply about those that she trusts despite the fact that trust does not come easily due to her restless nature, years of moving around from state to state, even country to country changing her into a wandering soul.
Platonic; The key to befriending Annalinde is patience and honestly, after all throughout her childhood she rarely remained in one place for more than six months meaning that she has grown used to friends coming and going, even distancing herself from the people close to her. Those that are patient and consistent will find Annalinde is an incredibly loyal friend, to a fault even, and a caring one. One must simply remember that she is a daughter of War thus her ire and fury run hot.
Antagonistic; Rivalries and antagonistic relationships come easily to Annalinde for should anyone stand in her way when she wants to win, or betray her, will quickly find themselves receiving her ire in earnest. She is passionate despite her gentle nature and particularly passionate about people being able to live their lives however they wish, free of judgement and cruelty. Sometimes this passionate nature can make her narrow-minded and mean, so unless she truly hates you don't take it personally (and you'll know if she hates you).
Familial; Annalinde loves her father fiercely as he has been there for her from the beginning and her feelings towards her mother are complicated but she does not even realise she has a twin sister, another demigod in the family. That missing piece of the puzzle. Family and destiny are everything but the question is whether Annalinde is ready for the truth, ready to know what was taken from her.
Romantic; The idea of romance has only just begun to take hold in Annalinde's mind, moving around so much throughout her formative years made the idea of dating and relationships a dangerous one which she suppressed. Right along with beginning to think about it after settling in to her life as a legionnaire she has come to realise that she is not just attracted to one gender or the other, but to both and that her attraction is driven almost entirely by personality. People who challenge her and push her to be better in particular, now she just needs to learn to trust people.
Annalinde has always been a quiet and reserved young woman, often keeping her thoughts to herself as the world passes her by in a rush of confusion. She stoically faces almost every challenge set for her by the world and by destiny, stubborn to a fault and almost entirely unwilling to back down even when the odds are stacked against her. Her determination, or stubbornness as one might put it, has often lead her into trouble even on her best days. She often views the world through a narrow lens unless someone helps to guide her, determined to process everything quickly so that she can face any and every challenge thrown her way. Unlike many of her peers who stand in the shadow of warlike parents Anna is cold and deliberate, shrugging off the headstrong and fierce stereotype to instead be aloof. She watches, she waits and she plans every move even if her plans are muleheaded and stubborn.[break][break] Beneath the stoicism Annalinde is quiet and socially awkward having never stayed in one place for long and not having a mother to look up to, she carries the mantle of a daughter of war with pride yet she is still plagued by confidence issues like any other adolescent individual.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Arthur Schwarf served in the British army as a physicist and engineer working on sustainable, portable energy projects for over two decades before Bellona came to him in the night. Their affair lasted for three months, on and off obviously, before Annalinde, and her sister, were conceived and on the night of their daughter’s birth Bellona disappeared into the night with Annalinde's sister, leaving a letter which explained that a warrior could only stay still for so long before they must answer the call of duty once more. That duty being to protect her children, to split them up so that they might thrive and survive to represent Rome and the Gods. Within the letter she asked Arthur to keep the secret of Annalinde's sister from her lest she pursue the notion of finding her, hoping that one day they might find each other at Camp. [break][break] Mere months later Arthur was transferred to the United States where he joined their portable nuclear reactor energy products and where Annalinde would later begin attending various military schools as they moved around the country. They never stayed in one state for more than a year and Annalinde never truly settled, every time she began to make friends and flourish they would have to move again as another project required her father’s oversight. With every move Annie withdrew into herself more and more, only expressing herself through certain pursuits which continued no matter where she went. [break][break] Early in her life Annie joined a martial arts club as one of her extracurricular activities on base where she studied Krav Maga, Jiu Jitsu, Karate, Kickboxing and even dabbled in Judo. She swam, her father indulged her need to express herself physically and allowed her to try any sport she wanted. She picked up archery during her early teens and upon her fourteenth birthday, at her mother’s request, he gave Annie a letter. The letter explained what Annalinde was and why her mother had to leave, even going so far as to describe the symptoms of her ADHD and dyslexia, the letter described it all so accurately she felt compelled to seek out answers. It was then that her father confirmed it in earnest, Annalinde was the daughter of a war Goddess. Half human, half God. He had his own letter with details of how their daughter might join her cousins and siblings at Camp Jupiter, a feat which filled him with concern for her safety and yet he recognised that it was not only necessary but that it seemed to be part of his daughter, the very fabric of her being. To deny her in an effort to protect her would be a disservice and so they made a plan, a plan to follow the path laid out for her by Bellona. Over the weeks on the road together for what would likely be their final journey as father and daughter they talked, they talked and they thought until everything began to make sense for Annalinde. Her strength, her speed, her ferocity and the way that pain simply seemed to push her on to greater heights. When she should have broken bones she got up unscathed, all of it began to make sense. [break][break] Then she faced The Wolf House and Lupa’s keen eye, despite the hesitance in Annalinde’s heart Lupa deemed her worthy and so she now finds herself residing in Camp Jupiter waiting for a chance to prove her worth, to join the legion in earnest. A talented Legionnaire waiting for a chance to rise, to realise her true potential. [break][break] Maybe even to lead.
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