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 found that the more bodies he mended, the worse off his mood became. He supposed it was partly due to the fact that the more he used his gifts, the more tired he became. The more tired he became, the more irritated he became. That coupled with the fact that he felt this whole event was a farce added up to one irritable demigod. Though, if he was being honest, his mood rarely ticked above general indifference to begin with.
He fixed up a girl with a bleeding wound and passed on a boy who had a broken collar bone. Bones were not his specialty and never had been. Even while he was blissfully living in the mortal world and studying to be a doctor he had been drawn to internal medicine. He liked studying nerves and all of the connected systems in the human body. There was nothing appealing about a broken bone.
He then worked on a Greek camper who would not shut up. William had tried simply ignoring the girl as she blathered on and on about how well she had fought. As she continued to ask him questions he finally got fed up with the pestering and told her that she had the choice to either stop talking or find a new healer. She had chosen to find another healer which had been just fine with him.
The brunette boy grabbed a water, taking two minutes to himself. He opened the granola bar that he had stuffed in his pocket on the way to the infirmary. It would have to do for lunch. As long as the dolts out there continued to massacre one another, he would be in for a long day. He finished it up and drank another sip of the water before going back out to where the injured were. He was pointed to a dark haired girl and he walked over. "What idiotic event did you partake in?" He asked with an heir of boredom. Taking out the penlight that he now carried in his pocket he clicked it on, one hand moving to hold her chin still while the other shined the light in her eyes.
Claire had definitely underestimated some of the Vulcan kids during the race. In a no limits race they certainly took full advantage. She knocked around a lot once or twice nearly being thrown from the chariot. Nothing life threatening had happened to her which was good. Scrapes, a few cuts, plenty of bruises and one Hades of a headache. Claire was no stranger to the infirmary and she had been in here for much worse, More or less after spars with her half siblings, usually Jax. This was probably nothing, maybe if worst came to it a mild concussion. Definitely not enough to slow her down.
Though waiting to be seen mad her restless the attitude of the one treating foiled her otherwise calm and so far good attitude. She gave a light roll of her eyes as he commented. "Wouldn't call it idiotic..." she said to him as he shined the light in her face. She ran her fingers through her hair that was now unbraided and fell over her shoulders. "If you really wanna know it was chariot racing" she noted. Her one mood not so calm any more. It was serious and a tad stern.
Claire was the type of person to not baby her injuries. Often playing them off as nothing. Noah corrected her in that one time during training. Claire tried to be tough and not look weak. She hated the vulnerable feeling. Even more so when first cohort teased her. She tried not to let it bug her but though she didn't snap at them and pick a fight she certainly remembered what they said. She had hoped maybe the Olympics could change something. A way to prove herself to them.
The girl murmured that she wouldn't call it idiotic and he frowned, chin tilted slightly to the side. His voice was level, utterly indifferent though clearly not buying her suggestion. "Then what would you call subjecting your most vital organ to blunt force trauma in the name of a game for?" He knew the Romans viewed things like this much more differently than the campers of Camp Half-Blood did. Even still, he didn't think she had a leg to stand on in protest of his definition.
He clicked the pen on and shined it in her eyes, his eyes focusing intently on her pupils. One performed perfectly, decreasing instantly. The other did as well, just not to the size that the first had done. Just to be safe he shined it again, noting the same outcome. William grabbed a pair of gloves from the container to his right and put them on. It wasn't exactly necessary, but it was a habit he didn't like breaking. He liked to imagine that one day, when he left, he'd be thankful he hadn't broken that little habit.
The girl said she had done chariot racing and he replied back, "At any point did you lose consciousness? Feel lightheaded or dizzy?" The girl moved her hands through her hair and William noted the cuts and bruises. They would heal, there was nothing that made him pause for concern. He didn't detect any immediate signs of inflammation or infection screaming at him. There was nothing that seemed to be oozing blood which was always a good sign. It looked like she might only need internal fixing which was just fine by him. Her answers would depend on how he would need to proceed of course though. "Where exactly are you in pain?"
Claire shook her head slightly at him. He was Greek and she knew well enough he would understand it. For them fighting was a life style. It was their job to serve the legion and be strong. Being weak was no option here. Besides she had taken a beating before during war games or with Jax. So a headache and some small pain her side wasn't going to kill her. "You wouldn't understand...besides I have dealt with far worse" she said. She was kidding a few times Jax hand landed a harsh blow. After all she had broken his nose the last spar. Claire held no ill regard for the Greeks but they certainly weren't her favorites.
When he asked the question her serious tone remained. He had ruined her good mood and probably would remain that way until she could get out of the here. "I never lost consciousness. Maybe a little dizziness" she noted to him. She almost carried a bore tone as told him. She was just eager to get out of here. Claire didn't like to admit she was vulnerable so this whole coming here was not fun. But a few friends had urged her to go anyway. When he asked about pain she gave a light shrug. "A small amount of pain near my ribs and a headache" she told him.
Claire looked around the room not caring too much to keep her attention on him but she still listened to him. The sooner she was out of here the better she would feel. She leaned back on her hands and waited to see what he would say. She was still a bit shocked they trusted the Greek healers in to help. Of course today there wasn't too much of a choice. There would be a lot of injuries today.
William raised a singular eyebrow as she told him that he wouldn't understand. He thought that he had made his case abundantly clear that he did understand. He had understood it wholly and deemed it idiotic. "I understand your motives but they are just as idiotic as the event itself. Don't insult my intelligence because you feel the need to bash your head against the ground in the name of fun." He clicked the pen light off and stuck it inside of his jacket pocket.
He crossed his arms and tried ignoring the girl herself and instead focused on the injuries inside of her that were lurking inside, right between her ears. There were minimal signs of a contusion. More that pointed to a concussion. Unfortunately, a contusion was one of those things that needed immediate and exact healing. He forced himself to focus back to her and the words that were coming out of her mouth. The minute she began speaking though a line of irritation creased between his brows. "What do you mean maybe? Were you dizzy or not? Are you dizzy now? Did you walk here yourself or were you carried in?" He sighed in irritation. He'd have to physically touch her. She wasn't sound enough of mind to give him clear information. He couldn't rely on her account and he couldn't rule out the possibility of the contusion without physically touching her. A part of the job that he downright loathed.
He had just made peace with that little nugget of information, narrowing down her issues to her brain as she mentioned her ribs and a headache. A headache he presumed, that would match perfectly in line with knocking her head around no matter what her injuries were. Her ribs though? He blinked rapidly, a huff of irritation escaping his lips before looking at her sternly. "Your ribs? Is there anything else you'd like to mention? Bleeding from your ears perhaps? Blindness maybe?"
He knew the Romans could be stubborn and perhaps a little dim-witted when it came to things like this, but the ribs were a part of the human anatomy that was dammingly crucial. He pursed his lips, forcing himself to speak so that he could do what he was required to do. "Does it hurt when you breathe? Do you have pain radiating from a particular area in your ribs? Is that area sensitive to touch? Can you possibly think of any other crucial piece of medical information you would like to relay to me, your healer, before I begin altering your body from the inside out?"
Claire gave him a harsh glare at his comment. He really did just ruin her mood and she was trying her best to hold her tongue. She knew well enough the Greeks didn't understand their ways. They were not used their way of lives. In her opinion they were almost too soft. As if one little tap would hurt them. She shook her head at him refusing to comment. There was no point arguing or wasting her breath. Though if he choice to insult her choices she swore she was going to hit him.
Claire had her own reasoning behind what she said. Claire naturally was a stubborn person even more so when it came to seeming weak in anyway. "A little bit...and yes I walked myself here..." she said bitterly. Her gaze avoided his at all costs. She was really starting to regret coming here. How she had managed to let her friends convince her to come here was beyond her. Though now she certainly wished she hadn't. Or better had waited to be seen by a Roman.
Claire's blue eyes gave him a cold gaze, if looks could kill they certainly would have. She balled her fists tightly trying to avoid the urge to punch him. What good would that do her? She doubted it would knock any reason into him. "No...just be quick and save us both the trouble. It doesn't hurt to breath just a little painful to touch.." she grumbled out. If the mocking and back lash continued by the time he was done there was no guarantee she wasn't going to hit him.
William had apparently said something offensive if the glare that he was receiving from the female demigod was any indication. He had long ago become immune to such minor things though. His best friend made a game out of coming up with creative ways to show his irritation. A glare was more welcomed than a hug would ever be, at least to him anyway. She merely shook her head at his question which was just fine by him. The only thing better than no contact was no speaking. Though that might require him to get creative with the way he needed to phrase things.
William tried to have patience as she bit out the words. A little bit was better than the vague response that he had gotten before. If it had been a passing wave of dizziness he felt more confident that it was not something that needed immediate action like a contusion. If she had a contusion the dizziness would have remained, coupled with a host of other ailments. He nodded, his mind going through all possible outcomes. He was afraid that his original estimation was correct that he, indeed, would have to touch her. There didn't seem to be another way around it. As much as neither of them seemed to be keen on the idea.
The girl was absolutely no help and for some reason she seemed to be growing more and more irritated by the second. He had thought he was being perfectly reasonable, but he supposed he never realized how sensitive Romans could be. For all of their talk about being warriors, it seemed ridiculous to him that a few sentences could have one struggling to keep their composure. Perhaps they needed counseling. A medical tool that he, in no way, could help with. "Alright. Here’s the plan. I think you have a concussion and possibly a bruised rib. I need to physically touch you before I can be certain. Do you have an issue with that?" If she did he was more than happy to point her towards someone else. He took off one his gloves in preparation. The feeling that he in no way wanted to do this clear on his face.
Claire held her tongue for the time being. The sooner this was over the happier she would be. This whole situation was a reminder to why she was so uncertain about the Greeks. They didn't understand their way, nor did they all agree with them. This whole day was supposed to be a celebration, and here he made it sound like it was some kind of joke. She wasn't a fan of people insulting their way of things. If he had trained beside Lupa and served as a Roman he might just understand that. That was the big difference between them and the Greeks. Where Greeks chilled and relaxed, the Romans were serving a sense of Duty. Something that meant a lot to her. She had hardly thought about the future after the legion until after what Castor said to her.
That was probably why she was so irritated and sensitive. Since then her emotions and the walls she had created around herself had cracked. Thoughts wandering her head, thoughts that had never crossed her mind. It usually took a lot to bother Claire but she had already been not herself that just this simple disagreement was about to make her go off. She clenched her jaw slightly, her fists balled at her side.
"Fine but make it quick...its obvious you don't want to do this. Trust me neither do I...the sooner were done the sooner we can be rid of each others sights...deal?" she replied to him. Her tone was stern as she spoke to him. It seemed reasonable enough. But if he so much as made another remark she wasn't going to hesitate to swing.
William crossed his arms across his chest as he waited for her to make up her mind. If he had a choice on the matter, he would have much preferred sending her off to another healer, but he had already done that once today. He didn't want anyone thinking he was trying to skip out on his duties. He had a job to do and he would do it. Period. His personal opinions didn't matter and they didn't have a place in the OR. Technically the room he was working in was about as far from an OR as one could have, but the more he called it that, the better it made all of this feel. He could pretend he was a normal guy working on normal people. Not a godly-gifted being working on other godly-gifted children.
The girl bit out a reply, informing him that the sooner he could get on with it, the sooner they'd be rid of each other. He almost made her promise it, but decided that would just be a waste of time. He kept the gloves on, he'd still be able to read her with them on and at least they'd off a small buffer between her skin and his. William closed his eyes, hand touching her arm. Her blood pressure was elevated, her cortisol and testosterone levels were also elevated which accounted for the anger. There was swelling in the brain, but it was minimal. William willed the nerves to accept more oxygen, the inflammation to go down. One small push to deaden the nerves that were causing the pain in her head.
He pulled his hand away from her. "You have a concussion. I willed the inflammation to go down but it'd be smart to rest for the next few days. If you begin to feel dizzy or if your headache returns come to the medic tent immediately." William tugged the gloves off, throwing them in the trash bin before moving over to the sink and washing his hands thoroughly. Once he grabbed a towel he turned to face the girl. "Do you need anything else?"
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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