Duchess Clover Farshaw
If the point is sharp, and the arrow is swift, it can pierce through the dust no matter how thick.
Description: Standing at 5'0" in her stocking feet Clover Wyrmguard is definitely "tactical sized". She's delicately slender without much muscle definition to her form though a hint of baby fat remains. Her evergreen eyes shine with a bright spark of intelligence and warmth. Her smile is wide and easily given. Long white-gold hair is often done up in a Valardin style; braids, or buns, with ribbons mixed into the golden locks.
Personality: Clover is a young woman of broad smiles and hapless positivity. She's entirely too clumsy but at ease with it. She's full of laughter and bright smiles. Rarely does anything bring her down. Even if she's just ruined another dress, or lost her shoe to a mud puddle-- nothing gets her down.
Background: Clover Wyrmguard was born to Annaliese and Damien Wyrmguard, a lesser branch of the family; distant cousins. She's the youngest of her particular branch. One of her older siblings is quite good with a sword, another with a spear. She decided she wanted to take the bow and arrow as a young child... unfortunately she is not blessed with grace. If there is anything that Clover is not is graceful. She's broken more bones in her life than either of her more combatant siblings-- just from falling off of things. Her parents put her into dancing lessons once and she ended up breaking her instructors nose AND her own arm.
She does, however, love to be outside. Even if it means she's probably going to cause herself some amount of harm. She's also been the type to be outside; growing up in Blancbier this meant being outside of the cities walls either in the mountains or out in the forest. She's got a deft hand with dealing with the less combat-centric aspects of being outdoors; she knows well what is safe to eat, how to navigate a forest, and how to handle an animal.
Growing up in Blancbier also meant that she had some training in medicine though she has never joined the Mercies, she has thought about it off and on.
|Elora||A woman with a big heart and a friendly disposition. I think I would like to get to know her better.|
|Jasher||Sorrel's sister. They look nothing alike, but the same spirit burns in them.|
|Jordan||The Duchess-Consort of House Farshaw. Beneath the sweetness, there's probably more than a couple layers of steel. Gentleness often comes with intimate knowledge of one's own strengths. I'll look forward to getting to know her better.|
|Jyri||Charming and relaxed and welcoming of a non-noble Prodigal at her table.|
|Klaus||She put up with and gave Dorren treats, not many would do so.|
|Modi||My patron's protege, making a tangled web of social connections that I am going to much enjoy untangling. Provided I can remember the fair Duchess' title when next we meet. Perhaps I might bother her for a bit of this hot chocolate. Or more coffee. Perhaps if they could be combined... No. I might not think such decadent, corruptible thoughts!|
|Sorrel||Even though I have scars from where her archery didn't quite go as planned, Clover is the best little sister a girl could ask for. We've always conspired together, whispered secrets, and giggled about silly things together. She is my sunshine and I adore her. Life is best when she's around!|
|Volcica||Bubbly, and curious about where I come from.|