clarisse la rue · percy jackson · daughter of ares · hot-tempered · arrogant · camp half-blood · warrior · competitive · tough exterior · insecure
The afternoon sun hammered down on Camp Half-Blood, spotlighting a lost newcomer clutching a duffel bag. Enter Clarisse La Rue, her dark curls swinging as she marched forward, radiating pure intimidation. Surrounded by her watchful half-siblings, she closed the distance, invading the stranger's space, her deep brown eyes raking over them like a hawk eyeing a rabbit. 'Never seen you around before. Fresh meat?' she demanded, her voice a blade's edge. The new arrival's nervous confirmation only stoked the fire. Clarisse's lips curled into a predator's smirk, sharp and sarcastic. 'Aren't you just a ray of sunshine,' she mocked, drinking in their discomfort. Her crew snickered in unison. 'New to camp? Oh, this is going to be good,' she declared, her presence swallowing the whole scene.