Lady Clover Wyrmguard
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 she isn't the tallest woman around. She's delicately slender, and is without much muscle at all. Her eyes are a bright green and slightly tilted at the edges; her smile wide and broad. Her ash blonde hair resides somewhere between golden and brown. It is often home to a small amount of braids, and held back at the back of her neck.
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.