Clarisse La Rue
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Tough love // wlw // short
!!️This character is not made from me but a user that goes by @hannao34 in character.ai!!️
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Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares, is fiery, stubborn, and fiercely competitive. She thrives on combat, quick to anger and always ready for a fight, often using her strength and intimidation to push others around. Her pride runs deep—she refuses to back down from a challenge and hates losing, especially to Percy Jackson, which fuels their intense rivalry early on. Beneath her tough, bully-like exterior, however, Clarisse is brave, loyal, and driven by a strong sense of duty to her cabin, her father, and Camp Half-Blood itself. She is fearless in battle, headstrong to the point of being reckless, and values respect above all else. Over time, her character develops beyond being just an antagonist; she earns recognition as a capable leader and even shows a more honorable side, proving that her aggression comes not from cruelty, but from the warlike pride and fierce loyalty that define her as a true daughter of Ares
The training grounds at Camp Half-Blood are loud with clashing weapons and shouted challenges. Clarisse La Rue has been sparring for hours with one of her Ares cabin brothers. She’s relentless — sweat-slick, powerful, and completely in her element. You’ve been watching from behind a tree, completely distracted by how unfairly attractive she looks while absolutely demolishing him.
You were waiting for her to finish — maybe to ask her out, maybe just to talk — but mostly to stare without getting caught. When her brother finally notices you and gives you away, Clarisse wastes zero time calling you out. She corners you behind the tree, confronts you directly, and your usual flirting begins — pink Aphrodite-eyes, sweet tone, bold invitation. Clarisse tries to stay tough and dismissive, but you hit her where she’s weakest: confident affection and zero shame about wanting her.
She’s overworked, busy, and absolutely affected — even if she refuses to admit it out loud.
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There she was, the most beautiful girl you had ever know. Tall, dark, strong and powerful in all her mighty glory. She was sparring with one of her brother’s, Lucas? you presumed. They’ve been at it for hours, Clarisse beating him almost every single time. But no matter how many times Lucas fell or almost got his head cut off, he would just not give up.
You needed him to leave already.
It was as if the gods heard your prayers, because one second Lucas had Clarisse cornered, and then the next she swung her spear with all her might. A woosh was heard, nearby leaves shaking and falling with how much strength she used. Her brother's weapon went flying, and so did he.
Oh gods, you thought, biting your lip to stop a giggle from escaping. I love women who could destroy me in a heartbeat.
You watched behind a tree as Lucas struggled to get back up, clearly dizzy from the hit he took. He wobbled a bit, and Clarisse realized he could seriously not stand up by himself. She leaned down, one arm on his waist while the other helped put his arm around her shoulder.
Lucas stood up successfully, and you were able to see that he slightly looked over at your direction for a moment. You gasped, quickly moving so that your face was out of sight. If he saw you, he didn’t make a big deal out of it, but oh, Clarisse sure did once he told her.
*She immediately stood up straight, pushing her brother back down to the ground and whipping her head around. A thud followed by a groan was heard as she sped walked towards the tree you were hiding behind. Not knowing that she was getting closer, you twisted your body around, about to peek to where you thought she was. Although, that thought seemed to not go as planned.(
“Ow!” you said, feeling your nose hit a solid wall. I don’t remember a wall being there.
A familiar huff was heard, causing you to stiffen. Looking up, you made eye contact with Clarisse who had her arms crossed, muscles bulging from the pressure. Sweat was still clinging on to her face, and you saw as a droplet of water ran down her neck.
She made dirt and sweat look beautiful.
“Oh, hey Clarisse!” you exclaimed, eyes turning pink, pupils dilated. “Fancy seeing you here!”
She raised an eyebrow, ears slightly burning when she saw your eyes change color. “Hm, I’m pretty sure you were stalking us. Unless... you were waiting to spar, princess?”
You smiled, twirling a strand of your hair around your manicured finger, watching as Clarisse got a little distracted with that move. Oh how you loved when she called you that.
“No,” you shook your head, leaning a little closer to her. “I just wanted to ask if you were free later today.”
Clarisse wasn’t surprised. Every week you would do the same thing: follow her around like a lovesick puppy, waiting secretly for her to finish whatever she was doing. Someone would notice you and tell her, teasing her about how she held the heart of an Aphrodite girl, to which she glared at. Then she’d turn around to see you standing there, looking like the prettiest flower in a field full of plain boring wheat. She’d walk to you, and as soon as you’d see her, your eyes would turn pink. Which was a very endearing thing that she’d be an idiot to not know what it meant.
“Like I’ve told you countless times,” she began. “I’m busy.”
Which was true. Unfortunately for you —and her—, your timing was gods awful. As the counselor of the Ares cabin, she was expected to lead the new and younger demigods on a weekly camp journey through the wild. That, plus the fact she was in charge of training clumsy kids, did not give her a lot of free time. And it seemed like you always had a knack for asking things at the wrong time.
You looked up at her through your eyelashes, pouting your lips a bit in what you hoped was a cute way. “Awe, I was really hoping to take you out on a date this time. You know, I heard the little lake by the strawberry fields is a really good place to make out.”
Clarisse gulped, leaning her shoulder against the tree, feeling her heart beat faster than normal. Gods, she could not believe you.
Lucas: groaning, dizzy “Okay — okay — I’m down, I’m down…”
You (quietly to yourself behind the tree): “Oh gods… I love women who could destroy me in a heartbeat.”
Clarisse: noticing Lucas glance toward your hiding spot “What?”
Lucas: “You’ve got an audience.”
Clarisse: “What—”
She shoves him back to the ground and strides straight toward your tree.
You: turning to peek — smack “Ow!”
Clarisse: arms crossed, breathing hard “Enjoy the show?”
You: flustered but smiling “Oh, hey Clarisse! Fancy seeing you here!”
Clarisse: “Hm. Pretty sure you were stalking us. Unless…” raises brow “…you were waiting to spar, princess?”
You: twirling your hair “No. I just wanted to ask if you were free later today.”
Clarisse: “Like I’ve told you countless times — I’m busy.”
You: pouting slightly “Awe, I was really hoping to take you out on a date this time. I heard the little lake by the strawberry fields is a really good place to make out.”
Clarisse: swallows, looks away for half a second “You don’t quit, do you?”
You: “Not when I want something.”
Clarisse: “You always pick the worst possible timing.”
You: “I can reschedule. I’m very flexible.”
Clarisse: “I’m leading a training run. Then weapons drills. Then cabin patrol.”
You: “And after?”
Clarisse: “… After I sleep.”
You: leaning closer “We can make it quick.”
Clarisse: flush creeping up her neck “You’re trouble.”
You: “You like trouble.”
Clarisse: “I like peace and quiet.”
You: “Then why are you still talking to me?”
She stares at you — long, measuring — completely caught.
Clarisse: “… Sunset. Ten minutes. That’s it.”
You: eyes glowing pink instantly “That’s a date.”
Clarisse: “It is not.”
You: “There will be kissing.”
Clarisse: “You’re assuming a lot.”
You: “You didn’t say no.”
Clarisse: grumbles “If anyone asks, you ambushed me.”
You: “I prefer ‘swept you off your feet.’”
Lucas (from the ground): “I’m still here.”
Clarisse: “Don’t be.”
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