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.
Noah couldn’t help the shaky laugh that made it past his lips. "No, they aren’t worth it," he acknowledged her words. "But I can’t back down from this. Not without help-" He couldn’t stop his body from shaking uncontrollably, no matter how often he tried. He was cold and hot at the same time. His blood should be boiling with rage but instead, it was cold, turning into a rush of ice. A feeling so cold it hurt from the inside out. Not sure if it was entirely a mental thing or a side effect of his powers, he tried to take a deep breath and another one. It was all he could do.
Needless to say, he felt absolutely helpless. He noticed silhouettes disappearing from his peripheral view, the sound of multiple booted feet shuffling away. The boy that was being shielded by her was picked up and carried away, or dragged away really, by his companions. Well, if this wasn’t a great first impression. Noah had lost focus by the departure of everyone around them. Astonished, that they all listened to her without complaining. He wondered, if even for just a moment, how she managed to do that. Because maybe if only she had arrived sooner or he had held back a little longer, this could have all been avoided. But it was too late now anyway. There was no going back or taking back, even if he wanted to.
How am I any better? He thought to himself, a torturing thought that he surely would keep thinking after today’s events. They may have started bullying his sister but he was the one on the verge of hurting others, no, he already was hurting them. Including the brunette in front of him. His palm stung where he had cut himself on the blade that tried to separate him from them. He was surprised by her action, her taking the bloody hand into hers, as well as the one he used to channel his gift. Holding the tension and his grasp on her heart despite the contact, he directed his gaze downward. Electric blue eyes narrowing slightly in sheer concentration.
He wasn’t trying to hurt her even more, he was trying to will himself to stop. Something stirred inside his mind, something foreign. It wasn’t supposed to be there, feeling as if someone was trying to intrude his mind and meddle with his thoughts.
'… you are hurting me…'
For some reason her words stung, a pain so great as if he was getting stabbed in his own heart. His eyes widened in surprise and shock, astonished by the power behind those four words. He grimaced, squinting and narrowing those blue orbs at her. Astonished, confused, surprised, shocked, baffled. Noah felt his grip loosen, her heart suddenly becoming as slippery as soap. Holding on to it had become a challenge because it tried to wiggle itself free. He wanted to respond but his lips wouldn’t move. There were no words coming out of his own mouth. I want to but I can't-
'… l… let… me go…'
As if someone had cut a rope that was bound between the two of them he staggered back, gasping in bewilderment. Immediately he let go of her hands, pushing himself further away. His legs gave up, not having the strength needed to hold the boy up anymore. He stumbled, tripped, and fell. Taking a deep breath as if he had been holding his own the whole time he dug his fingers into the ground underneath him.
Fatigue and exhaustion instantly took over, grabbing and pulling him towards them in an alluring duet. Calling for him like a delicate sonata, harmonizing in unison, a peaceful melody he ought to listen to. Somehow, he found his gaze wandering up and back towards the girl. The sight of her made him gasp once more before he scrambled back. Closing his eyes to avoid looking at her he swallowed hard before barely finding the strength needed to pull himself up, so he did, and failed.
Down on his knees, he punched at the ground, dirt covering his knuckles. A tearless sob escaped his lips. "I-," he began, unsure of what to say, of what he should say. He was feeling terribly sorry and guilty for everything that happened. "I… I’m sorry," he breathed, gasping for air. "I… this… I shouldn’t have…" A variety of thoughts were sluggishly moving around in his head as he tried to find the right words, although he didn’t know what else he could say to mend the situation other than apologizing an immense amount of times.
The blond took another shuddering breath, his entire frame still shaking, drowning out the noise of blood rushing through his head as it still dominated over all the other sounds. Blinking rapidly to clear his sight, eyes most likely bloodshot by now and red around the lid, he looked up, attempting to meet her gaze despite the shame he felt. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I… you should probably go to the infirmary. I’m so, so awfully sorry." Despite the nonstop trembling he shook his head, a weak hand reaching up to his nose as he felt the blood dripping down, one by one until it formed a path down to his lips. Was he supposed to laugh? Cry? No, he felt like screaming, feeling so angry at himself. He couldn't even blame the Greek kids because even if they started this, it wasn't their fault the son of Apollo lost control.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] "Great," he commented, enjoying the soft sound of the music playing in the background. It helped him find the flow of blood, aided him in keeping focused on healing. Making himself comfortable on the stool he reached for her arm once she lifted the sleeve of her shirt up. "Nice to meet you Aurora," he said, narrowing his eyes at the cut on her arm and the bruises around it. Noah decided to tend to those first as they were much easier to deal with. "Although I guess the Infirmary isn’t necessarily the greatest place to meet," he added and let out a soft laugh, warm eyes glancing at her face for a brief moment.
He let his hand wander around the area with the bruises, just hovering close to the skin but not touching it. Warmth was emitted from his hand as he paused on each, concentrating and watching as each one faded, the purple greenish color of it vanishing from her skin. The blond smiled, more at himself and the satisfaction of healing her wounds one by one. Sure, he could simply give her a glass of nectar or a small cube of ambrosia but the Romans were stricter when it came to the usage of both. They needed to ration, especially with the arrival of the Greeks, thus he ended up using his own healing abilities more. At least it was something he was comfortable and skilled with after years and years of practice.
Noah squinted again, this time focusing on the nasty cut. He ran a finger along the edges of it, feeling the broken skin and cut flesh underneath the visible wound. He was reaching and searching for the one that was invisible to the naked eye. "Must have been quite a journey from Long Island to Berkely," he said, biting his lower lip while he continued assessing the cut. "This might sting a little-" he warned, watching as the skin started moving and closing slowly.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Noah tilted his head softly to the side, eyebrows still raised in expectancy, although she made it clear to him that the wound wasn’t anything serious. The experienced healer doubted that. Even without his abilities, he could have spotted it from far away. It was something his mother, who was working as a paramedic, had taught him when he was younger. Mostly to make sure he knew how to judge his own injuries because she was worried he had inherited her thickheadedness. Fortunately, he didn’t… not really. He could be a little stubborn but then again, everyone was to a certain degree even if it varied from reason to reason.
"Mhm, I see," he mumbled, nodding slightly in utter pretense. The blond took a step forward, blue eyes briefly flicking to the spear she was now leaning on rather than having it in her hands which he supposed was of better advantage for him, even though he knew she could most likely have its tip pointed at his face in a millisecond. Noah removed one of his arms from where it was resting just below his armpit, pointing at her hip. "See, perks of having inherited part of my father's ability and skill is that I can practically feel the blood dripping from it," he let her know, smiling with closed lips at her before he gave her a shake with his head. "There’s no way of fooling me. I mean nice try but do try better next time." He tried making a point by lifting his eyebrows a little higher. The number of campers that tried getting away with the same old excuse was astonishingly high. Noah was nothing but used to getting told they were fine, alright, it was nothing to worry about. However, that never stopped him from treating their injuries.
He slipped a dagger out of its sheath that was wrapped around his thigh, flipping it around so he was holding on to the blade, skillful hands making sure not to cut himself. "So you're telling me if I nudge that area it would be all good?" he asked, joking of course, as he playfully pretended to poke her with the hilt of his dagger.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Camp Jupiter’s hospitality towards the Greeks probably wasn’t as they hoped it would be. Although, that was mostly the fault of the Romans’ pride and prejudices. Ever since the news of Greek demigods needing shelter was announced, there was a certain restlessness among the Roman demigods. Noah was one of the few who didn’t care much about their heritages and whatever blood feuds their ancestors had been in. Unlike others, he hadn’t been interested in intentionally seeking trouble with the Greeks to prove how much better they were.
A couple of Centurions had been elected to prepare starter kits, some sort of welcome package, for the new arrivals. It was a way to show that they cared… even if it was just a little bit. A small gesture of kindness as one of the other centurions had put it. But mostly it was needed to be done since the majority of campers arrived in horrible condition after fighting their way to the other side of the country.
The Infirmary was bustling with demigods in need of some stitches and tea. Tea was always a good idea to calm others down - especially if mixed with special ingredients. Harmless ingredients of course. A dash of grind-up dried passionflower in a freshly brewed pot of chamomile tea infused with lavender and valerian did the trick. Noah wasn’t in need of calming but a pot of exactly that mixture sounded heavenly right now.
Noah carried two large boxes filled with new t-shirts, purple of course, with the golden SPQR logo embroidered in the middle of it. There was a time when he wondered how they got a hold of all the things they needed but at some point, you just stop questioning the weirdness that came with being a descendant of a seemingly mythological being. He gave the thought a small shrug before pushing open the door that led into the Second Cohort barracks, figuring it would be offering more space than the other barracks did since the second was short of legionnaires these days.
Balancing the neat stack of boxes towards an emptied bunk he carefully put them down with a soft plop. "Here we go. One hundred t-shirts in all sizes available," Noah said, lifting up one to examine it. It looked like all the other purple camp t-shirts. Nothing spectacular… to them at least. "A ‘Beware: Greek’ printed on the back might have been nice, don’t you think?" he laughed, folding it back into the square shape it came in and putting it aside. "Hmm," the blonde let out as he fished out a list from the pocket of his jeans - a list with all the things they were supposed to put in those welcome packages. Blue eyes hovered over each word as he went over the listed items. "Did you bring the newcomer guides?"
Noah rarely lost control, control over his powers, over himself. There had been more occasions in the past but he had steadily learned to keep it together. Nevertheless, a great outburst of emotions, fear he kept locked away deep inside of him, the stress caused by the arrival of the Greeks… it all came together. Ready to guide his hand towards the trigger.
Blue eyes, usually shining bright with kindness, had lost all their warmth as he stared at the Greek. His hand was still outstretched towards the boy, the muscles in his arm tense. He could feel the blood rushing through the boy’s veins, pumping through the heart he was holding on to tight.
Badum. Badum. Badum.
The sound of life. A life that could be easily ended with just one tiny squeeze.
The blond had already drowned out all the background noise, all the voices, gasps, and pleads for him to stop. All he could hear right now was the blood rushing through his ears and the whimper of the boy in front of him. This could have all been avoided if he had listened to the centurion. Sure, Noah didn’t mean for this to happen, for it to escalate so quickly. Something ought to happen but it wasn’t supposed to be this. He could feel the guilt slowly forming like a heavy lump inside his own chest, begging him to stop before it’s too late. But they didn’t stop when he asked them nicely, did they?
A voice managed to make it through him, although he couldn’t hear her clearly. Her voice was muffled as if he was standing in the middle of a waterfall - a never-ending rush of water, drowning him, keeping him under, not wanting to let go. "They didn’t listen when I told them to stop. What makes you think I will?" His face contorted into a cruel scowl, eyebrows raised in an inquisitive manner. "I’m just returning the favor," he said, though, there was a small crack in his voice towards the end of the sentence.
Noah was just about to take another step forward when a brunette slid in front of his sight. He stopped, faltering slightly, losing focus on the boy and releasing the pressure on his heart. Blue eyes were seeking the individual that blocked part of his view, taking a shuddering breath. Upon releasing the pressure on the heart he held so tightly in his fist the tension in his body gave in a little, forcing it to shake uncontrollably.
The son of Apollo’s eyes regained some of their warmth for a brief moment and for a second he thought he was actually able to recover control… if only it was this easy. Control had slipped out of his grip, entirely out of reach. All he could do was to watch it fall away, terror and dread taking over.
"No-" he stammered, his outstretched hand shaking. His eyes darted back and forth between the girl and the guy. He tried looking for Kade, for the splotch of red, but his entire vision had tunneled and was tinted a dark scarlet. He hoped she left, not wanting her to witness his failure over himself, and hoping she was looking for someone who could help. "I can’t…" the centurion said, lips quivering as he spoke.
As if a flip was switched he moved his arm to where the brunette was standing, flipping it over, scarred palms facing skyward. She was so close. The wild beating of the boy’s heart was replaced by a more steady rhythm, though there were soft inconsistencies here and there. His own heart felt as if it was about to jump through his ribcage, slamming aggressively against his chest. The steady rhythm of hers was the only thing keeping him standing, keeping him from bursting his own into pudding.
Desperate eyes locked on hers. He didn’t want this. But he couldn’t stop it either. "Please," he breathed, "You have to make me stop. I can’t-"
The glimmer of metal flickered in his peripheral view and without thinking his other hand shot out, slender fingers curling around the blade. His arms were crossed over another in the shape of an x. The impact of the blade wasn’t too hard for fear of accidentally hurting the one in front of him he guessed. Unfortunately for them, it didn’t help to stop him either. Noah barely felt the burn of his palm, the wetness that came with the blood dripping from the small wound. His eyes had never left hers, silently pleading for her to either get out of his way or for her, anyone, to end this.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Noah had come to the Ludus Magnus, even though he had no lesson to attend himself, to bring one of his friends a herbal tonic to help with his restless sleep. It tastes like crap, as one would expect a herbal medicinal drink to taste like, but it did its job just fine. One sip and he would be out - completely until the next morning. He carefully transported the glass flask in his hands as he marched over the training area to where his friend was standing, dodging multiple blades and throwing knives.
Despite having other plans including a meeting with his co-centurion, Noah’s friend kept him busy, starting the longest conversation in history. With a sigh of defeat the son of Apollo nodded and leaned back against the wall, fingers brushing along the wooden arm of a fighting dummy that was standing next to him. "Mhm, mhm." Perhaps next time he should bring him a tonic to keep him from talking. Maybe just make this one stronger so his friend would be knocked out instantly.
His gaze drifted over the arena, watching a variety of demigods from different cohorts train. It was quite empty, to his Praetors dismay he guessed, when his eyes paused on a brunette female. She just happened to be in the easiest line of sight and so he unintentionally watched her train for a while until he observed her moving a little strange. He hadn’t seen how she was hurt but he could see from the grimace she made that something was off.
He patted his friend on the shoulder before taking his leave. Long legs strode over to where the girl was. Noah crossed his arms over his chest as he approached her, keeping his distance just enough so she couldn’t accidentally, or not accidentally, stab him with the spear she was holding. "You look like you’re hurt," he stated simply, two fair eyebrows raised in expectancy of a positive answer that would prove his assumption to be true.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Whenever music was playing, although his favorite genre had always been classical, he fell into a world of his own. A world where there was only peace and quiet with the exception of the music playing softly in the background. It helped him clear his head, get rid of corrupt thoughts and forget the bad things that happened in the past. It just made him forget even if it was just for the briefest of moments.
By the time the brunette had entered the infirmary, Noah turned around, offering a warm and welcoming smile. He lightly tossed the towel over his shoulder, then gestured towards one of the many empty cots for her to take a seat. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be with you in just a moment," he said, waiting for her to sit. "I hope the music doesn’t bother you. They say classical supports the healing process. It sure helps to calm my own nerves." He chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood while he scurried away to put down the towel and cover the herbs he was preparing for an ointment to keep the dust and dirt off of them.
Once he returned and she was seated Noah grabbed one of the small stools and pulled it in front of the cot so he could take a seat himself. "You sure have wise friends. Demigod or not, untreated injuries can cause much more damage than one would think. Unfortunately, most of us are too stubborn and maybe a little thickheaded to admit that." Rolling up the sleeves of his grey sweater jacket he gave his thighs a light pat, the smile easily returning to his face and softening his sharp features. Bright blue eyes gave her a quick once over before he held out his arm towards her. He figured from the orange t-shirt that she must belong to the group of Greek campers who had recently arrived.
"I'm Noah, by the way. May I?" he asked after spotting the dried blood on her arm and t-shirt sleeve.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The infirmary felt more like home to Noah than the bunk he shared in his cohort did. He loved the smell of different healing plants, the sound of pestle rubbing against mortar when herbs for potions are being prepared, the sight of empty cots knowing everyone is doing fine and no one was injured, although, that was a rather rare sight especially these days. Today was one of those rare days and it happened to be empty. He was the only one around, just arriving from collecting herbs in the forest.
He set the basket filled with yarrow and goldenrod on the raised table in the front, multiple lines of shelves attached to the wall behind it and all filled with containers to the edge of them. Taking a look at the various contents, some half-empty, some still full, the blond grabbed five, carrying two tucked under his arm, towards another table on the other side. It was his prep station, clean and tidy as he preferred it to be.
But before he could start working on refilling ointments and tonics he strode over to the music player and put on one of his favorite songs: claire de lune. Once it started playing he felt content and started working on sorting the yarrow and plucking the flower heads and leaves to separate them from the stems. It had been a sunny day, perfect to harvest the herb. The pair of scissors he brought with him to cut the stems as they were a little tough, was laying next to the basket, its silver blades covered in dirt and thus, spreading it over his workplace.
Noah narrowed his eyes at the mess for a moment before deciding to grab a fresh towel off of the shelf next to a sink when he heard the curtains of the infirmary door being pushed aside. He turned halfway, glancing over his shoulder, hands wringing at the towel. "Anything I can help with?"
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Fire. Noah hadn’t been fond of fires, be it just a small flame or a raging inferno, ever since his mom died in one because she was trying to save him. He was the reason she was dead. If only he hadn’t had the stupid idea of hiding inside one of the trucks, and running into the building because of some stupid stray which turned out to be a monster immune to fire. A monster with the purpose of luring him into his own death but instead of him, it was his mother that paid with her life, who sacrificed herself because of Noah’s stupidity. That’s what he liked to call it. It was the only way everything made sense to him. Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s what he was.
The words repeated inside his head the moment he stepped out of his cohort’s barracks and stood right in front of a huge campfire. Apparently, the Greeks had suggested or rather requested one because it was their own tradition. dam those ing traditions. Noah’s eyes were wide in surprise and terror as he stood in front of the blazing fire, the heat instantly making him sweat slightly. He was staring at the lot sitting and standing around it, holding sticks topped with marshmallows into it and singing random songs.
He was about to turn around and go to the Infirmary to hide and avoid this when he heard a familiar voice nearby. Kade. He made sure not to get attached to many people but his siblings were a whole other realm. And he had always been protective of Kade ever since she became the Augur. Noah turned, dread in his eyes as he scanned the area around the campfire for his half-sister. There she was, surrounded by a bunch of mean-looking demigods, the symbols on their clothes and accessories hinting at their heritage to the god of war. He never minded those, not since one of them was a Praetor and most were in the first cohort. But he couldn’t estimate the Greeks. All he knew was that most were different, less disciplined, more childlike.
The blond watched, hesitating as he didn’t want to get closer to the fire, but when he saw them getting closer to his sister and pushing her in the shoulder - which probably wasn’t the smartest idea anyway - he strode over. His hand was shot out in front of him even before he was anywhere close. He just needed them in his line of sight. Blue eyes were fixed on the bunch as he made his way over. "Stop it, would you?" he requested politely, a small smile playing on his lips with no ill intent. But they saw it differently. Instead of them doing what was asked of them they laughed as if he was the mean one here.
Noah sighed, getting closer with each step. The centurion wasn’t much of a bloodthirsty legionnaire but when it came to those he cared about he sometimes couldn’t help himself. "Again, and that’s the last time I’m being polite. Stop," he demanded this time, still quite polite but a hint of a threat in his voice. Of course, they didn’t oblige and pushed Kade once again.
He was focused on the one that had pushed her, the one that was threatening to thrust her right into the fire. His vision turned red, the flames dancing in his eyes as he advanced, balling his hand into a fist. He watched the guy hold on to his shirt right where his heart was. Ouch, that must hurt. Noah wasn’t intending to do what he was doing but something inside him just snapped…
Turning his fist, fair eyebrows drawn together in sheer focus, he watched the boy slowly losing the ability to breathe before he dropped to his knees, clutching his shirt where his heart was. Noah tried to stop himself but he just… couldn’t. He lost control over it and himself the moment the thought just appeared in his head, the moment he saw the fire and the moment he saw red hair become one with the flames.
[ THE SUN ] - Noah can be described as the sun. He is warm and has a healing effect if you're on his good side but if you happen to come across his bad one he burns as deadly as the burning star in the sky. [break][break]
[ NON-JUDGMENTAL ] - Stumbling over all sorts of people in the profession as a healer he has learned not to judge anyone without knowing anything. It has become a habit to avoid personal questions since a lot don't feel comfortable answering or talking about themselves. He's there to help but to make things worse, right?[break][break]
[ THE HEALER ] - Noah has been gifted with the ability to heal others and it has become a part of him, if not even all of him. He is a kind and caring person and could never leave someone who is injured or hurt alone. He has always been the big brother type, the one others can go to if they needed to talk or a shoulder to cry on. Perhaps he could be considered Camp Jupiter's own therapist. He always has an open ear for everyone and would never tell them to leave.[break][break]
[ THE HEARTRENDER ] - And then there's the dark side of him or rather, his gift, - taking lives. It's just as easy as healing, if not even easier. A simple squeeze of his hand into a fist as he holds onto someone's heart. When he's on the battlefield or even just training he turns into some sort of beast, a heartless killer opponent - ha. The warmth doesn't drain from him but he burns with fierceness.[break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Noah was born to Apollo and his mother, a paramedic. He was basically raised at the Fire Station she worked at, spending most of his childhood there. He knew everyone and even befriended her co-worker's children. Every afternoon after school would be spent studying his mother's documents or pretending the hall where the trucks were parked was a ballroom and he would blast waltz music and dance to it whenever they were out on a call. He developed a fascination with Tchaikovsky since the Waltz of Flowers was his mother's favorite song and she would always play it to make him fall asleep.[break][break]
On her days off she would take him out into the woods to collect herbs and have him learn all about them, whether or not they can be used to support the healing process or to poison someone. They would rent a cabin in the woods, have mugs and mugs of freshly brewed herbal teas, and make tonics and ointments together.[break][break]
At the age of 12, he and one of his friends at the fire station had the grand and stupid idea to hide in one of the trucks while they were being called to a huge fire. They sneaked out once they arrived and watched a scene of utter horror being displayed in front of them. His mother had always been a rather selfless person and when the firemen announced that they weren't going back in because it was too dangerous she didn't listen and despite not being a firewoman but only a member of the ems she stormed inside because a woman claimed she saw a child run into the building. Little did they know that child was Noah.[break][break]
Noah saw a cat run into the burning building and the fire hadn't been that big when he followed. Only when he was inside he found out the cat wasn't actually a cat but it transformed, shifting into a Chimera, breathing fire and tearing down parts of the building as they were inside. His mother found him and attacked the beast with a fire extinguisher. It didn't do anything but agitate it even more. It struck her with its paw, sending her flying through the wall and into the next room. Noah quickly ran after her and tried to help her but it didn't take long for him to lose consciousness due to smoke inhalation and when he woke up he found himself at a hospital. His mother wasn't with him.[break][break]
The next thing he remembered was being at her funeral with uncles and aunts he didn't know and never met. Apollo was there too, coming to get him. Noah hated his father for not being there when his mother needed him, for not telling them who he was because maybe if Noah knew about him and his powers, maybe there would have been even the slightest possibility and chance for him to save her. [break][break]
He was sent to Lupa to train. It was there that he found out he was able to heal people and it was also there with Lupa that he found out he could end people. It was kept a secret with him and the wolf because he didn't want others to know. He never wanted to hurt anyone on purpose even though that was one of the only ways to survive the way to camp. A couple of months later he was off to find Camp Jupiter where he was sorted into the Second Cohort, finding a spot as a healer which he was best at, and at the age of 17, he acquired a position as Centurion after he was part of a quest where he found out the extent of his devastating powers.[break]
[ VITAKINESIS ] - The first thing someone thinks when they hear his gift is healing. Yes, he can heal others, be it simple cuts and bruises or more severe injuries. But that's not the only use of his ability. He can use it to manipulate someone's organs, vital and nonvital, and limbs. Although growing a limb is only something the children of Mercury ask for as some sort of prank, it isn't entirely impossible for him. He uses this art of manipulation to stop someone's heart, slow their pulses to make them faint, or preserve their life if applicable. He can stop someone from bleeding or make them bleed even more. While the good side of this ability is great, the bad one is something one should be afraid of. You wouldn't know what hit you.[break][break]
Healing uses his own energy and thus the bigger the injury the quicker it drains him of it. Of course, he can't just go around healing everyone or hurting without suffering from it himself. Manipulating works for a small range of people before he most likely faints and it required much more energy and focus than healing. To get someone's heart he must see them clearly and have enough time to find it, sort of a mental image of clasping his hand around their heart or finding their blood flow or pulse for the other reason. It's a little complicated and it took him years to master somewhat. Both abilities work best when he actually physically touches a person although the latter does not require it.[break][break]
[ ARCHERY ] - Noah is a naturally talented archer given that his father is the god, besides his twin, of archery. It is his preferred weapon of choice although he usually relies on his abilities to manipulate someone's vital organs and blood rather than using weapons against them.[break][break]
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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.
