Clover Wetherly

Clover Wetherly a country mouse AppearancePersonalityRelationshipsRumorsMusicOOCCredit Softness. This one is all smile without the teeth, ivory cheek and glittering eye. She treads softly, like straw falling from a loft. She smells of dry herbs and red clay. In the ripe fields of La Noscea, even poverty is blessed; the priests know it better than the lowfolk of the country to whom the rolling golden fields are no pastoral paradise, but instead a fickle mistress that feeds them well one year, and starves them the next when the potatoes rot in the loam before they grow thumb-sized. The tithes are paid in sacks of grain, or if that fails, good livestock; the collectors care not if their bellies growl and their children watch on, hungry-eyed, as their milking cow is tethered to the official’s cart, and on Bessie treads down the dirt track, her dappled rump vanishing past the hilly horizon. They know there’ll be no milk now. For supper, it’s a feast of turnips. The turnips never fail. A child is born and they name her Clover, and like the weed that grows happily upon the field against calamity and drought, even if the rich grass dies out, she’s bright and green and indefatigable. At eleven she’s sent off to a neighbouring farm, to the small relief of her younger siblings whose share in turnips duly increase. The girl is satisfied with her lot: a little straw cot, breakfast at sunup, dinner at noon, and sometimes even a supper of soft goat’s cheese and dark bread. Her broad peasant’s face is freckled by sun and smiling as she milks cows, listens to the tales and stories shared by the labourers around the fire at dusk, bunks down happily every night in her straw cot and pulls a blanket over her and falls asleep. She dreams of places across the sea. Soon the wide pastures grow too narrow for her, as she sups nightly on storyteller’s tales, and now that the hunger in her belly is sated daily, and she wants not for bread or ale, it’s the hunger in her heart that pangs her. Her world is enclosed by the row of beeches in the north, the row of windmills in the west and the tangled hedgerows in the south. Hankering for something unknown, she stands upon the cliffs and looks east, watches through the haze a far-off sloop cutting a path through the shiny sea. The foreman barks at her; the barleycorn won’t sow itself. At seventeen, with her snub nose, her wide-set eyes and mousy hair, she’s no girl of delicate charm, but hale and robust, her young limbs shaped with vigour, and her farm-maid’s hands are rough and red at the knuckles. Her eyes are bright and brown and attentive. And she never tires. Summer comes and she meets a man from beyond the sea. Like a figment of prophecy. His smile is beautiful and he speaks to her in poetry and in the end of her seventeenth year she boards a vessel heading east. --- Likes --- --- --- Dislikes --- --- --- Fears --- --- --- Trivia Favorite Food: --- Favorite Drink: --- Favorite Color: --- placeholder Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category! Songs used set a mood, lyrics may not reflect the views of my character. Please mind your speakers when clicking the links. [Link Here Title] Artist: --- [Link Here Title] Artist: --- [Link Here Title] Artist: --- [Link Here Title] Artist: --- [Link Here Title] Artist: --- [Link Here Title] Artist: --- [Link Here Title] Artist: --- [Link Here Title] Artist: --- Personal RP Limits ■ I will play mature content and themes (violence, sexuality, drug / alcohol use) as long as they're logical in a plot-driven encounter. Coarse and excessive language. Temporary injury and incapacitation. Temporary imprisonment. Most walk-up encounters. ■ Ask about long-term and/or permanent injury and disfigurement. Long-term captivity or imprisonment. ■ I won't play permanent character death or rape plots. Disclaimer ■ If an aspect of RP makes you uncomfortable in a scene we're playing, please send me a /tell, letting me know. Communication is very important, more important than potentially keeping immersion. Links Out Links that lead off the wiki, but are technically relevant to the character. ■ Title: [Link Here Title] ■ Title: [Link Here Title] ■ Title: [Link Here Title] ■ Title: [Link Here Title] Time Zone/Server ■ Time Zone ■ Server Credit Thank you all for letting me use/alter your codes. If it weren't for you my wiki would not look how it does. ■ Template was created by Bancroft Gairn. ■ Adapted by Xheja Rajhera. ■ Background and headers Atreus del Alumet. ■ Tabs by Suen Shyu. ■ Music and OOC notes by Glioca Sargonnai. ■ Mashing everything together like a mad scientist D'lyhhia Lhuil. Please remember to proper credit when using this wiki. Thank you.