Clover's fur can seem more 'feathery' than others of her species, most prominent on her ears, thanks to her blaziken father. Said father also gave her her blue eyes, along with the ability to set her legs on fire at inopportune times.

Melanism has turned her fur and skin black - at least, the parts that were not naturally black. So far the worst that has happened because of it was some bullying in school, or being bumped into in poorly lit areas.

She keeps a scarf around her neck for comfort, the texture useful for stimming, and the brightness helping her be seen at night. The riolu also keeps a satchel of assorted supplies on her hip even when off duty.

A little shy, a little unsure, Clover can seem like a newborn trying to find her feet yet again. She thrives in systems and rules, and gets called uncreative and boring on more then one occasion for being a stickler for the 'right way' to do things.

Functioning out of a system or well placed plan can be difficult for her, leading to being overwhelmed or confused. 'Follow your heart', she's told, 'help the sick, the poor, no matter their background' - to call her a gullible bleeding heart because of those ideals is not a far stretch.

Practicing professionalism in giving medical aid is a constant. It's good and all to be supportive, to be that 'bleeding heart', but being an oversensitive crybaby that needs to grow up (as certain pokemon would say) is not productive when you need to get that ponyta with a broken leg away from a feral luxray pride.

Capital born and capital raised, Clover's home was part dojo, part garden. You could say it was 'cushy', with her parents being exMilitary with their own businesses to continue supporting their children. Those that wanted to train under their blaziken father could, those who wanted long camping trips with mum could do that - both parents focused on letting their kids choose and forge their own path knowing they had support and a home to return to if things got hairy.

So Clover stumbled along, continues to stumble along, knowing her parents know she's a girl, know she won't quite be the fighter they were, but be proud of their daughter all the same. They also know they can find her curled up on the rooftop garden the family has kept for generations.

As a fresh recruit, she has not see a lot of 'dungeon dives', or really been out of the Capital proper on military missions. Sure, she's had her share of camp outs and lowkey training from her mother, but Clover is very much still a greenhorn - prone to mistakes from lack of experience, or being overwhelmed by strange and new areas.