A/N: Hey! Looking into my third OC story, and I need you, the readers to help, there's a bit of story here, and the OC rules at the bottom of the page, so send me your character(s) if you're interested!
30 January, 1649, London.
"You've lost, so-called 'pure' half-bloods. Parliament has taken control from your beloved Charles, and now he is dead. Lord Protector Cromwell, son of Demonic Minerva, has seized the leadership of our proud nation, and the time has come for you, the cowards that pass for demigods, sons and daughters of Greece and Rome, to leave the isles!" Laughed a man with brown hair in a bowl-shaped cut, and clad in steel roman-style armor. The puritan movement was a brilliant step! The gods' mightiest forms shall take the world by storm; there is little purpose to your existence; I suggest that you be glad for our mercy, and head for the new world colonies. We will consider your fate then, should we meet before the God-Demons take the earth for their own." He finished, shooting down a few of the cornered crowd he was speaking to with a pistol, but allowing the others to escape; the fighting was simply too much, there was no way that Cromwell would allow the war to continue; their purpose had been accomplished, and with the perception of the gods as demons soon to run hot, the God-Demons would soon storm the world.
29 May, 1661, somewhere in Scotland.
"There they are! Kill the roundhead bastards!" Declared the military captain, incidentally a son of Ares, as his army converged upon a group of Demon Demigods gathered in a grove deep within a remote forest far north of Edinburgh. After a year of hiding, there they were, the last remnants of Cromwell's forces, and by extension, the so-called children of the God-Demons, the ones who'd nearly destroyed the world, and would surely again. "CHARGE!" The commander ordered, leading his force into the glen, shooting and spearing at everything that moved.
"That was our last hope..." Muttered one of the few survivors of the attack. "How the hell did they find us?" He demanded, shooting the leader an angry look.
"They must have had a demigod searching for us, we can't do anything but make like our much less bold cousins and find asylum in the new world, perhaps we can found a settlement, like theirs in New Netherland." Muttered the lead.
Present day, Detroit, Michigan.
"Hank! WE NEED TO MOVE!" Shouted Lauren, one of his companions on the quest, in reference to the rapidly spreading fire that would almost certainly envelop the building, and cause it to collapse in only a paltry few minutes' time.
Hank Johns, son of Hephaestus, wasn't expecting this. It seemed like a routine quest, just destroy some machinery used by some pockets of Gaea supporters, and kill any cyclopes, telekines, etc. that attacked you. But of course some kind of greek fire trap just had to spring on them, and here they were, him, Lauren Rikert, daughter of Demeter, and Lance Marselius, son of Boreas. Near death, and their time inching closer to empty with each second.
"There! I see an exit!" Shouted Hank, making a break for a convenient side door, his companions in tow. They bolted out the exit, but were stopped immediately after by a mysterious young woman with purple eyes, ginger hair, wearing a long black skirt, and a leather jacket, and clutching a black umbrella, closed, spontaneously floating down from the sky.
"Hello there, so I see the fire didn't work..." She muttered. "That's no fun, bunnies can't just stay alive..." She continued. "Looks like miss Tish Mereva needs to get her hands dirty..."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Demanded Lance as he launched an icy wind at the woman, who jumped over it with incredible speed, and kicked Lance in the back of the head hard with a stiff black heel, killing him.
"What the hell!?" Demanded Hank as he cloaked his hands in flames, and rushed at Tish, only to be frozen by a blast of icy wind.
"Hm, my sculptures look better with no heads..." She decided, and whacked Hank's head off with the steel-tipped handle of her umbrella.
"NO MORE!" Sobbed Lauren as she generated vines to attack the mysterious woman, but found those vines promptly burned.
"Tell your little club that some old friends are visiting!" Cheered Tish as she leaped into the air, and left the city for parts unknown.
Present Day, somewhere in Kansas.
"One guy!?" Shouted the leader of the third cohort, as they found their way into a long since abandoned cornfield. The entire third cohort was sent to this bumfuck nowhere town to find some army that kept slaughtering monsters and demigods alike, whole battalions dead in seconds, and here they were, and all they found was one loser sitting out in a cornfield at 12:00 am.
"Weeeeeeelllll, I see the oh-so-elite troops of Camp Jupiter have taken an interest in yours truly, what a glorious day..." The man muttered sarcastically, as he got up, giving the cohort the opportunity to see him. He was young, maybe 18 or 19, and bore a good deal of resemblance to former praetor Jason Grace, but the hair was off, this man had spiked black hair with bits of white here and there, and it was slightly longer than Jason's. He wore a gray jacket with no shirt and gloves, along with brown cargo pants. Slung on his back was a mysterious steel cylinder.
"Are you the Kansas army?" Asked The squadron leader, suddenly nervous over the matter.
"So that's what you fuckers are calling me!" He laughed. "See for yourself!" Suddenly, the cylinder on his back began to rotate, and 13 steel swords emerged from it, carried by strong winds localized around them. "Behold the round table!" The swords launched forward with incredible speed, and swarmed the cohort, killing the majority of them in seconds. "Now for the rest of you..." He muttered as he called down lightning strikes that killed all of the remainder save for the leader. "Tell them Brian Grace sent you." He laughed as the final soldier retreated.
"May, wake up! Lauren has some news!" Shouted a boy from the Athena cabin May didn't really know.
May groaned, this was far earlier than she wished to wake up during the summer, but this was still a bit pressing, the last bits of Gaea's supporters were to be eliminated, and she was one of the three assigned to one of these cleanup missions... "Well, looks like I need to find out what they're up to..." Muttered May, as she changed out of her red pajamas into her standard camp attire of an orange camp t shirt, jean shorts, and brown sandals, and began to vainly attempt a taming of her ever-unkempt black hair. "After all, I may need to fight a few of them, my enemy must be known..." She concluded as she grabbed her sword, the celestial bronze katana that the Hephaestus cabin had made for her after the seemingly endless bunker raids she'd conducted in their service, and left the Athena cabin for the ampitheater.
"The woman just killed Lance with a kick, and then... then she gained his power! AND THEN THE SAME THING HAPPENED TO HANK!" Lauren sobbed. "She said something about 'old friends' and left." Sighed Lauren, thoroughly tired and out of patience, she bolted from the stage, for the sake of solitude.
"Well, I believe I know the nature of our problem here." Noted Chiron, panic in his eyes.
"Well then, why don't you give us the low-down?" Snarked Dionysus, a bit impatient over any explanation of the mysterious deaths.
"That woman was a demon demigod."
"Demon demigod?" The crowd collectively inquired.
"You are no doubt familiar with the fact that over time, the gods take different forms, different personae that carry over if they spend enough time in them; that's why there are both Greek and Roman demigods. There are three, however, the third split from us long ago." Began Chiron. "You see, with the large scale conversion to Christianity across the Roman empire in light of emperor Constantine, the gods were largely forgotten, relegated to fiction at best, and at worst, believed to be demonic deceivers intent on direct rule of humanity. Over the next 500 years, the gods became slowly more violent, controlling, and their benevolent sides began to disappear. Thankfully, just as they were set to become the totalitarian rulers of humanity, King Charlemagne, son of Zeus, restored a bit of the gods' old identity. This proved sufficient to keep the God-Demons at bay, and the renaissance brought the old spirit of the gods back once again. However, another movement was brewing around the same time; the reformation led to the rise of Christian fundamentalism, and this in turn pushed back. The Greek, Roman, and Demonic personae were let out in equal measure, and thus, a conflict arose between the demigods as an extension of this. In 1600s England, a civil war was fought, and the demonic demigods won, only to be unseated 11 years later. This caused not only the first schism between demigod types, but also created a bitter rivalry between the factions, it's quite likely that the demonic demigods have returned."
"What do you suppose they want? I can't even remember being a demon!" Shouted a panicked Dionysus.
"They seem to be hunting demigods down, there is only one course of action, then. We must fortify the camp, and prepare to be besieged; it is only a matter of time before we are found, and as demigods, they can bypass the barrier." Answered Chiron. "In addition, it's for the best that we send out a party on a quest, for the purpose of reconnaissance, to determine their number, strength, and the like."
"Who wants to lead the quest?" Asked Dionysus. No reply. "There'll be glory!" Still nothing. "Well if no one is going to-"
"I'll take it!" Shouted May, before she knew quite what she was doing.
"Very well, May Kleid, you are a hero leading a quest, go to the oracle, and recruit two companions." Instructed Chiron.
"Gaius sir!" Shouted a scraggly-looking messenger as he ran to the Roman praetor. The leader of the Third Cohort has returned, with new information on the Kansas Army.
"What, bring all of them then!" Ordered Gaius.
"Well, that's the problem, their leader is the only survivor, and the report says that one man did it...
"Get a scholar to search the records, and find the augurs." Ordered Gaius. Something seemed very wrong, and without some action, there would be tartarus to pay.
A/N: So, now I need some OCs... Are you up to it? Here is a list of OCs needed:
Preface: This takes place four or so years after The Heroes of Olympus, so the canon main characters are mostly elsewhere. Consequently avoid mentioning them in your bios
I need a total of about 8 Greek and 12 Roman Demigods. Two from each will be chosen as questers, the others will play a larger role in sieges.
I also need 3 more Demonic Demigods.
Here is the bio:
Name (first and last):
Age (no younger than 15):
Gender:
Sexuality (if bisexual or pansexual, note whether they tend more toward boys or girls):
Godly Parent:
Mortal Parent:
Powers:
Weapons:
Appearance
Eyes:
Hair:
Height:
Build:
Standard Clothes:
Night:
Swim:
Personality:
Flaw(s):
Likes:
Dislikes:
Past:
Theme Song (Optional):