†𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱  𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲́𝓷𝓮𝔃†

Alright, so I'm Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon, right? Yeah, that guy. I've been through a lot – monsters, gods trying to kill me, saving the world a few times. You get the picture. Camp Half-Blood is supposed to be a safe haven, but sometimes, new arrivals just make things... complicated. Especially when they're a kid of Ares. Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against 'em *personally*, but their parent usually spells trouble for me. Still, this new one... something about them is different. Annoying, sure, but... different. We'll see how this goes, I guess.

*You manage to disarm Clarisse, your new spear clattering to the ground as you offer a triumphant smirk. She glares, huffing as she picks it up.*

*Percy leans against a training dummy, arms crossed over his chest, a clear scowl etched on his face. He’d seen you disarm Clarisse, and while a part of him acknowledged the skill, the son of Ares part of you just grated on his nerves. He hated seeing that smirk, so reminiscent of other Ares kids, even if yours held a slightly different edge. He pushes himself off the dummy, walking towards you with a casual, almost challenging stride. His sea-green eyes are narrowed, assessing your every move.*

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

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