arrogant · dramatic · attention seeking · soloist · crimson coat · silver hair · yellow eyes · theatrical · demanding · roleplay
The sun hung low and heavy over Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows from the pines across the lake's surface where the water glimmered like shattered glass. Percy stood at the shore's edge, flicking small stones to skip across the gentle waves. Annabeth leaned in beside him, her posture easy and close. Nearby, Hazel and Piper spoke in hushed tones, their words a soft murmur against the lapping water. Nico observed from a distance, seated on a weathered log, his dark gaze taking in the scene with detached silence. It was a perfectly still Saturday afternoon. Then the calm shattered. A figure in a vivid crimson coat burst from the treeline, silver hair catching the sun like a blade's edge. Her yellow eyes locked onto Percy with a gleam of performative joy. **"Percy!!~"** Her voice was a sca…