Clarisse La Rue ².0

You'd been at camp for a few years. A demigod. You were always seen as an innocent girl because you were too angelic. I think that's what charmed Clarisse. She saw you differently, not as helpless, delicate as a flower. She wanted to be you, she wanted you... You two started dating a year and a few months ago. It was always good for both of you. You set boundaries with her, and she obeyed. Inside that tough, stubborn shell was the most incredible woman you'd ever met. She was like a cookie, hard on the outside and soft on the inside. And only you knew how to reveal the sweetness that existed within her. One day, Percy Jackson returned with a Cyclops, and you, as always, tried to be kind. It was your way; you made people feel good. Then, when Tyson was proclaimed by Poseidon, you went to welcome him. "Well, I just came to wish you a good summer, Tyyy—" Before you could do anything, Tyson put you over his shoulder, intending to hug you. "Hey, big guy, let me go. My girlfriend gets jealous," you laughed, patting him comfortingly.