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.
Being a member of the 4th cohort, gave Marcos a lot of pride, granted his cohort want the best but they weren't the worst either, but since joining them he had become quite the fierce warrior himself. As he looked out across the view from cohort 4, since becoming a legionaire he had made a few friends but he really hoped to make a few more. Gods hand lay a meare few inches from him lucky for him unlucky for some [break][break] It had been a long road from the wolf house to here, he had been quite the stickler when it came to meeting Lupa. But here he was at camp jupiter where he had learned what it mean to be probatio to a now legionaire of the 4th cohort, his mother had claimed him as soon as he had set foot int the camp and she had gifted him his blessed spear gods hand. He looked over at it and smiled as her herd the door to the front door to the cohort closed [break][break] He turned to look at the other legionnaire “Eh don't sweat it i barely sleep so if you ever cant im always out here” he said with a brief smile “oh god the praetors they do haunt me sometimes” he said with a brief glance over at gods hand “Marcos Esposito Son of Bellona pleasure to mee you” he said pulling up a chair “Come and watch camp breeze by with me” he said friendiley extending his hand and the chair for the other to sit on.
[attr="class","THREAD1BLTAG"] 266 WORDS (optional) Riven Galanis
It had been a long and very tiring day, Marcos was led at the lakes edges, his feet dangling into the water. Long training did this to him, the exhaustion was written all over his face, gods hand lay some ways away from him as he relaxed, into the soft turf around the lake, the cold water of the lake lapped at his feet as he looked up at the blue sky that was now appearing over camp jupiter.
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His feet were on fire from the amount of laps he did of the track field, for the first time in being here he felt physically exhausted being a demi god had its perks but he was still as exhausted as a regular human. He slipped of his legionnaire armour to reveal a black tight fitting t-shirt. Placing the armour next to gods hand. He pulled his legs out of the water and sat at the edge just looking out across the lake.
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Of all the places at camp bar bacchus’s garden, this was the most tranquil. He grabbed his backpack and grabbed his packed lunch, sitting at the edge of the water with a sandwich and his notebook, where he wrote all of his training regimes down, looking he herd footsteps coming from behind him, grasping god's hand just encase it was a monster creeping up behind him
[attr="class","THREAD1BLTAG"]232 WORDS Kian Barrett
The sun was setting and marcos dident quite feel like going to bed, he was dressed in a black t-shirt, black jersey shorts and a pair of red converse. The gardens of bacchus were beautiful at this time of night, twilight when all of the night blooming flowers would begin to awaken. He didn't come here often at all, it had been a grueling day at camp and he just wanted to be away from the bodies that populated camp after dinner time. [break][break] Walking down the rows of plants he stopped occasionally to smell all the pretty smells, evening primrose was one of his favorite plants, there was a little wall at the end of the row and it looked out across the rest of camp, he smiled as he looked across the deep valleys that lead up to new rome. He left gods hand back at cohort 4 he didn't envision getting attacked in the most beautiful spot in camp. [break][break] He took in the sights and sounds, a small smile crept up onto the young demi gods face, sun setting in the background “what a beautiful day” he said as he looked at the view His hands in his pocket as he looked for the photo of his dad and him at the empire state building.
Marcos could barely sleep, the night had drawn in and he was sat outside cohort 4. Sat in a pair of jogging bottoms and his camp Jupiter t shirt. The moon shone on ground as he yawned. The rest of cohort 4 were sleeping knowing full well he was like wake them if he moved, he stayed planted to the chair he was sat in. [break][break] Looking out across the field where all the cohorts were he smiled.Hed been in camp now for a little over 6 months, he felt more at home here than he did anywhere else. He had made the hard decision to be a year round camper, saving himself from having to go home and come back every summer. [break][break] Cohort 4 was his home now and he was an in training legionnaire. The training was gruling but like his mother before him he was a resilient kid. To the side of him lay gods hand, Marcos’ trusty blessed spear he never let it out of his sight, where ever he went gods hand followed. [break][break] From behind him, Marcos herd the slight noises of someone stiring from sleep. He sat bolt up right in the chair and dident move he Dident want to aggrivate anyone and he most surely dident want a fight at this hour.
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Marcos is a very quirky young man, metal head through and through, But with an absolute heart of gold. Arrogance and Aggression abound, he's as protective of his own as a wolf and it really shows when you decide to go up against him or his friends. Due to always feeling out of place in school and with his friends he garnered quite the independent streak, He relies heavily on his self and refuses to accept help even if h needs it.
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Being a son of bellona he is very quick witted, quick on his feet and even quicker with a sword. Often a show off in some cases with his sword play skills, But make no mistake its all trained and he knows how to look after himself. If he looks out for you count your self lucky, because loyalty is the money this man runs in. [break][break]
Among other things this boy is a quiet taction always waiting in the wings, judging situations before coming up with a plan of attack. Hes well known for being in the war tent before games start and is always the first on the battlefield. Hes a born commander and he knows exactly how to run the show should he need to. [break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Marcos Leelan Esposito was born in london to half british and half italian father. He was brought up in borough of kensington, His father was journalist and he , Never really knew of his mother. Save for when ever marcos brought her up his father would sadly dismiss the conversation. Marcos grew up an aggressive and misjudged young man making few friends in school, He was the misfit, the guy would sit in the corner and listen to god awful music of the devil or so that's what his teachers called it.
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From the age of 5 Marcos and his father moved from Kensington London, to Washington DC. His father wanted a break from the UK and he took a job at a local newspaper. They had managed to get a 5 bedroom farm house for the money that he sold their 3 story London town house for.
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Marcos’s ADHD was getting bad and his father decided to send him to a specialist school, Just out of town. Marcos made a tight group of friends that he really made a good standing with. The School was a large boarding school where marcos’s ADHD was catered for and tended to. His teacher Mr Farrow took him under his wing always making sure that Marcos was looked after.
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He had a tight nit group of friends who who into the same things as him, but he could never really feel like he was on of them. He was diagnosed with ADHD at a young age, he always put it down to that. But the reality was far more fun. One day at school somebody tried picking on one of his friends, next thing the guy was bloody and bruised and Marcos was sent to the head master. There was always a fire in him even from a young age and he couldn't seem to quell it.
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Marcos could never place his fire, let alone his natural streak for always being one step ahead of his enemies. Even in school he was natural taction, In sports he was always picked as team captain and he always won no matter the cost. School was a hard time for him he never really found his feet, Except for with what small friends he had and his history teacher Mr farrow, who seemed to have taken a shining to him.
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His teacher Mr Farrow who taught History, unbeknownst to the entire faculty was a Legacy of Mars He was an attendee of Camp jupiter. He saw Marcos down one day and told him of his true parentage, That he was the son of the war goddess bellona of roman mythology making him a demigod. It was on the final day of his 2nd year of secondary school that was attacked by the harpies, Mr farrow fought to protect him, on his final day Marcos was handed a letter of recommendation to camp jupiter.
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Surviving the harpy attack barely, mr farrow took marcos to Lupa where he would await his trial to enter camp jupiter. He was claimed by his mother Bellona after his trials . He was claimed within in the first few days of him being at camp jupiter.
Spear-Marcos's Spear (God hand as he affectionately named it) Upon being claimed by his mother Bellona, was gifted to him she placed a
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blessing on it that it would inspire him to be his best in battle and rally those around him. This blessing has about 5 meter radius and anyone within that circle can feel its effects anyone outside of that will not feel it at all. [break][break]
Power:
Weapon Mastery- LIke his mother marcos is a natural with almost any weapon, spears, swords and daggers are the only weapons this extends too. Bladed weapons are Marcos's go to weapons! the draw back of this is the fact that bladed weaponry is the only weaponry Marcos can use, he cannot use a bow and arrow even though arrow heads are technically bladed. This abillity can drag his energy levels if used far to much, also it can take him atleast a week to learn a new weapon like daggers which he is not as proficent in. This abillity is more an advancement than an actual ability and like all human demi god children he will tire and need sleep after battle. [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.
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.
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