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Clover

Ray

Old Enough

She / Her

CST

—    ooc.   

Yes I am a real Female. Please don't bug me about it.
I'm English. Please don't use other languages.. I'll look at you funny.
I love the color pink.
Wolf is my animal.
Yes, I do have Snapchat, and Facebook. No you can't have them.**Hobbies:**
Gaming.
I write poems and I read.
Other than that, you don't really need to know.**Any More?**
I can be the sweetest person you meet or the weirdest. Do you take the risk?

—    contact.   

Discord. Zonneschijn
Twitter. @FFXIV_Ray

—    About Ray.   

About the Creator
Please follow the button down below in order to see more about Ray.

• ABOUT ME

—    one.   

Respect is a big thing. If you don't have it please don't approach me. Everything I do is based on treating everyone equal.I rather someone be true to themselves and not make something up to be in my good graces.Be unique, be interesting and please write more than a sentence at a time.

—    two.   

Do not expect me to devote all my attention to you. I have many things to do in a day such as work, and be an adult. I also will not devote time to just give you constant attention.Treat me like a human being and I will do the same to you.

—    three.   

I also love gposing. Please keep this in mind. I take pictures of my character in character.I will never put my character in place of my IRL. If you do this to me, I will block you.Please do not take that me doing pictures means that I will be doing free pictures for you as well. I give back what I give.Just because I gpose with you, DOESN'T mean I want to be with you/ your character.

 name. 
Clover Thimblewhisk
 age. 
Unknown — appears quite young, but time forgets the quiet ones
 race. 
Neko-type (Tail-less Variant) — a small, sensitive subspecies not bred for battle, but made brave by choice
 nameday. 
13th Bell of the 3rd Blooming Sun
 guardian deity. 
Nymeia, the Spinner — goddess of fate and the quiet threads between hearts, trusted by those who serve in silence
 gender. 
Female
 pronouns. 
She / Her
 sexuality. 
Pansexual — devotion-driven; she doesn’t fall in love so much as she kneels in it

 height. 
3 fulms, 10 ilms (approx. 4'10")
Small even by Neko standards — a pocket-sized protector with ribbons in her hair and armor laced with lace. She moves like a whisper between footsteps, with the grace of someone used to being underestimated.
 weight. 
Featherlight — approx. 78 ponz
Her frame is soft but not fragile—built for nimbleness, not intimidation. Every ounce of her carries purpose, whether pouring tea or standing firm behind a shield too big for her hands.
 hair color. 
Honey-blonde with soft ivory undertones
Her hair falls in gentle waves, often tied back with bows or lace ribbons. It catches the light like morning butter, warm and sweet, and always smells faintly of lavender or sugar. No matter the battle—it's always brushed.
 eye color. 
Springtime blue, wide and curious
Her eyes shimmer like dew on new grass—too big for her face, too honest for her own good. They cloud when she’s flustered, sparkle when praised, and narrow sharply when danger draws near.
 skin tone. 
Peach-cream porcelain with a dusting of freckled pink across her nose
Her complexion is soft and fair, touched by candlelight and long afternoons spent by the hearth. She flushes easily—when complimented, when scolded, or when her hand is held too long.
 notable features. 
Velvety kitten ears crown her head, flicking when startled or praised. Her tail is absent, a trait rare among her kind, b

 job occupation. 
Domestic Companion · Bodyguard · Maid-for-Hire — trained in teacups and shieldplay alike. A servant by choice, a guardian by heart.
 place of origin. 
Bloomvale Warren — somewhere between wildflower fields and whispered fairytales. A hidden warren laced in lace and old stories.
 current home. 
The Teacup Fort — a cozy attic above a teahouse in the Lavender Beds, where the ceiling slopes low and safety smells like steeped chamomile.
 affiliation. 
None officially — but her loyalty is worn like a ribbon, tied to those who earn it. She belongs only where she chooses to kneel.
 family. 
None who remember her properly — their names tucked in ink-stained notes beneath her pillow. She brews tea for them still, just in case.
 marital status. 
Single — though her heart waits quietly for someone worthy to hand it to, wrapped in silk and steel.

 likes. 
The sound of teacups clinking in gentle hands.
Freshly folded linens warm from the hearth.
Quiet praise whispered just loud enough for her ears alone.
Rain tapping on windows while she sews.
Knowing exactly where she belongs—and who she serves.
 dislikes. 
Raised voices and slammed doors.
Being left behind without a word.
Messes in rooms that were once perfect.
Commands without kindness.
Getting her apron dirty… unless it’s for someone she loves.
 virtues. 
She lives to care—to notice the little things others forget.
A devoted soul with bravery stitched into every thread.
Her love is service, her strength is stillness, and her heart belongs wholly once given.
 flaws. 
She gives too quickly, and forgets to ask for anything back.
Her softness can be mistaken for surrender—and sometimes, she lets it be.
She follows loyalty like a lantern, even into places that don’t deserve her light.

 personality. 
Clover moves through the world with gentle purpose, every step measured like a stitch in fine lace. She is soft-spoken, but never unsure—her silence is thoughtful, not timid. She listens more than she speaks, and when she does speak, it’s with care, honesty, and the weight of someone who means every word.Born into no great legacy, she crafted her own path through quiet devotion. Service is not her burden—it is her joy. She finds meaning in the small, sacred things: a tray balanced just right, a bow tied without a wrinkle, a shield raised at the perfect moment.Clover is submissive by nature, but never without will. She chooses who to follow, and once chosen, her loyalty is absolute. She’ll defend her bond with the steadiness of stone and the sweetness of sugar, wielding kindness like armor and obedience like a vow.Her bravery is quiet, like her voice—rarely shouted, always felt. She stands when it matters, kneels when it’s earned, and gives of herself without asking for more. But beneath all the ribbons and reverence, there is a strength forged in silence—a steadiness that cannot be bought or broken.She is the warmth in the teacup, the steel beneath the frill, the heart that beats louder in protection than in pride.

 headcanon one. 
Clover apologizes when she cries—even if no one’s there. She was taught that tears were something to excuse, not express. Now, when emotion wells too high, she’ll retreat to the laundry room or behind cupboard doors, tucking her sobs into silence like folded napkins. She’s slowly learning that softness isn’t shameful.
 headcanon two. 
She irons her ribbons while humming lullabies she doesn't remember learning. They change with her mood—some cheerful, some haunting, but always soft. She believes the songs were once her mother’s, even if the memory is gone. Music, to her, is memory that survived forgetting.
 headcanon three. 
She keeps a journal that no one is allowed to read—not even those she loves. It’s not filled with secrets, but with small things: compliments she wasn’t sure were real, sketches of her favorite teacups, names she wishes she were brave enough to say out loud. It’s her version of courage, written in ink and gentleness.

 favorite color. 
Rose cream — the soft blush of a petal pressed between pages, of warm cheeks in candlelight, of ribbons chosen just because they feel lovely.
 favorite food. 
Freshly baked honey-butter biscuits with a touch of thyme — crisp on the outside, melt-soft inside. Best when made for someone else.
 favorite drink. 
Chamomile milk tea with lavender and a dash of vanilla — served warm, always with both hands around the cup, like she’s holding a secret.
 favorite weather. 
A quiet drizzle at dusk — gentle rain on cobblestones, when the world slows down and even the breeze seems to hush for tea.
 favorite flower. 
Forget-me-nots — tiny blue blooms tucked in hidden corners. She leaves them where only the observant will find them.
 favorite sound. 
The soft pop of a jam jar opening, the rustle of freshly folded linens, or a voice saying her name like it’s something worth protecting.
 favorite place. 
A little windowsill seat in her attic room — piled with pillows, stitched with old stories. It overlooks a garden she doesn’t own, but loves anyway.
 favorite feeling. 
Being chosen—genuinely, gently, without question. When someone sees her not as a servant or shield, but as someone precious in her own quiet right.

 Abilities 
❖ Teacup Valor (Passive / Physical)
Clover’s strength lies not in size, but in resolve. She can anchor herself like a tower in a storm, shielding others with a steadfastness that defies her frame. Beneath her frills lies muscle trained through repetition, discipline, and devotion. Her blocks are clean. Her parries, poetic.
— Mechanically, this grants increased resistance to knockback, excellent blocking and stance retention, and powerful counter-strikes when defending others.❖ Maid’s Reflex (Instinctive / Movement-Based)
Years of weaving between trays and tantrums taught Clover how to move. She slips through chaos with the grace of a falling ribbon—ducking, dodging, and dancing just outside danger’s grasp.
— This manifests as enhanced agility, quick direction changes, and uncanny dodges, especially in tight quarters or while guarding another.❖ Ribbon Ward (Support / Protective Magic)
Clover weaves faint enchantments into her garments—charms stitched between hems, ribbons tied with intention. When threatened, these soft spells can absorb harm meant for another or redirect ill will. Her magic is gentle, but its protection is absolute.
— Mechanically, this grants damage redirection, barrier generation, or debuff resistance for allies she’s actively guarding.❖ Sugarsteel Resolve (Passive / Mental Fortitude)
She might flinch—but she doesn’t fall. Clover’s submission is chosen, not forced, and she cannot be easily bent. Commands that lack care falter against her. Fear cannot find root when her purpose is clear.
— Mechanically, this provides resistance to charm, fear, and confusion-based effects. Her will cannot be coerced by threats or manipulation.❖ Hearthbound Grace (Ritual Magic / Emotional Trigger)
When someone she cares for is truly in danger, Clover’s magic blooms like a hearthfire flaring to life. Her strength triples, her enchantments pulse brighter, and her voice no longer trembles. She becomes a wall wrapped in lace, a vow made flesh.
— This activates automatically when a bonded person is gravely threatened. Grants temporary boosts to strength, defense, and protective spell potency.

 Health.    ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆
Small in frame, but surprisingly sturdy. Clover can take more punishment than most expect—but deep bruises, both physical and emotional, linger longer beneath the bows.
 Strength.    ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆
She won’t lift boulders, but she’ll lift burdens—people, shields, and whatever needs holding. Her power is precise, not overwhelming, and always in service to another.
 Tenacity.    ★★★★★★★☆☆☆
She doesn’t shout through suffering—she endures it quietly. Clover bends, never breaks, holding fast to her purpose even when her hands shake.
 Stamina.    ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆
She can keep going… and going… until her body protests. But once drained, it shows. Her energy is gentle and finite, like a candle she protects from the wind.
 Intelligence.    ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆
Quick to notice, slow to judge. Clover’s wisdom is lived-in—gathered from observation, quiet rooms, and lessons stitched between service and survival.
 Dexterity.    ★★★★★★★☆☆☆
Light on her feet and nimble with her hands. Clover moves like a ribbon caught in a breeze—graceful, careful, and just out of harm’s reach.
 Perception.    ★★★★★★★☆☆☆
She notices what others forget. A stain out of place. A trembling lip. A silence that means more than words. Her gaze is soft—but misses nothing.
 Charisma.    ★★★★★★★☆☆☆
She doesn’t command a room—but she soothes one. Her charm is humble, sweet, and disarming, like a cup of tea handed to someone who didn’t know they needed it.
 Empathy.    ★★★★★★★★☆☆
Clover feels deeply, wholly, without filter. She aches when others ache. She gives more than she should. Her kindness is not a performance—it’s her foundation.

—    Key Items:.   

Important Items commonly found on her person.

 key item one. 
Threadbound Ribbon — A pale pink ribbon with fraying ends, worn always on her wrist or woven into her hair.
It once belonged to someone precious—who, she never says. The ribbon has been stitched and re-stitched countless times, yet never replaced. Clover believes it holds a quiet enchantment: as long as it’s tied properly, she’ll never be truly lost.

 key item two. 
Porcelain Button Charm — A tiny white button engraved with a silver rose, strung onto a chain and tucked beneath her blouse.
Not valuable, but irreplaceable. Found in the ashes of a place she doesn’t talk about, it’s her ward, her talisman, her promise to never leave a room messier than she found it—emotionally or otherwise. It’s warm to the touch, especially when she's afraid.

—    Sayings From Clover.   

Some quotes from Clover. Either by thought, or by word.

🫖 "I wasn’t made to lead or rule—I was made to notice what others forget… and to love them anyway."
🫖 "Kindness isn’t weakness. It’s just harder to lift than most weapons."
🫖 "I serve because I choose to. That’s what makes it sacred."
🫖 "My silence isn’t fear—it’s focus. I’m just deciding who’s worth my voice."
🫖 "Not every guardian needs a growl. Some just hold the line… and never let it fall."
🫖 "I don’t want to be worshipped or adored—I just want to matter to someone, quietly."
🫖 "Being small doesn’t mean I’m easy to move. Try pushing me and see where that gets you."
🫖 "Submission isn’t surrender. It’s trust. It’s knowing who I’d kneel for—and who I wouldn’t flinch for."
🫖 "You’d be amazed what you can carry once you stop apologizing for being strong."
🫖 "If I care for you, you’ll know it. If I protect you, you’ll feel it. If I love you… you’ll never have to ask."

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To Be Continued...

    ❖ The Maid Who Guards    
She’s small, polite, and easy to overlook… until she’s not. Those who’ve seen Clover shield someone twice her size never forget it. Perhaps your character witnessed her step between danger and someone she cared for—or maybe they were the one she shielded.    ❖ Ribbons and Rituals    
Clover has a quiet magic stitched into her every motion. Her tea is always perfectly steeped. Her bows, always even. If your character is attuned to subtle magicks or old domestic rites, they might sense something more in her methods… or feel compelled to test her rituals themselves.    ❖ A Soft Place to Land    
Despite her skittishness, Clover has a way of being where she’s needed—especially when someone is hurting. Your character may have found her beside them during a moment of grief, or perhaps she offered tea and quiet companionship without ever asking why.    ❖ The Teacup Fort Awaits    
Tucked above a Lavender Beds teahouse is a little attic known only to a few. If your character is lost, lonely, or simply in need of warmth, Clover might offer them sanctuary there—for one night, or for as long as they need.    ❖ Submission by Choice    
Clover kneels for no one unless she chooses to. Those who try to command her may find she doesn’t break—but those who earn her trust may find a companion like no other. Is your character a leader… or just loud?    ❖ The Watchful Waiter    
She sees more than she lets on. Maybe your character caught her watching from the corner of a ballroom, a battlefield, or a bench near the market. Quiet, calm, and unreadable. Do they confront her, ignore her, or ask what she saw?

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