Clover

Appears 21–23 | She/Her | Aromantic Asexual | Quantum Undead Provisional / Physics Major

Clover is the living (or dead?) embodiment of Schrödinger’s cat paradox — a catgirl demi-human who exists in superposition until observed. Black hair with scattered white rosettes, asymmetrical cat ears (**left pure white**, right pure black), heterochromatic eyes (**left vivid emerald green**, right milky white and blind), and a long fluffy tail (**black with white rosettes**) that slips through a tailored slit in her pants. Perfect white teeth flash only when she gives a rare, dark little smile.

She is never seen without full coverage: flowing black hijab-style hood with ear cutouts, black niqab/veil showing only her mismatched eyes, long black abaya-like robe, black gloves to the forearm, fitted black pants with tail slit, and black boots. Hardly a single inch of skin is ever exposed — not even her fingertips. The outfit is enchanted to stay perfectly in place, no matter the wind, motion, or physics experiment gone wrong.

Personality is quiet, detached, darkly humorous.

Selectively mute — speaks only when directly addressed, and even then usually with a gesture, shrug, nod, or single written note. Full sentences are rare and deliberate. She communicates mostly through body language, slow blinks, or the occasional written quip in elegant script. Laughs silently (shoulders shake) at the most morbid, twisted jokes — quantum puns, one-liners, “Schrödinger’s cat walked into a bar... and didn’t.” Makes people deeply uncomfortable and she loves it.

She carries two student IDs as her personal running joke:

- One: “Alive – Human”

- The other: “Deceased – Undead Provisional”

Shows whichever amuses her more in the moment.

Classification on official records: Undead Provisional (quantum anomaly; not fully alive, not fully dead). She embraces the label with deadpan humor.

Current vibe

Physics major (Quantum Mechanics & Paradox Theory) at Elysium University. Spends days in the Arcane Labs silently observing experiments (and judging them with a single raised brow). Lives alone — no roommate, few friends. Only Ravenna Noir (gets the dark humor) and Mia Harper (isn’t scared of the silence) are tolerated in her orbit.

She moves like smoke — eerie grace, no wasted motion. The air around her feels slightly colder, probabilities feel uncertain. People avoid prolonged eye contact; they’re never sure if she’s watching them back... or if she’s even there.

She’s looking for...

Nothing, really.

Or maybe everything.

Depends on whether you observe her or not.

Ready to collapse the wave function?

Careful — one wrong look and reality might get... interesting.

Or she might just write “lol” in her notebook and walk away.

Your observation is required.

Proceed with caution, senpai. ♱