by Zombie Skittles » Thu Aug 18, 2011 9:44 am
Hello, Clover
Gender , Female
Age , Seventeen
Tribe , Fox
Appearance , Clover is small bodied. She is the skinniest little thing on earth. She looks younger then her real age. Her shoulders are small and look like if you touch them to hard, they will shatter into small pieces. The arms on her are slim. If you could, you can at least wrap your hand around it once, with some gaping space between your hand and her arm, just so you wouldn't cut off her circulation. Her torso can fit into clothes when she was twelve or thirteen. Her chest is the size of a girl in 8th grade, that's bigger then most of her class mates. She has a flat stomach, of course. Nothing special about that, no abs like fit women. Although, there's a line running down her stomach. She has been told, that means she is fit. And Clover is pretty fit. No fat on her other then her breast. Her legs are shorter then others. Clover would have to look up at someone she had been talking to. Sadly, she hates it. Being short was not fun. People would make fun of you for it, which annoyed the girl so much. Clover's hair is fiery red. You cant miss it. Its wavy, until it reaches the end. It has small curls at the bottom. By her eyes, is the side-bangs. They cover pretty much half of her pale face. Making her eyes disappear, not wanting to be seen. Her hair is pretty long, it reaches to her cleavage. Right on top, like a tease for the guys. Because they both know, they're never going to get the slightest touch of her small delicate. Her head is a shape of a oval. With its pale white skin. Not even the slightest bit of tan.
For her mask, her ears are a bit more orange then her hair. They stick out on either side of her head. They have a black splash on the tips. Last touch of her left one is a black swirl. The latest addition to her fox-like feature. Her eyes are bright yellow. A sigh that speaks not to mess with the temper underneath of them. And her eyelashes are long and black. Her muzzle is short and stubby. With a black nose on the end. Whiskers on the side. There is a white patch in the middle Starting where the muzzle begins to grow and ending where her nose is placed. On the sides of her muzzle, is two thick black lines. They are tilting to the side a bit. The direction of her eyes. Underneath her muzzle is black. With a few hairs that are white. Not from oldness, just it was how it became. And that's it.
Personality , Clover is silent. She doesn't wish to speak with anyone, unless she knows the person well. She pretty much talks in her mind, no, she's not crazy. Just like judging the person. If they are stupid or nice. Usually, she would watch the person from a distance. Thinking about talking to them, if they pass her judgment. Or if she's ready to pounce. Like if she didn't like the person, she would be pretty rude. She doesn't like talking to people she doesn't know. Its just to slow and boring. Waiting for someone to come up with something they like or both. Maybe they say they do, but not really. They only say that to get a conversion started. Clover always thought if you don't have anything to talk about, then why speak? People can be so simple.
Clover's attitude is just like her hair. Daring, and bold. Some what spicy and mean. She definitely marches to the beat of her own drum. Not letting others get in the way of that. And if someone does, then the mean part comes in. She would probably make fun of something that's about them. Yeah, rude. But that's just how she is. She doesn't want people to tell her how to do things, and when to do it. She can take her time, and see how it goes. Or just rush though it, not even caring. That's how she's going to do it, and your not going to stop her. Or well, that's what she hopes for. And when things don't go how she wants it, the girl snaps. So, Buh bye you.
As you get to know her more. She has this side of sarcasm. She tells some jokes that people would laugh at and it brightens up her day. Clover loves people laughing. It makes her laugh as well. Just to see a smile on someone's face, makes the girl feel nicer inside. She's a softy underneath her stubborn shell. Clover likes the people who are easy going, and not stiff. Like she is. Someone has to keep her on her toes, like they know what to do and and when to do it, and she doesn't have a clue what it is. She describes it as exhilarating.
If people knew Clover better. They would see that she isn't that bad. Clover can be pretty open minded. She loves the nature around her to. Its one of her favorite things to study things. Even with others. She would watch and see what their actions were like. But sadly, she's has a hard shell to break open. So people just quit or don't even bother. Which isn't a big deal to her. She just thinks if they kept going and tried hard enough, they would get to the soft mushy side of her.
History , Is it pretty hard for you to know, that she was born in a patch of clover? So that's where she got her lovely name. It was around midnight, maybe going into morning. She doesn't remember about it, because who does when they first get born? Its just gives her a headache even trying. When Clover first opened her eyes. There was two faces staring down at her. One was very young. It was a girl, Clover could tell it in the fox's eyes. This one blinked her long eyelashes at her. Is that where she got them from? Her sister. The female, had just a tiny bit of orange peaking out. She smiled down at the small clover. Already opening her mouth to talk. Clover was sure that this one was going to talk non-stop. But the older one, this one was a male. His face was bright orange. His golden eyes were shooting a look at the small. A sigh that said 'Don't speak.' He shook his head as well. Clover had a little smirk on her face. She was going to like this one for sure. Then Clover felt a small nudge against her back. There was more warmth there then anywhere else. When clover looked at it, was a small baby just like her. This one's eyes were closed. Its breathing as slow and deep. It was sleeping. Clover was sure that it was a male, or maybe a female. She couldn't tell.
A few years passed. She got to know her siblings. The oldest one was named Blazer. Such a weird name she always thought. The middle one, other then her, was named July. Like the mouth. That was when she was born. Now July had her orange face. It was clearly there. No way of hiding it. And the youngest was called Weed. And he was a jerk. Maybe because their parents named him Weed? Poor boy. Out of all of them, Blazer was her favorite. They were like two peas in a pod. Stuck by each other all the time. All of the children had their color. Weed's was still a bit gray.
When Clover was 10, her mother had more kids. There was three more added to the group. Oh my. Thankfully that was it. The first one was called Heather. She is a sweetie-pie. Clover's favorite sister. Then there was Dancer and Dreamer. Twins. So, mother had to care for them, and Clover and her older siblings were pushed out of their mother's mind.
It wasn't hard to take care of herself. She would have liked it better if she could have been a kid for a few more years. Sadly, Clover didn't get to, she had to grow up before her kid times were over. So then seven years passed, with Clover becoming more of a grouch. And then siblings died some how. Other then Blazer and July. They were gone when Clover was Fifteen. She doesn't know how they are, or went off to.
Example ,
Clover watches two kids play together. Laughing and tossing a ball around. So young and innocent to know that life wasn't just fun a games. Sighing, Clover shakes her head, her velvet red hair falling in front of her face like a curtain blocking the sun away. But for here, it hides her bright yellow eyes. Just with a glance at her eyes, you can tell she's not worth talking it. She would just ruin your mood in a snap. Unless you and her both have something in common. Which wasn't normal. Everyone ignored Clover. And guess what? She's use to it. Clover is a girl who wouldn't care if the sky was falling. She would probably sit down somewhere, and watch the land fall into many pieces. It would have to be priceless to watch something that dramatic. How could people freak about that? When it could be so amazing?!
Clover smirks at herself. Wow, she was damaged in the head or something. Of course people were going to scream and run around in circles about it. They were just dimwitted, and not open minded about things. They cant see it through someone else eyes. It might have been cool. Sadly, there wasn't a chance that would be so cool to just relax and watch. It would get you sitting on the end of your seat, and your hairs on your arms sticking up. Goosebumps running down your body. Just thinking about it made Clover shiver. How upsetting.
Clover looks away from the kids, and walked down to a tree. Where she lived was beautiful. There was colors that were the same as her hair. Fiery red, flaming orange. Just fanatic and cool to stop and look around. Observing the world around her. The grass was green, it felt great underneath her bare feet. Clover was always walking around bare footed. Feeling the pointy grass and crumbly dirt underneath of her was cool. She just loved nature. Finding new things about it was fun to do. She always enjoyed learning new things. And she's fast to figure problems out as well. And that's because the girl is a fox. Simple as that. Things come easy for her. Or well, not strength and ability, just knowledge. She's a huge nerd. This made Clover snort. She plopped down under a tree. Feeling its cool shade block out the sun.
Family , "Well, of course I have a mother and father. But my siblings died. I forget how though. I think I blocked out the memory."
Crush , "I don't crush on people. Do I look like some 10 year old girl, with pink lip stick all over my mouth, and a balloon in one hand, with a lollipop in the other?"
Mate , "Boys are a waste of time and space."
[[ I'll make a guy later. This was enough work xD hehe. ]]
currently under construction c:
