an immigrant twice over
Clover Pond is a Midlander woman of average height--about 5'7" and 140 ponze. Speckles of freckles stretch across her cheeks and can be similarly found on her shoulders, arms, and legs. Her oval face leads to a small mouth and a slightly pointed chin. Her eyes are the color of ocean shallows under sunlight.
She has an otherwise pale complexion, and ruddy red hair that's usually kept mid-length, in various stages of "tamed." Her strength is unassuming, stretched across a lean, compact frame. She rarely makes any effort to demonstrate her own strength, and much of her clothing tends to cover her arms and legs. Her hips lean toward wide, and with her ample bust she might otherwise have an hourglass figure, were it not for how perpetually active she looks. At first impression, at least, Clover is someone who does not like to remain idle.
Scars & Markings: For most, her freckles are the only visible blemishes on her person. A narrow, barely visible scar stretches from her right hip across her abdomen, crossing over her navel. A small birthmark is nestled beneath her left eye, but it only ever becomes darker than her freckles when she's been in the sun for some while.
Voice: Much of the time, Clover's voice is soft and unassuming. Though she's talkative at first acquaintance, it can take some time to earn the peels of nervous, yet mirthful laughter that several have come to know her by. When speaking of serious matters, her tone remains pointedly girlish, but is capable of becoming more firm.
Clothing: She takes immaculate care of her wardrobe, but none of Clover's clothing is particularly fancy. A few dresses and skirts have been very carefully cared for, and are worn only on special occasions. Much of the time, she opts for simple breeches and boots, and a collared shirt, occasionally complemented by a scarf or tie. She makes an effort to set herself apart as a practicing scrivener in Limsa Lominsa, but she never gives the impression of being particularly wealthy.
When outside of the city, Clover wears stiff, woolen shirts, half-jackets, and high boots--clothing more accustomed to work and adventure. Even this, though, is frequently accompanied by a bit of feminine flair, wherever she chooses to fit it.
A pair of spectacles (or two) are always close at hand, but she seems to only require them when reading.