Clementine is a Hound-O-Mancer creation; her body is that of a golden pheasant, her head an elephant's, her ears belong to a long-eared jerboa, her eyes a tortoise's, her nose that of a wildebeest, legs of a tiger, the feet of a java mouse-deer, the bobcat's tail and the coat of a pink fairy armadillo. All wrapped up in a dhole, coloured package. She'll grow no taller than three feet, and her tusks make it extremely difficult to graze.

She has a tiredness around her eyes that far surpasses her actual age, but bright, expressive ears that make up for it. Part of that tiredness, no doubt, comes from the chronic pain in her neck, the weight of her tusks, armour, and gemstone weighing on the joint.

Despite her odd appearance, Clementine is so far, very well adjusted. She doesn't seem inclined to violence or gruesome acts. She doesn't really seem to have many grand goals at all. She peruses the caves with all the urgency of an old woman browsing the fresh produce aisle at the grocery store; occasionally squinting and leaning back at details as if her eyesight had grown dim.

Clementine prefers to stay away from the workings of politics and the life-changing adventures the caves have to offer. Instead, she prefers to spend her time in calm, collected surroundings. She'd adore books if she had any, and if she could read. But, she enjoys company for the stories they bring, unless said company is too rambunctious for her sensible tastes.

Clementine began cleaning up the baths in Tunnel S. With an interest in using them to soothe her chronic pains.

She joined Feeding The Maw after hearing a call for help. This quest has yet to conclude.