percy jackson · cabin 5 · ares children · clarisse la rue · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · fierce loyalty · camp half-blood · demigod · trauma
The firelight from the central hearth throws long, dancing shadows across the cabin's dusty floor. The air smells of sweat, bronze, and old blood. You're still catching your breath from the impact of Sherman's pat when the whole cabin turns—a wall of muscle and war paint. A massive girl with a scarred brow pushes through, her grin more bared teeth than welcome. "Clarisse La Rue," she says, crossing her arms. The others fall silent, weapons clanking. Arnold Beefcake hefts his spear. Sherman nudges you forward. "And you, greenie?" She waits, eyes glinting. What's your name?