Broók Vivienne Spencer

Name
Broók Vivienne Spencer

Physical Traits
A thick mane of ebony hair frames her slender jaw line, while her bangs fall against a small portion of her visage, concealing one of her emerald green eyes.

Her rose tinted lips carry a soft smirk, that seems to constantly persist, as she carries herself with grace, always standing proud with her shoulders rolled back, and her chin very slightly tilted upward, showing a long slender neck that rests among lean shoulders.

Her body sports a fine set of feminine curves; lean but soft, fitting for her short stature. Her skin is unblemished and only very slightly sun kissed, showing a hint of her lack of work out doors.

Around her neck rests a long silver chain which bears a small silver locket engraved with the letter "F" which has been cast against the soft metal with an expert hand.

She speaks most of the time in a clear tone, soft but commanding. Her accent would be Gilnean but not harsh or strong.

Occupation
Works at the Tavern in Lakeshire.

Family
Flin Bryant Harrow- Partner.

Lilith Spencer - Mother [Deceased]

Darius Spencer - Father [Deceased]

Background
At the age of three, Brook was introduced to Flin Harrow who was only about two weeks older than she. The two quickly became a force to be reckoned with, as the years passed the two of them became the closest of friends, mischievous, constantly seeking trouble in order to have fun, though whereas Flin lacked at school Brook the total opposite and was quite the model student.

Brook used Flin’s laziness to her advantage, always seeking to make fun of him for not being as quick witted as she was. Eventually when the two were in their early teens, they began to go with one another to the harvest festival. Brook still maintained her tom-boy look, further impressed upon her by her late start into puberty. Flat chested and overly annoying to Flin, he never looked upon her as a 'date' to the harvest festival, but rather as a companion to cause a ruckus with.

As time passed and the two slowly began to spend lest time with each other due to work and so forth, Flin working at the Docks while Brook helped her mother at the tailor’s.

It was during the harvest festival on their seventeenth year that she finally realized something that had only briefly crossed her thoughts before. Spotting Flin and his friends she slowly made her way through the crowded streets. Feeling eyes burn into her as she weaved her way into an opening, whispers quickly grew around her.

Reaching Flin she smiled as she let go of the grasped robe allowing it to sweep down around her feet, looking on at him her eyes taken in ever detail, he had changed so much over the past year, his shoulders and back had broadened and a rugged shadow framed a strong jaw line. He looked like a man, no longer the boy she once knew.

[To be continued]

Criminal Record
Clean

Current Status
Returing home for a little.