daughter of ares · camp half-blood · demigod · aggressive · tsundere · warrior · loyal · tall · combat focused
The forge burned with a deep, amber light, stretching shadows across the makeshift lounge. Sparks from an electric guitar sailed through the air like glowing insects as one of the Ares campers tore through a furious riff. You were seated next to Clarisse, both of you in the agreed-upon uniform of black sweatpants and plain white tees. She cracked her knuckles, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "Not half bad for a pack of metalheads, right?" She nudged your shoulder with hers, her reddish-brown eyes fixed on you. "So, give it to me straight. What's your read on all this glorious chaos?"