SLEEP, PRETTY DARLING && open, return

[clover.]

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DON'T MISTAKE MY CHARITY — INFORMATION

[ i don't really have an excuse for being inactive? i just started school and i'm slowly trying to get into the rhythm of it. aaaand i've been meaning to do something that involved clover's sister, so her coming back from a failed attempt at finding priscilla seemed interesting to me <3 ]

she wasn't known to swear. but all that was running through her mind was fuck. fuck. clover had been naive to think that she could follow any rumor and think that it would lead her to her missing sister. her attempt had been honest, but it failed.

at least, when she came back, nothing seemed too out of place. she didn't know when the next meeting would take place but clover was sure that her demotion had taken place or would take place, rather soon. the girl had a pack slung on her back and she shuffled her way into the city, shooting heated looks at the scum who clung to the shadows and watched her like prey. she was bitter, but rightly so, and not in the mood to get have anyone get in trouble with her.

her boutique seemed alright. from the outside, she peered up at it carefully. it was still crumbling and there wasn't much she could do about that. clover wasn't very handy, tool-wise. she could stitch cloth together and skin but give her a hammer and she might just stand there for five minutes. she used to know someone who could probably build the nicest looking shelter, but this wasn't harthwaire, anymore.

clover sighed, leaning against the building. she was so tired. so weary, and it showed in her crumpled features and sagging form. her thoughts wandered into pointless, trivial things but that's what happened when you were slightly sleep-deprived. she wondered if anyone had really noticed her absence, and then that made her think of mettaton. she hoped the man was doing okay, wherever in the world he was.

then...she couldn't really remember what she thought about next, because she was asleep. with her head leaning against the wall and soft breathes escaping her, she finally got the sleep she had been craving and dreading for the past few days.
[spoiler=✨ TAGS | AUGUST EIGHTEENTH]GENERAL ·ﾟ★
— clover neraida maryam / cis female / she/her pronouns / prefers to be called clover; won't object to any nicknames used by friends
— created may 27th  / twenty-three years old / mentally and physically an adult
— the badlands / chamber

MISC INFO ·ﾟ★
— never takes off the silver ring engraved with roses and vines on her middle finger as it was given to her by her best friend.
— a lover of fashion and a passionate seamstress. will reassemble her clothing to create new outfits, and despite how impractical it may be she'll pay money for new fabric and cloth for her clothing.
— loves horror and romantic literature.
— enjoys gardening and creates gardens whenever she goes.
— speaks in a very articulate and verbose manner.

PHYSICAL ·ﾟ★ x.
— physical health: 100% / mental health: 95%
— upright posture / walks with a graceful gait  / smells of dyes and cloth
— she is 5'9'', which is considerably taller than most woman so she tends to tower over many others. she has short and sleek black hair that sweeps onto her forehead, olive black eyes, and caramel brown skin that is typically covered with long sleeved clothing but from time-to-time she can be seen with a t-shirt. often, she is wearing a black hijab and lipstick. clover's ears are pierced, and she wears silver studs. a scar stretches across her stomach. she has swirling tattoos over her back, shoulders, and upper arms but they are never seen due to her outfits, which she conveniently cuts to cover herself.

PERSONALITY ·ﾟ★
— positive traits: motherly, patient, humble, worrier, friendly
— neutral traits: perceptive, natural peacemaker, serious, mature
— negative traits:[/color] literal, high self-expectations, judgmental, awkward
— ravenclaw / amity / mbti type
— clover is an amiable and patient person, born with mother-like instincts. she is prone to keeping tabs on people, but she means no harm by it; if she cares about you, she does it to be sure that you're alright. at times, it's difficult for clover to relax, and her serious attitude can sometimes put people off.

[b]RELATIONSHIPS ·ﾟ★
— bisexual / single / not necessarily looking or interested
— virginia maryam x unnamed father
— older biological sister is priscilla (npc)
— pm to mentor / prev trained by her sister

INTERACTION ·ﾟ★
— hard physically / hard mentally / knows self defense
— usually doesnt start fights / shows mercy (often) / will kill; will maim
— has no issues with the necessity of violent bloodshed / the type to execute decisions for the greater good regardless of their personally unsavory nature
— attack in bold underline
— powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed
— in a fight, clover is accustomed to fighting with her fists and will not hesitate to hurt anyone who threatens her. she is familiar with how to fight with daggers and blades, and conceals one on the inside of her thigh as well as in her sleeves or pocket. her secondary weapon, as strange as it may be, is a chainsaw. it had once been used to help with her landscaping but when she decided to leave, she knew that a simple dagger wasn't going to be enough. along with that, she'll typically carry an automatic pistol on her hip.

OTHER ·ﾟ★
— heartchart / pinterest / bio / pm this account for plots
— lowkey based off of kanaya maryam from homestuck[/spoiler]

[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"][color=black]NESSY!!! <3 welcome back i missed you hhh

Dylan had noticed the disappearance of his friend a day or so after she went off to look for her sister. It was a troubling though to imagine something bad happening to her - although Clover could look after herself, he didn't want anyone he knew to be injured or killed. If he wasn't hurt himself he probably would've gone to look around for her, so you can imagine the grin that burst onto his face when he spotted her down the street one day.

"Clover? Is that you?" The brown-haired boy shield his eyes against the blazing sun and peered down the street at her. The figure was tall like Clover and standing against her old store/home, just like she would be if she hadn't gone missing, but he refused to get excited just yet. The heat here was known to play tricks on the mind and naked eye, even positive tricks like an old friend returning from fuck knows where. He put away the switchblade he was messing around with and began to approach the Badlander who was hopefully Clover, until he was only a few steps away from her. He was smiling widely, his body jittery with an emotion he had never quite experienced. To see someone he cared about safe... It was a scary emotion but he quite liked it, the unfamilarity of friendship. "You made it back! I was starting to get worried." Dylan grinned.

[charlie luciano]

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