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PJO RP!!! I think a lot of people have read this series so i am going to make an RP about it. Here is the format.



Son or Daughter of



Weapon ( they can be magic)


My person:

Name Jenny Wishmery

Age 12 and three quarters

Son or Daughter of  Athena 

appearance long brown hair, cloudy gray eyes , blue jeans black sweatshirt

personality smart, agile, a little bit cheeky, loves figuring out mysteries in books

weapon long bronze sword and shield

other her father died in a train crash and has lived at camp half blood since she was four. 

submitted by Lyra
(February 4, 2015 - 8:35 pm)

All of a sudden, the storm breaks. Waves of rain pour onto the frightened campers. Several people jump up and start running for cover. The rain falls faster, and panic builds. I race towards the cabins whith the majority of the campers, but as we draw near, several screams indicate that even this place is not safe. Mr D seems to have dissapeared, probably to the big house. 

"Fin!' I whip around to see who was calling. One of my friends, Ida Tiree, was calling to me from by the Demeter cabin. I run over to her. 

"Storm Spirits!" she exclaims, "by the Athena cabin!"  

submitted by Rose bud (Fin), age 12, SC
(February 9, 2015 - 12:16 pm)

Alright, I'm pretty sure Twyla is going to be a daughter of Hecate, but maybe they all think that, and then it turns out she's a daughter of Hestia.


I rubbed my leg, feeling the gash in it and wincing. I knew I wasn't supposed to be out here with my leg injury, and normally I didn't like noise, but there was so much out here. It seemed so strange, and I wanted to know its secrets.  

Just then I saw somebody rush past me, panting. She paused and looked at me like I was supposed to be somewhere. I looked at her. She looked kind of like me. Her name was Helena, I remembered.

"What?" I demanded. I was tempted to pull my pant leg up to show her the gash, but all she said was, "Storm spirits. Near the Athena cabin."

I froze. They had followed me here. "I'll come with you," I said.

"No!" she said. "You're obviously injured." 

I shrugged and ran in the direction of the Athena cabin.

It was pandenomium there. Kids were using all sorts of powers to try and conquer the storm spirits, which cackled madly as they swished around. One of them saw me and pointed. "There!" it hissed. "There she is!" All five swished towards me.

I could feel myself beginning to get mad and I felt an ember in my chest beginning to glow. Oh, no, I thought. That can't happen here.

So I turned and ran towards the fields. All sorts of demigods yelled at me as I did. Just as I had hoped the storm spirits followed me.

When I got to the fields, my power exploded.

The entire field was suddenly covered in a purple flame, and some licked the sides of a tree as the flames raged and roared. The storm spirits screamed and cowered, and I smiled. Perfect.

Then I tried to shut the flames down. But they didn't work. The ember in my chest became hotter and hotter, and my entire body began to feel as if it were on fire.

"Stop," I begged the flame. "Stop."

But it kept going. My breath came in short gasps now, and I knew I only had seconds until the flames engulfed the forest. That would kill the dryads. And I would be responsible.

"Help!" I rasped. The ember grew and grew.  

With every particle of my fiery being, I focused my power into cooling the ember down. The flames began to dwindle, until there was nothing more but a spark of purple, which traveled up my arm and dissapeared.

Then I collapsed.  


As always, change it if you want. 

submitted by Katie M
(February 9, 2015 - 4:06 pm)

I am trying to put this person's shirt out when suddenly there's this sound from the field and I see an eerie purple light. I tap the camper on the back, whisper, "Your shirt's on fire," and then dash towards the light.

As I thought. Fire, purple fire, destroying the whole field. And lying in the center, unconscious, is- well, whaddya know- Twyla. I make my way through te flames to her, pick her up, and lug her to the Big House.

"Chiiiiiirooon!" I say. "Twyla made a purple fire and now she's collasped!"
I don't feel very good, either. It feels like someone's pushing pins into my skin. I finally realize what it is.

Yep, the purple fire's being put out (thank goodness) but so much fire being put out at once can REALLY hurt. And I'm almost blacking out until someone gives me some ambrosia. There.  That's better.

I quickly go back to the Big House and check on Twyla. She opens her eyes, then cries out in pain.

"I think you're my stepsibling," I whisper. "Don't worry, it's just your fire being put out."

I hand her a chunk of ambrosia, and she eats it and sighs in relief.

"Just relax," I tell her. "Purple fire is one serious feat."

submitted by St.Owl, age 10, CHB
(February 9, 2015 - 5:32 pm)


Ooooh boy. Storm spirits.

'     The fire goes out and, like usual, I feel a quick stab of pain. It doesn't last long though, and suddenly I'm with the other fighters, trying despretely to help. Unfortunatly, I can't do much.

I finally pick up a rusted old sword from the ground and start swining it, but soon find it usless. After all, they're SPIRITS. So there's only one thing to do.

'   Carefully and slowly I start a fire in my palm. The waterproof type, the one that gets out of control. I hurdle it towards the closest spirit and it disinigrates in a cloud of ashes. I do it again and again, and I'm starting to feel confident until I put someone's T-Shirt one fire.


Dun dun duuuun! XD

submitted by St.Owl, age 10, CHB
(February 9, 2015 - 4:13 pm)

Oopsie! Sorry, this is supposed to be before my other post.

submitted by St.Owl, age 10, CHB
(February 9, 2015 - 6:31 pm)

So sorry I haven't posted in  a while!


I'm looking out the window of the Hades/Hermes (again, not sure if the Hades one is built yet) cabin, watching the other campers in their happiness. Such little things that make them happy...I tell myself I don't care, son't care that the last time I felt happiness like that was a long time ago. But it doesn't work. I sigh and start to turn away, but then the rain comes. Before I can stop myself, I've shadow-traveled to outside camp, where the others are in chaos. There's a girl over there, the one that's younger then anyone else. Surrounding her is...are those storm spirits? What is going on?

submitted by Carolion K, age Classified, North Pole
(February 9, 2015 - 5:48 pm)

I smash four spirits with the river water and unsheath my sword. I'm surrounded by spirits, but I'm far better trained than they are. I slash at one with my sword and it dissipitates. The two remaining spirits hiss and come closer. I deflect a blast of wind with my sword, and narrowly sidestep a slash of one of their swords. I yell and slam a huge blast of icy river water into the last spirits and they vanish. 

I find Cass and we fight side by side.

"What's going on?" she says at the same time I say, "How did they get in?" 

submitted by Brookeira
(February 9, 2015 - 6:14 pm)

The last one evaporates and I rush over to Audry. And I whisper in her ear, "You really need to get a dagger."

submitted by Lori
(February 10, 2015 - 12:57 pm)


A wave of realisation hits me, and I almost fall over. Hades has been sending me dreams, dreams in which he tells me his plans. He has planned to steal Zeus's lightning bolts for a while now, and since no god can steal something of another god's themselves, he kept asking me to do it. I guess since he has been waiting too long for me, he has chosen another demigod, and now Zeus is mad.

But who?

And do I save the camp?

Or do I save my father? 

submitted by Carolion K, age Classified, North Pole
(February 10, 2015 - 7:14 pm)

Okay, so I found out about the storm spirits and started running towards them... 

Could we make this about a week before Percy comes to camp? PLZ? And Carolion, maybe Hades plans to steal the master bolt, and then it is stolen, by Luke! When Percy goes to the underworld, Hades is like, "Yay it has been stolen for me! And it is here in my possession!" Just an idea.



Ida dissapears in clouds of chaos, and I find myself facing one of the storm spirits, swordless. I can picture it in my cabin, right where I left it...

please Mom, please?! 

I feel the sword materialize in my hand. My fingers fit perfectly in the grooves that are formed by a wooden sheave of wheat wrapped around the handel. I thrust it at the storm spirit, who deflects it whith electricity. Okay, not gonnna work. Before I have time to think, I am thrown back onto the muddy ground. 

submitted by Rose bud (Finn), age 12, sc
(February 11, 2015 - 8:46 am)

That would be fun! As long as everyone else is okay with it, then totally!

submitted by Carolion K, age Classified, North Pole
(February 11, 2015 - 6:55 pm)

Review: Okay, Finn has been trying to fight the storm spirits, he is not your most experienced sword fighter.



Mud splashes onto my face as a couple of Hermes' kids run past me, led by someone I actually recognized, Luke. I slosh around on the mucky ground, until I manage to get to my feet. The Storm spirit, and the campers are gone. The rain has slowed a little bit. There is no one near me, but I hear distant shouts. Something about a Forrest fire? The storm spirits seemed to have dissipated, so I ran to see what the trouble was now.


Queen Elizabeth, I know you are probably still haaving trouble posting. Next time

I see you, tell me if you would like me to post things with Ida in them.  

submitted by Rose bud (Finn), age 12, In my room
(February 11, 2015 - 9:41 am)


Frank was in the Hermes cabin resting after his day of fighting spirits and running from angry dryads ( long story). It was lights-out time, so he was in the dark. There was no sound either except the occasional breathing or someone turning in bed. He drifted into a peaceful sleep, and then... His first half-blood's-dream-that-usually-means-something-bad's-going-to-happen started.

Sorry to make mine so short, but I'm in a car going somewhere! 

submitted by Will T., age 14, GA
(February 11, 2015 - 12:50 pm)

Sorry I haven't written, just busy! Okay, so I think I know what's happening, forgive me if I'm wrong.

Cassandra ~

Nenya and I stand back to back, swords drawn. I haven't the slightest clue how they got in, but at the moment it didn't matter. The main point now was to get rid of them. Nenya and I managed to vanquish a few, though they just kept coming. 

"For Hermes!" shouted a familiar voice, Luke, our cabin leader. 

"For Hermes!" I and other children of Hermes echoed, laying sword against the storm spirits. They're quickly vanquished, though victory is short lived.

"Come on," Luke says breathlessly, charging through the woods. I hear it before I see it. It was the unmistakable roar of fire. The forest was on fire, and unless we got it under control, and FAST, there were going to be many many casualties. 

We worked as quickly as we could, running water from any available water sources, trying to douse the trees. Thankfully we were able to bring it under control relatively quickly. A few dryads had some severe burns, but were expected to live. At the edge of the crowds, I saw Chiron. He didn't try to hide his concern, which meant things were serious. And I the way things worked around here, things were bound to get worse before they got better.

submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule
(February 11, 2015 - 11:13 pm)

I slammed fire with water, trying to douse as much as I could. We had it under control after a while, but something was watching me in the woods...

submitted by Brookeira
(February 12, 2015 - 7:54 am)