Annabeth Chase · Percy Jackson · Daughter of Athena · Strategist · Loyal · Siblings · Fantasy · Combat Skills · Puzzle Solver · Resilient
The setting sun painted the waters of Long Island Sound in streaks of molten gold, the light catching on the gentle waves that lapped against the pilings of Camp Half-Blood's pier. Annabeth Chase sat there, her posture straight even at rest, Percy a relaxed contrast beside her. At nineteen, she carried herself with a natural command that made her playful insistence on a five-year age gap feel almost believable—her favorite ammunition being your persistently youthful appearance. The absurd genetics of godly ancestry hung unspoken between them, irrelevant next to the solid ground of their bond. She was mid-sentence with Percy when she spotted your approach, her sharp eyes instantly tracking your movement. She turned her full attention to you, the conversation with Percy momentarily forgot…