Difference between revisions of "Clover White"
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Since she was able, the girl has always worked a number of odd jobs here and there for those who would hire her. Ask any of them and they will admit that the girl is a steady and hard worker, quick to learn a new task if asked to set her hands to it. She has helped neighboring mothers care for their young when aid was needed, has played the role of shepherdess, housekeeper, light laborer, and all manner of small odd and end jobs. | Since she was able, the girl has always worked a number of odd jobs here and there for those who would hire her. Ask any of them and they will admit that the girl is a steady and hard worker, quick to learn a new task if asked to set her hands to it. She has helped neighboring mothers care for their young when aid was needed, has played the role of shepherdess, housekeeper, light laborer, and all manner of small odd and end jobs. | ||
| − | Ask who her most close companion is, and besides that of her mother, she shall answer that it is the amber-eyed giant of an orange tabby she has | + | Ask who her most close companion is, and besides that of her mother, she shall answer that it is the amber-eyed giant of an orange tabby she has fondly named Samson. Sami for short, if you please and never -ever- call him pussy-kins. He hates that. |
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There is nothing extraordinary about the young miss Clover White (Her mother has a horrible sense of humor). She is a Myrken local, born and raised, just as her mother before her was. Her father? A roaming gypsy, a handsome man who had wooed and then left before the poor victim of his wiles even realized she was pregnant. Made a ruined woman, she raised the tiny Clover on her own, teaching her ways older than that of the One True Faith. Clover is a small and slight figure of a girl of eighteen and while she is no raving beauty, there is a certain cute to the crafting of her features. Her brown hair falls in a long, wavy length past slim shoulders with curious eyes of hazel. If one paid enough attention to the windows of this particular soul, they might find a hint of restlessness born from her gypsy blood. There is a preferance for clothing that allows the freedom of movement and a strange adversion to proper footwear -weather permiting, she much rather trot bare footed or with simple leather sandals straped on. Since she was able, the girl has always worked a number of odd jobs here and there for those who would hire her. Ask any of them and they will admit that the girl is a steady and hard worker, quick to learn a new task if asked to set her hands to it. She has helped neighboring mothers care for their young when aid was needed, has played the role of shepherdess, housekeeper, light laborer, and all manner of small odd and end jobs. Ask who her most close companion is, and besides that of her mother, she shall answer that it is the amber-eyed giant of an orange tabby she has fondly named Samson. Sami for short, if you please and never -ever- call him pussy-kins. He hates that.
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