[A-R] Clover DeVent

☘ Name :: Clover DuVent "Luck of the Wind"
    ↪ Pronunciation :: [ doo-VAWN ]
    ↪ Nicknames :: Clovis, Lady Luck

☘ Age :: 24

☘ Birthdate :: September 13, Friday
    ↪ Zodiac :: Virgo
☘ Gender :: Female
    ↪ Sexuality :: Lesbian
☘ Height :: 5'7" | 170.18 cm
    ↪ Weight :: 123 lbs
☘ Species :: Human
☘ Faction :: Queen's Covenant
    ↪ Job :: Liege

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☘ Class :: Pegasus Knight
   ↪ Mount :: Nerys  [ Dappled Grey Arabian ]

☘ Weapon :: Steel Javelin
    ↪ The tether attached to Clover's javelin grants her extended range, making her a force to be reckoned with in the skies. It can also detach at either end, allowing her to make a variety of aerial attacks.
☘ Weapon Proficieny :: C
☘ Unique Ability :: Luck of the Draw
    ↪ If Clover enters battle with 50% or less HP, she deals an additional +1, +3, or +5 damage (from most common to least common respectively).

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❧ Stats ☙

☘ Lv :: 5
☘ HP :: 25
☘ STR :: 22
☘ MAG :: 0
☘ SKL :: 16
☘ DEF :: 12
☘ RES :: 10

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❧ I wanted to prove myself worthy of my own ambitions. I just hope I didn't let myself down. ☙

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❧ Personality ☙

☘ [ + Loyal | + Debonair | + Kind-Mannered | Clever | Determined | Steadfast | - Hasty | - Stubborn | - Vain ]

    Growing up as a noble didn't spare Clover from becoming the slightest bit vain and stubborn. Despite this, she carries an air of elegance with her, as well as an unrelenting kindness. She believes in the people that believe in her, which fuels her need to stay determined and fight against all odds. Bellamy's influence on her has given her a strong will, but has also made her hasty in some situations.

☘ Likes
    ↪ [ Fruit Tarts | Leisure Flights | Music | Gardening | Theater | Poetry | Hair Styling | Horses | Specifically Nerys | Rabbits | The Queen | Sweet Milk ]

☘ Dislikes
    ↪ [ Total Darkness | Cramped Spaces | Chocolate | Overcast Days | Arrogance | Disorganization | The Mutiny | Sleeping In | Heights* ]

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❧ Biography ☙

   Clover was born to a family of nobles that raises, trains, and rehabilitates pegasi for the queen's royal army. From birth she was raised to be prim and proper, seeing as she was the only girl out of all her siblings. Her eldest brother, Bellamy, was already a capable pegasus knight. Felix, the second oldest, was a scholar and Cerian was taking lessons to become a musician. Clover's mother wanted to make sure that she would be grow up to be a groomed lady that would take care of the estate. While she appreciated the easy life of nobles, she wanted to do more than just sit still and look pretty. It never sat well with her that while her brothers were off doing exciting things, she was at home learning her graces— not yet allowed to be around the pegasi. It never helped that Felix and Cerian treated Clover like a fragile infant either. Bellamy was the only one to recognize that she disliked "lady training" and indulged her with tales from the barracks. She looked up to him, in a way.

   Wanting to follow in Bellamy's footseps, she practiced riding with him in the evenings after he returned from patrols. They always flew in short sessions to get her used to being in the air. He taught her the basics of saddling a horse and how to ride on the ground first, and when it was finally time for Clover's first solo ride, she was brimming with excitement. She took to the skies with Bellamy close behind. Everything was going smoothly until something spooked her pegasus, throwing her off. If it wasn't for her brother's quick thinking, she would likely be dead. After that, Clover developed a fear of heights and her spark for becoming a pegasus knight was quelled. She stopped riding with Bellamy and continued life as her mother wished.

    It wasn't until a few years later when a rowdy injured mare named Nerys was taken in that her life changed. In a sense, they were parallel to each other— two broken spirits whose dreams were shattered in small accidents. Clover's family could do little to cheer her up or even get near the hurt pegasus. Nerys refused to let humans approch her to mend her wounds. Upon hearing this, Clover ventured out to the stables late one night. The mare bucked and whinnied for a time before settling down as she moved closer, slowly reaching out to stroke her mane. It was odd, really. She did what her family's most experienced tamers could not. With great reluctance, her mother allowed for her to become Nerys' caretaker. They helped each other heal, so to speak. Clover nursed Nerys back to health, and Nerys restored her spirit. The trust they had in each other was boundless.

    Soon enough, they built such a close bond that Clover decided she was going to try and fly again. It was a bit of a rocky start. Nerys was not used to the heavy gear, yet alone the weight of another human being on her back. In due time, she was galloping around the field with ease— injuries healed and forgotten about. The next step was flight. Clover was still apprehensive about flying again after the accident and having gone without practice for so long, but she trusted Nerys. Their first ride together was a success and so were the countless rides after. Nerys slowly helped her overcome her fear of flying to an extent. With that, Clover's spark for becoming a pegasus knight was reignited. Seeing as Bellamy was the only person to support her desire to become a knight, he trained her in lance fighting. Her tenacity aided in her learning and she was soon able to fight atop Nerys.

    With a renewed sense of pride and purpose, and with Bellamy's guidance, Clover set off to enlist in the queen's royal army. She was quite nervous at first, unsure of how she would fit in with the other soldiers. Her proficiency with her javelin and deep bond with Nerys made her a quick hit, though. She quickly climbed the ranks and became a formidable liege— where she now proudly fights for the queen's cause.

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❧ Voice Lines ☙

☘ ON SELECT ::
    ↪ "I am at your service." [ Full/High Health ]
    ↪ "Leave this to me." [ Medium Health ]
    ↪ "I can... still fight." or "We can do this, Nerys..." [ Low Health ]

☘ ON HIT ::
    ↪ "Take this!"
    ↪ "Hyah!"
☘ ON KILL ::
    ↪ "As luck would have it."
    ↪ "I guess it wasn't your lucky day~"
☘ PARTNER KILL ::
    ↪ "Well done."
    ↪ "Lucky shot."
☘ MISS ::
    ↪ "Merde!"
☘ DODGE ::
    ↪ "Better luck next time!"
☘ GUARD ::
    ↪ "Stay back, fiend!"
☘ SUPPORT STAT ::
    ↪ "Best of luck~"
☘ SUPPORT HIT ::
    ↪ "Have another!"
    ↪ "And one from me!"
☘ HEALED ::
    ↪ "Merci!"
    ↪ "Thank you, dear~"
☘ CRITICAL ::
    ↪ "Your luck has run out!"
    ↪ "Know your place!"
    ↪ "I make my own luck!"
☘ LEVEL UP ::
    ↪ "Hou la la! It seems that Lady Luck is on my side!" [ Great Stat Gain ]
    ↪ "We're getting better every day, huh Nerys?" [ Neutral Stat Gain ]
    ↪ "I'm just... down on my luck..." [ Poor Stat Gain ]
☘ RETREAT ::
    ↪ "Nngh, tough break. I'm sorry— Nerys and I must retreat."
☘ DEATH ::
    ↪ "Please... Take care of Nerys for me..."
    ↪ "Je vais en paix..."

☘ Voice Claim :: Eva Green | Lea Seydoux  [ Engligh | French ]
☘ Face Claim :: Lydia Graham
☘ Smells of almonds and Let The Good Times Roll
☘ Her horse's name, Nerys, translates to "Lady".
☘ Clover has a sense of fear/unease when she is in the air without Nerys. She doesn't like flying with other people unless she's on her own pegasus.
☘ Clover's sight is extremely important to her, hence her fear of absolute darkness.
☘ Chocolate tastes like soap to her. She'll glady munch on some caramels, though!
☘ Has the magical proficiency of a stick. She doesn't understand magic at all, but respects anyone who does.
☘ Her favorite color is green and she has a fondess for white daffodils.
☘ She loves braiding other people's hair— the longer the better! If she can't braid it, she'll be content with styling it as well.