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.
His friend took a solid hit to the jaw and William felt a burning pain in his chest flare. Apparently breaking up pointless testosterone-fueled brawls was terrible for digestion. Not that his friend cared about his digestive issues. He grabbed the other by the arm and was slightly shocked that the boy had moved along with him without protest. Had William not had his hand on the other's arm, reading his injuries, he might have wondered if the boy was concussed.
They moved out of the Mess Hall with no further altercations and for that William was thankful. The last thing he wanted to deal with was the camper's friends seeking retaliation. Though he imagined that day would come regardless of it happening tonight or not. His friend accused him of being disloyal and William sighed in annoyance, "You were trying to get with his girl, you better be thankful you only received blunt trauma and not a damaged appendage." He had seen enough of the guy around camp to know that he wasn't exactly the kind of person who let things go. He was loud, arrogant, and always seemed to have something to prove. Essentially Isaak in Greek form with less scruples.
They moved around the Mess Hall and it seemed like a reasonable enough place to stop and assess the damage. Isaak immediately began touching the wounds and William cut in, "Stop touching it. You're going to let in more bacteria." He glanced over Isaak's face, confirming what he already knew. He had made contact with Isaak's skin, his father's gift practically screaming what needed mending already. The bulk of the injuries were inflicting inflammation and trauma to the skin and nerves. There would be swelling and lots of dark bruising if it wasn't mended. The main issue, however, was a broken nose. Possibly a hairline fracture as well to his chin, though, there wasn't too much he could do about that.
William sighed, leaning back against the wall of the building they had come from, hands in his pocket. "You've got a broken nose." He tilted his head to the side, a small smirk coming across his face as he regarded the other boy, "Do you think you can pull off the Owen Wilson look?" He continued leaning against the wall, in no urgent rush to clean up the mess that his friend had brought upon himself.
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.
William was eating with his Greek counterparts. They had insisted, when he had first arrived, that he call them his family but one deadpan stare had nixed that idea as quickly as they had suggested it. They were not his family. He had no family. At least none in the tangible, genealogical sense of the term. They could claim divine half-relative associations all they wanted, it was of no concern to him. Unless, he presumed, he needed a kidney. Then he begrudgingly supposed he would allow them to entertain the idea of being related to him.
He was just fine on his own as it stood. He didn't understand why they all needed to drudge up these make-believe ideals and feelings of togetherness. Were they that insecure about themselves? He had pondered the question over in his mind as he finished eating. The mess hall was different than the one he had grown accustomed to at Camp Half-Blood, but he didn't mind. The only thing that bothered him was that he was asked to sit with his cabin-mates and not allowed to freely eat where he wanted. Which, of course, would have naturally been far away from the mess hall itself. There were too many bodies much too near one another for him to enjoy it. He tended to eat quickly and get out of there as quickly as possible. Tonight was no different.
Except, his friend, had other plans apparently. William watched as Isaak began flirting shamelessly with a girl. William shook his head no, to himself obviously, as Isaak hadn't even glanced in his direction. William had healed a nasty cut that the girl had gotten while traveling to Camp Jupiter. He didn't know anything about her other than the fact that she had a very large boyfriend from the Ares cabin. William's eyes shifted to the guy who was quickly moving out of his seat and towards Isaak. "kèpfos."
William pursed his lips as he watched what he hoped to be an apology and a quick de-escalation. As Isaak took an uppercut to the chin, however, he realized that had been a fool's hope. William slid out from his seat and walked over as the two began wrestling, putting one hand on the Ares kid's arm. William's senses went into temporary overdrive. As he suspected, the guy had been drinking, His BAC was around 0.075 with mild disinhibition and impairment. Quick as his fingers made contact, William flooded his nervous system, tricking his body into thinking there was more alcohol in his system than there actually was.
William pulled his hand back immediately, grabbing Isaak's arm as the other boy's legs wavered before he stumbled hard to the left. As he began pulling Isaak towards the door he didn't need to turn and watch to know that the boy was now down and more than likely incredibly nauseous. "Keep it moving, out the door." The words a murmur to his Roman friend.
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.
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.
William has a very cynical attitude towards others, and shows un-interest in making new friends. He isn't the type to attend parties or social events, preferring his own company over company with others. He has a unique, dry sense of humor that often goes over the heads of most people. He isn't protective or sentimental. His people skills are quite lacking and he generally doesn't care much for others, don't be surprised if he doesn't so much as utter a gods bless you after they sneezed. However, ever the dutiful healer, he finds it hard to turn away someone needing mending or healing, though if he dislikes them, it's done very begrudgingly. He isn't into being touchy feely, not a fan of the odd hand on his shoulder or gods forbid, hug. He likes his personal space and isn't much a fan of loud noises. He's a smart guy, and enjoys reading the most random of things, but isn't showy or braggy in the slightest. Preferring to keep a lot to himself, he finds it easy to blend in. He is, in most ways, the opposite of the standard golden boy apollo son.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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BIRTH HISTORY: [break] Unknown[break] BIOLOGICAL MOTHER[break] REDACTED[break] BIOLOGICAL FATHER[break] Apollo (Immortal, Greek, God of the Sun)[break] CHILDHOOD[break] State orphanage from birth (>3 mos). Adoption temporary between ages 2-4 before return back to orphanage by age 5. Reasons confidential. No disruptions nor bad behavior marked. Tested academically high in middle school before sent to high school. No known friends nor desire to play with others. Shows disregard for leadership. [break][break] TEEN YEARS[break] Received high academic testing scores throughout high school career. Showed a lack of interest in making friends or joining clubs. Received first disciplinary marks in his sophomore year from fighting. [break][break] ADULT LIFE[break] Graduated high school with honors and left the orphanage. Lost touch with all social workers previously known and dropped off the radar. No known whereabouts. [break][break] CAMP HALF-BLOOD RECORDS[break] Satyr was sent to find William Blake Reynolds before the child made it to high school. It was unknown to us for two years that the satyr had sadly perished. It was agreed to let the child finish high school. After graduation, a second satyr was sent out to retrieve the boy. An empousa followed the satyr, who was also accompanied by a child of Ares and attacked the small group when the satyr first made contact. The boy received a blow to the head during the fight that rendered him unconscious. Boy awoke in camp, has remained there since.
[ADVANCED HEALING] William can heal wounds and sickness with ease. If it's something small, only a small prayer or a few spoken words in Greek will suffice, without much energy being drained from him. If it's something particularly nasty, William can sing a lyric to his father in Greek and heal some of the most gruesome of wounds and illnesses. The greater the healing required, the more it drains him. [break][break] [DISEASE MANIPULATION] William can inflect illness or disease in someone. His father could fire an arrow and infect thousands, but obviously William isn't that powerful. He finds it easy to infect small things, like diarrhea or a cold but for the harder, slightly more wicked things he must touch the person, and because he isn't a fan of that, he rarely uses it unless provoked. Depending on how much energy he uses up will directly impact how long the spell lasts. While he can make life quite awful for a few days to someone, he cannot kill them. [break][break] [FIGHTING] William is a naturally gifted archer and prefers that specific type of fighting to anything else. Though he could hold his own in a fight, he loathes the closeness that it requires. He can pass when it comes to hand-to-hand but is garbage at anything involving a weapon that isn't a bow.
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.
