Meet Clover. Born and raised on a housing estate in Northside, Dublin. Hoxton, you have history with her. Why don’t you tell the story…



“She was just a day off the Holyhead ferry when I met her. Already calling herself Clover. The little toe-rag tried to pull the Pigeon Drop on me. Haha! Well, of course, I picked up on that shit right away. But I saw something in her. This cocky bird had some balls, y’know. So I thought, rather than clip her wings, I’d help her fly. Taught her what I knew, like. Proper Fagin to her.

Anyway, long story short, we grifted across the UK, pulled a bunch of heists, and then the little shit ran out on me with a lorry load of Territorial Army L-95’s. Could’ve killed the little fucker! But then…Y’know, I thought, she’s gonna do alright. As she drove that lorry away, waving two fingers at me, I was proud of her… In a way. Haha… Good times.”

Burglar
The natural dexterity of the burglar has benefits beyond merely breaking and entering. Being nimble allows the burglar to pick locks, bag bodies and answer pagers faster. They are also harder to hit in combat. They stay alive by staying out of the way.

This physical conditioning also gives burglars a high tolerance to pain, and they are able to shrug off wounds quickly.



Clover´s Shillelagh
It’s hard to determine the true origins of the shillelagh. How can you pinpoint the first time someone picked up a stout stick and brained someone else with it? And the shillelagh really hasn’t evolved too much beyond that. Some prize blackthorn wood, while some might fill the head with molten lead. Others might bind it with leather straps, or cure it with animal fat. But, at the end of the day, it really is just a bloody heavy stick that cracks skulls.



Queen’s Wrath
Clover and Hoxton hijacked a lorry delivering L-95 assault rifles to a Territorial Army depot outside Aldershot, England. Clover drove off with the entire shipment, while leaving her mentor to fight his way out. Hox didn’t really mind – he had taught her well.

This rifle is the last one from that batch. It is powerful, robust and easy to maintain. Clover sold the shipment to Libyan rebels but kept the Wrath – to remind herself of that last job, and her first teacher.



Clover
Clover’s mask represents what Clover both fears and hates most of all – wearing a mask as your normal face. The surgically-shrunken nose, the botox’d lips and the expression of all-consuming vanity and self-obsession – all are symbols of fear and weakness, twisted into a horrifying parody.

Clover grew up in a rough house in a rough part of town. Her ancestors were fighters in every generation, and she is fiercely dedicated to her Irish heritage. She wears the clovers for luck, as well as a way to say “I’m Irish, and I’m proud”.