Post by Brooke Briar Steeleye on Feb 4, 2009 9:46:30 GMT -5
Brooke Briar Steeleye
Name Meaning-
(Brooke- Old English place name meaning "small stream." Variant, Brook, exists. Diminutive is Brookie.)
Species- Otter
Gender- Female
Age: 30ish
Weapons- Sword, Dagger, Walking Staff, Long Bow
Fur Color- Blonde
Eye Color- Emerald Green
*~Weapons Of Choice~*
Brooke arms herself with one sword that was a gift to her from her father. Graced with three purple gemstones embedded on the cross tree and where the blade begins it is etched with a diamond like decoration. It is neatly slid into a leather sheath that is strapped to her back with the smoothed red ruby handle end shining brilliantly from the sun's rays. Also she wields a silver, crinkled edge dagger that was placed in her paws by her late husband, Slone BravePaw. Firmly it is strapped in a leather sheath, which is tied fast to her upper right thigh, a place where no beast can see it. When traveling Brooke usually has a solid oak gripped firmly in her paws to assist her steps. One day while venturing into the forest she found a young piece of oak, shaved off the bark, sanded it smooth, and then finished it off by putting a beautiful carving from the top to the bottom. Since she was taught by experts to use her weapons she uses them very skillfully.
*~Character Description~*
Brooke wears a long flowing dark purple skirt that reaches all of the way down to bare footpaws. The shirt that she wears is a black V-neck with puffy short sleeves. It is rather short on the bottom and show off some of her firm stomach. Running along the top of the skirt is a thick dull silver linked chain belt. Given to her by her mother is a polished emerald gemstone necklace that adorns her neck, which also matches a bicep bracelet and studded earrings. These match her piercing emerald green eyes. In the colder weather she wears a black cloak that extends down to half of the length of her skirt, and is lined with black satin. It also has a complementing hood that is pulled up over her blonde, feathery head fur and is pinned by a broach at the neck to keep it from falling off of her shoulders.
*~Personality~*
She is very humble and does not radiate the heir of being prodigious. Although she is cautious of others, not trusting them too quickly, she still is not judgmental of them. But beasts that meet her are not aware of this untrusting quality because of the will to hide it well with an outspoken but friendly personality. Trust and friendliness are two completely different things to Brooke. Other beasts are drawn to her because of her loyalty and loving zest for life. Taking in everything around her she is mesmerized by the beauty of nature. Having wisdom beyond her years and being cheerful but mature has gotten her through numerous difficult times in her life. Being quite but bold, when the situation calls for it, you can usually find her trying to help other beasts in need. Often though her outspoken boldness, once it takes hold, gets her into trouble and more than once she has put her footpaw into her mouth. More over she loves to have fun, laugh at herself, and dance to a good tune no matter how ridiculous she may look.
Brooke had been betrayed by a fox and so this is where her hate for them comes into play.
*~Family~*
When Brooke regains her memory she remembers that she has a family back at the Holt who survived the last raid. With the few that survived they all had decided to stay and rebuild their home.
Brooke had a great relationship with her family but she and her father had a special bond with each other.
Mother: Hazelmist Briar
Eye Color: Misty Hazel
Fur Color: Blonde
Occupation: Seamstress
Father: Brunon (meaning brown) Gerlach (meaning spear thrower) Briar,
Brunon means brown
Gerlach means spear thrower
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Fur Color: Brown
Occupation: Weaponry
Brother: Corrado Bannon Briar
Corrado means bold
Bannon means commander
Occupation: Military Beast, a mighty commander
*~Biography~*
Brooke was born and raised in a Holt near North River Moss named Holt Ayame (Aye-ah-may, meaning Iris). Things were wonderful there until they started to get attacked regularly by a band of renegade Fox, informed by a fox disguised as an otter. Since they were not wise in the ways of combat they decided to send out ambassadors to the more experienced local Forts for help. Soon they returned with expert fighters from Fort Emerald Bay. They had promised to train the Holt and to teach them how to defend the village against future vermin aggression. Brooke was chosen as one of the elite trainees, among others, one of them who happened to be, unbeknown to Brooke at the time, her future husband and father to their son, Sloan BravePaw (meaning warrior).
Training was hard. Brooke and Sloan trained together until gradually they fell deeply in love, got married and soon after were expecting a kit. Obviously they chose to leave the training courses for the time being in order to raise their soon-to-be born dibbun. When he was born they named him Fleckseye Gold because he had inherited Brooke's emerald green eyes but received flecks of his fathers gold eyes perfectly placed in his own.
All was peaceful with no attacks coming from the vermin in a few years. But on one solitary evening they came in to invade Holt Ayame one last time. They fought a courageous fight but were no match for the recently proliferated vermin army.
The new family was too deep in slumber to hear the commotion that was befalling the village, until a band of evil ones plunged through their door of privacy. Upon entering they grabbed Slone, forcing him outside. They encircled his unarmed body, each proceeding to take turns swinging their blades at him until he no longer drew a breath. Standing there with Fleckseye cradled in her arms Brooke watched their happy life end in horror. Her emerald green eyes filled with tears that were steadily streaming down her face like a raging river.
Once they were satisfied that Sloan was dead the vermin then turned their vengeance upon the remaining two, instead of killing mother and cub out right they were taken captive to serve as slaves, a fate worse than death to an otter and her cub. They were harshly treated and given only limited rations of food. Fleckseye became sick with fever and he began to lose weight. Brooke spent every waking hour, when not in servitude to the vermin, tending to and holding her kit but to no avail. One night he fell asleep in death in her loving arms no more to look upon her with his beautiful emerald, gold flecked eyes. Brooke had to bury his little body in the forsaken vermin land, something that she did not want to do but had no choice.
After that Brooke seemed to lose all hope and zest for life. The female otter possessed not even a spark of will to live. On one cold winter evening she had made a solemn vow to meet Sloan and Fleckeye at the Dark Forest Gates. Waiting for all of the vermin to be fast asleep Brooke took some harmful herbs that she had secretly gathered, over dosed on them. Engulfed with her own sorrow and hoping very much to die she laid down her slender body on the bug infested bed and fell asleep.
Fortunately the fight outside did not last long because of the immenseness of the F.E.B.’s forces. Breaking down the door they find her still alive. Picking up her limp body they rush her to the closest Abby, the Redwall Abby. There’s where she recovered and was taken care of until she was strong enough, counteracting the herbs that she took with others that stopped the poison from completely taking over her body. But sad to say her psyche could not take any more sadness so it had decided to guard her against certain self-destruction by putting up a barrier in her mind so that she no longer could recall what had betided her.
The Abbey creatures had told her that the warriors had saved her life by bringing her to the Abby for treatment, from one of the greatest healers there. She was not sure where F.E.B. was stationed but she eventually left the Abby and traveled from Fort to Fort, determined to find her humble savors. She departed from the Abby in the best shape of her life.
Along the way of course Brooke had some good times, discovering new cultures and spending time with some good beasts. At the fort called 'Army of Southsward' she met Rockpaw Steeleye. It was her special relationship with him that brought forth the painful memories of her past. Surprisingly she was able to deal with them with the help of Rock. They were married and then moved on to find FEB.
Once they found the fort they quickly realized that it had been over thrown and left desolate. As fate may have it the Fort had been devastated by the same vermin that ruined her life. Brooke then vowed to return the haven to its former stunning beauty.
Since her adventures of being fort commander the female left the fort in capable paws of a friend named Bliss Belle, a female otter. Brooke decided to venture out on her own for a while, finding The Black Arch Fort. Towed along with her are her children and Bliss' child, an eight year old femme named Asia.
Brooke adopted a male otter named Tucker before her biological children were born. (But since he was played by another person I really don't include him as one of her children.)
Logan Emeric
Logan : LOH-gen : gaelic "from the little hollow"
Brown fur
Emerald Green Eyes
Bare Footpaws
Logan was born at Fort Emerald Bay in one of the bungalows that was prepared especially for his birth. Jasalyne Noel, a hare and SilverRose Brighteye, a squirrel, assisted Rockpaw and Brooke with the birth of their first biological son.
Twin girls:
Shylah
Shayna
*~The Present~*
Brooke has now returned to FEB. She enjoyed her time at another fort but what her heart really longed for was her home. With a renewed spirit she hopes to restore the fort and it's activity.