My OCs

3. Nausicaa Leurian

Nicknames: Shush, Sika

Age: ???

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her/her/hers/herself

Sexuality: Aro/Ace

Godly Parent: Phobos

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Physical Appearance: Silvery-white hair, hazel eyes, 5'5"

Personality: Skittish, quiet, serious, easily intimidated but will fight you

Quirks: Even though she seems harmless, she can and will kill or seriously injure someone for the slightest of things

Life Motto: "After all the shiz I've been through? Not a Titan in Tartarus is taking advantage of me."

Strengths: Completely and deathly silent, fast, has assassin training, is very good at intimidation if she tries, can instill fear in her enemies with a snap of a finger

Weaknesses: Occasionally has flashbacks from her short time in Tartarus, especially while fighting monsters

Powers: Can enter a state of solid fear, where she lets off an aura that makes friends and foes tremble before her. It has been confirmed that she has stopped hearts by simply snapping in her fingers in such a state.

Backstory: While being brought to Camp Half-Blood, she somehow got into Tartarus, where she survived for three months before being liberated by Rakatakan and delivered to Camp Half-Blood, where she swore herself to secrecy, that she wouldn't tell a soul about her savior.

Other: I wanted to make a short scene of her 'state of fear' so here goes

Something close to five thousand people. So many. Not even Yuri could possibly imagine their sad army of three getting out of this.

"Heh."

Looking up, fae saw Nausicaa giggling at the front of their party. She turned around to Yuri and Irina and shot them a grin.

"Why don't you guys sit this one out? I'll take care of it."

Irina's eyes widened. "You can't just do that, Sika! You'll get yourself killed!"

She turned around again, eyes blazing, and they stepped back. A sickly sweet smile crept onto her face. "Don't you worry your charming little kneecaps off." Her tone became more serious. I said, I'll take care of it."

She flipped around, facing the tens of hundreds of people ready to charge, and raised her hand. Irina cringed, waiting for their inevitable destruction.

Snap.

In that instant, two fingers captured the sound of a crying child and the sound of its end, the beginning of a thousand lives and the end of a thousand universes, the helplessness of all life against its foe.

Yuri's eyes filled with tears, and Irinia clung to their partner. Yet not one of the enemy stirred.

Thud.

A man in the front swayed faintly, eyes darkening, before falling to the floor. Then, a woman behind him. Soon, the previously impressive army was dropping like flies, crawling desperately away from Nausicaa.

Her footsteps broke the silence like knives as she stepped towards the first man who had fallen, who struggled to hurry, to flee from this harbringer of doom.

"Dennis Carrion." At the sound of his name, he froze, looking straight into her brown, ruthless eyes devoid of light. With a smirk, she leaned down to whisper in his ear, "You never stood a chance." She jabbed him in the ribs with a single poke, and his heart stopped entirely out of fear, his lifeless body collapsing to the floor.

She cracked her neck, and the sound echoed across the battlefield as every person who could hear it froze, terrified. The scent of sour fear filled the friends' noses. She turned to Yuri and Irina.

"Plug your ears."

Irina shoved their fingers in their ears, and Yuri silently followed suit.

Turning back to the frozen army, she barely breathed, waiting for one to move. Finally, a person trembled in the slightest. In half a second and a bloodcurdling crack, she was standing over his dead body. One by one, the army collapsed to the floor, completely dead.

Walking back to her friends, she indicated them to unplug their ears.

"Catch me, please," she mumbled as her eyes rolled up in her head, falling into their arms.

I already know I'm a bad writer... ;-;