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.
William was not your typical Apollo kid. He loathed sunshine, hated most singers, limericks annoyed him and he preferred his own company over that of anyone else's, If it hadn't been for his powers, he might have considered the possibility that he was adopted by the God of the sun, not born from his godly blood. He couldn't imagine what kind of a hellacious affair a godly adoption process might look like, but it was a lot more fun thinking about that then the idea that he was simply the black sheep of his family.
He had been in this new camp for a week, which was only one week more than he had been in the previous camp. This new camp had been an adjustment of course, especially compared to how he had thought his life would be going, but it was oddly one that fit him well. The Romans cared more about acts of valor versus acts of humanity. He found that he could excel a lot easier here in his tasks, mostly because they dealt with things one on one. Running by oneself, studying by oneself, training by oneself. They were all things he could do while pretending that there was no one else around. Sure the legionary-styled fighting made him want to vomit with how close it required him to be around people, but thankfully they had overlooked him ducking out if it which meant him spending more time in the healing tent which he was again, happy to do.
The Romans were much easier to heal than the Greeks. There was no awkward conversation, no small talk, and gods above no hugging like the Greeks were usually prone to do when he fixed something. No, they came in broken and left mended. All that usually transpired was a hold still murmured from him and a grunt of thanks from them before taking their leave. It was a blessed change of scenery for him.
Still, there were times when he needed to get away. There were times when he craved his own company, open space that allowed him to properly think and breathe. So, he set out intending to wind up in the woods, unfortunately, he must have taken a very wrong turn somewhere along the way because he had ended up in a large circle. Instead of going back to his barracks he had decided to head to the pool. They called it something irritatingly long and annoying, but a pool was what it was.
William walked in and didn't look around. He took his jacket off and slung it over his arm, slipping his shoes off as he walked along the pool's edge. He sat down in a spot near the far corner's edge and rolled up his pant's leg. He hadn't intended on swimming, but just dipping his feet in the water would suffice. He put his feet into the water, the cool liquid settling his nerves.
The anger that radiated off the young woman was toxic to those around her. Many that knew her, especially her siblings, learned to keep far away when she was angry. Today was one of those days. The random sparks of rage that she felt were enough to cause an earthquake from the feet running out of her way. They knew to stay away, and she was glad. People that knew her had learned that staying away and letting her rage was the best option. It was something they had discovered three years ago, after her sister's death and the rage within her grew. She had let the darkness in, and it consumed her.
The only difference now? Camp Halfblood was gone, destroyed, and they were left homeless. At least, for a little while. The move to Camp Jupiter, a Roman camp for the demigods of the Greek's counterparts, had welcomed them. Or rather, begrudgingly allowed them a shelter to stay safe. The way some of them looked at the Greeks, she knew they weren't trusted. They weren't like them; they were darker, more powerful, and maybe a little scary. The only thing was, Alessia was also frightening. One of her siblings had even joked that she should have been born to Jupiter instead of Zeus, her anger mirroring the Romans. She glared at him, and he practically peed himself as he disappeared.
Alessia had wondered how Alessandra would have taken to the move if she would have found Camp Jupiter as attractive as she had. Or if she too would have been on edge and untrusting. Alessia didn't trust well; she looked out for number one most of the time. At least, when she was at camp, if she were out on a quest, that would have been a completely different story. She would have made sure everyone survived, unlike a certain son of Hades she loathed. The thought of that bastard had her hands ball into a fist as she moved, her boot-covered feet practically shaking the earth as she stomped. Her emotions fueled her, and before she knew it, she found solace in the silence.
The Irish-tempered woman growled to herself as she became lost; she didn't know this place. This wasn't her home; this wasn't the life that she wanted. She should be the one dead, not her sister...slowly, a sting of pain went up her arm, and her gaze moved down. She had punched a f**king tree, a curse leaving her lips as she gazed down at it. Slowly, the young woman began to pick splinters out of her knuckles, her feet walking as she headed in whatever direction she was. She wasn't sure, at least, not until her shoes grew wet and the sound of water filled her ears.
Moving her eyes away from the blood knuckles, she took in where she was standing. It was a pool...and her socks were slowly becoming moist.
William glanced to the left and then slowly to the right. There wasn't a soul in the room with him and he found himself finally able to relax. People didn't exactly put him on edge, he simply hated being near them. They all tended to be filled with so much emotion, so many hormone-driven rages and desires. It was frankly overwhelming and he found it slightly maddening that they couldn't just control themselves better. He had wondered, while he was a child, if there was something wrong with him. He was never prone to fits of rage or sadness. Things that made others cry and shirk away from never phased him. Things that others enjoyed, he loathed. He had wondered if he had been born with something missing that didn't make him normal.
Then he had grown up a bit and realized that he was perfectly fine, it was just the way that he was. It was all of the other people who were crazy. It was a little like being the only sober person in a constant house party where everyone was inebriated. The still quiet of the pool was a welcomed reprieve from it all. He took another long deep breath in and out before closing his eyes to the world around him.
It seemed though that the world didn't want to leave him be. The door opened and William opened one eye to see who was approaching, closing it again when he realized it was another Greek. Had it been a Roman he might have just gotten up and walked out, but he had seen the other person around the Greek camp before. He didn't know her of course, but he had only been there two weeks before the place had gone up in flames.
William closed his eyes again, intent on ignoring her and letting her do whatever she came there to do, but he felt that gods-awful familiar pull in his gut and he opened his eyes again, a soft swear coming out of his lips. She was bleeding. One hand carefully extracting something out of the other. There were multiple lacerations to her joints and if he was correct, which he more than likely was, a few pieces in the metacarpophalangeal joints. Those wouldn't be easy.
He looked over at her, speaking up, his words perfectly flat and level. "I'm a healer. Do you want help cleaning the wound or are you content with a round of antibiotics for the sepsis later?" There was no criticism or judgement. He personally didn't care either way. He just had to ask. That's all he had to do.
The curses that were muttered from the woman's lips were barely heard in the echo of the pool. The sound of the water lapping against the sides of their confinement filling the void and covering the swear words that would make any child cover their ears. She could practically hear a toddler screaming something about a swear jar in mind—the splintering pieces of bark, the feeling of the water soaking through to her socks.
This day couldn't get any worse, right? She thought to herself as she stepped back. And then it happened, a voice that echoed around her and made her groan internally. Had to jinx yourself, Alessia, she thought to herself.
'I'm a healer. Do you want help cleaning the wound, or are you content with a round of antibiotics for the sepsis later?' Dark eyes moved from her knuckles to take in the voice, a male that looked around her age; he wasn't bad looking, but not her type. She wrinkled her nose, "Sepsis? From punching a tree?" she questioned, as if not believing him. What was she to know though, she wasn't a healer; she was a fighter.
"Unless you got some tweezers for these stupid splinters, I doubt cleaning it will do anything..." she muttered to herself, making no move from her current position.
William kicked his legs in the water and tried not to think about how many bodies had swam in its depths. He had assumed they were using chlorine or some magical version of the chemical but it was still unsettling. He leaned back on his hands, legs softly moving in the water, not wanting to interrupt the stillness that was in the room. He had looked over at the girl who had stepped into the space. Her face looked as if her mind was miles away and she seemed almost caught off guard that she was in the area.
The girl's eyes made contact with him quickly and he resisted the urge to look away. That was something he still had to get used to. While he was growing up, he perfected the art of blending in. He was perfectly content with staying in the background, no matter the situation. When he got a little older all eyes, at least of the female variety, went to his best friend. He was fine with that. He preferred that. Walking into the camp had changed things though. Campers tended to size up one another as a common practice and it was still hard for him to take at times.
William raised an eyebrow as she mentioned she punched a tree. He couldn’t fathom any reason in the world that would make someone want to punch a solid and unwavering organic structure but many of the things these people did stood outside of his realm of logic. His brow lowered, his attention going back to the water, a small sigh of irritation leaving his lips before replying. "I can't say it's a guaranteed path to sepsis but I sense trigger points in your metacarpophalangeal joints which more than likely is from embedded shards of…tree." William hated it when he was questioned. Mainly because he hated how he knew so much. He missed the days when he assumed his medical sixth-sense came from being studious and not some godly deity.
The girl seemed to accept the help, asking about tweezers and he moved his jacket around so he could open the pocket. "I have a trauma kit that I always keep with me." That had been something he had done since he had been a child. One never knew when a band-aid or tourniquet would come in handy. "Would you like to sit down next to me or would you prefer standing?" He looked up at her, trauma kit in his hands. It didn't personally matter to him, it was the patient's comfort that took priority. "So, was this a normal tree that you took offense to? Or some sort of poisoned one that you had to fight your way out of?" He hoped it was the first. His kit didn't have antidotes inside.
Trusting people, let alone allowing them to help her, was not something Alessia was okay with. Trusting people? It got you hurt. Needing their help? It got a persona a one-way ticket to the Underworld. But was getting someone to look at the wound that she had inflicted upon herself going to get her killed? The Camp protected them, and if it came to it, many would fight to protect everyone inside. They weren't on a quest...she wouldn't end up like her sister. An internal conflict brewed inside of her as the expression upon the male's face changed.
He likely was judging her for what she had done to hurt herself, and really, she was judging herself as well. Who the Hades punched a tree? A wall, maybe; a tree, that was the worst idea. Beating a person, now that was a better idea. Her attention changed to daydreaming about punching Nikolai in the face. A sadistic grin slowly appeared on her lips as she thought about it. She was barely listening to the male as he went on about shards from a tree, not guaranteeing sepsis, but it's a trigger point, blah, blah, blah.
Alessia slowly agreed to the help, though she had hoped he couldn't do much. He'd send her on her way, but the minute she mentioned tweezers, he told her that he had a trauma kit. Her brain instantly labeled him as a nerd. 'Would you like to sit down next to me, or would you prefer standing?' He looked at her, the kit that he mentioned having produced before her eyes. She rolled them, moving forward and plopping down next to him, not answering his question, and instead, she held out her hand.
'So, was this a normal tree that you took offense to? Or some sort of poisoned one that you had to fight your way out of?' Alessia let out a dry laugh, lacking emotion and only frustration, "It was a normal tree," she huffed out. Was she about to tell him that she had imagined it was Nikolai's face? No, she wasn't.
The girl who stood in front of William seemed to be in her own head, not blathering on and on about her predicament which was just fine by him. That was a trait that the Romans had gotten right. The urge to go on and explain why one did something was a point of weakness in the Greek camp. He couldn't care less about the reason. What did that have to do with him? He never could understand it. But at least his current patient was of the same mind, which would at least make this interaction less painful than it had to be.
The girl rolled her eyes at his question as she moved to him and William paused. An annoying feeling passed over him. It wasn't as if he particularly hoped that this girl would allow him the opportunity to fix her. He didn't care either way, he could ignore the red flags that almost begged him to help her. If she thought she was doing him any favors by interacting with him then she had another thing coming to her. "Do you want the help or not? I can just as well leave you to your infection if you don't want to drop the attitude." The words came out level. There were no hurt feelings, just annoyance that rang clear as day. He crossed his arms waiting on her to either decide to apologize or tell him off.
She mentioned it was a normal tree and he supposed that would make the job more easier if he indeed decided to pursue helping her. He could sense the irritation in her. Heck, half of camp could probably feel the heat that was radiating off of this girl, but he wouldn't put up with a crappy attitude directed at him for no reason. It wasn't like he particularly enjoyed helping people who behaved rudely. He could just as well go and let her stew in her anger by herself. He had plenty of reading to do. Plenty of things to keep him busy around his barrack. He could ignore the stupid feeling in his chest that told him she needed help.
All the Greeks knew of Alessia's attitude had since her sister died. They barely commented on it now, mostly ignoring and avoiding her when they could. Only a fair few knew to stand up to her to meet her rage with their own strong words. It was rare, but it was something that Alessia respected. The Romans were mainly the ones that stood their ground against the daughter of Zeus, but that was because they saw themselves as more robust. They were warriors, children of a more violent side of their parents. Though they were technically the same gods, just different names, they held diverse attributes. And those attributes had translated into the DNA of their child.
But this guy, a familiar yet not familiar Greek, was enough to stand his ground against her. Calling out her attitude in a level tone, one that had her lips purse and her eyes narrow at him. But she didn't comment. Instead, her boiling rage was slowly diminishing, as if a fire had been thrown on it. She sighed, nodding her head, "I do," she breathed out, her voice sounding like a hissing fire that had water thrown upon its stones. It was her calming rage, the boiling of it all disappearing. It was still there, but like a calming storm, so was she. It was still electrifying but not enough to hurt. "No more attitude, do what you have to," she added, nodding her head as if that was the only apology that she was going to give him.
She very rarely said the words 'I'm sorry' anymore; those two words were right up the pole as a three-letter word that she refused to think about. "I'm Alessia, by the way," she said, her eyes staring straight down at the injured hand, refusing to look at him. Though her face didn't show it, she felt somewhat bad for snapping at him. While she was a Hellhoundess, it didn't mean she was unfeeling of remorse or guilt; it just rarely breathed life in her.
William watched in silence as she narrowed her eyes at him. It was a look that he was quite familiar with. That look tended to either proceed with a physical or verbal altercation. He didn't know what her power was, but judging from the hairs rising up on his arms, it was something to do with the elements. That wouldn't fair well if she indeed decided to attack him physically.
He made sure to make no sudden movements, his hand aloft over the kit that he was holding. If she did attack, it would be a coin toss to see who made a connection first. Which one of their powers would be the first to strike the other. He had a feeling that he may lose that one, but if by some miracle he was first, he knew he'd have to act quickly. He'd have to overwhelm her senses in the blink of an eye. The verbal assault he could handle, gods knew that well enough.
Thankfully, the tension seemed to ease just as quickly as it had come. The girl sighed, speaking the words out loud. He figured that she was speaking them more to herself than she was to him so he continued to let her work through whatever mental fight she was battling with herself. As she agreed to drop the attitude, William gave her a nod in acknowledgment. Good enough with him. He didn't need any apologies nor sympathetic sentiments. He had a job to do and he was fine with moving along with the task.
William carefully opened up the kit and gently took her injured hand in his. He hated that he wasn't wearing gloves. The minute his skin made contact with hers, that all too familiar sensation of a thousand bits of information flooded him. He set the kit down on the other side of himself. She gave him her name and he spoke as he observed the area, "I'm William. Who's your godly parent?" The question was slightly more to sooth his own curiosity, though it would also help with discharge information later on.
He leaned over and grabbed the small bottle of alcohol, opening it up carefully. He urged the surrounding nerves in her hand to temporarily numb. "First is a simple alcohol solution. You shouldn't feel any pain." He carefully poured the liquid over the wound. Grabbing a cotton ball next, he began drying the area. Sterilization was always step one before breaching the skin.
He set the bottle down and grabbed the pair of tweezers. They were already cleaned and ready to go, but as he moved towards the wound he knew he should probably attempt at making some sort of conversation with the girl. Bedside manner never came easy to him, but he also knew that most people enjoyed talking about themselves when given the chance. "Is this part of some sort of training?" The question came out level. The boy not honestly knowing nor truthfully caring about what the other campers spent their time doing these days.
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.
