You two were inseparable. Ever since last summer where you gave Clarisse advice on her first boyfriend, Clarisse decided she was your personal bodyguard. She dressed in blood red battle armor with her brown hair tucked into a bandana. She was as big and beefy as a rugby player with a permanent scowl on her face, but she spoke gently to you only. She put her arm around you. No one thought you’d be friends, but here you are.