Appearance: Brooke could be considered a slip of a woman. She's slim, to the point of being a bean pole, and isn't the curviest woman in the world. If you ask Brooke her hips and chests might as well be nonexistent. At 5' 5" she's not the tallest woman either. Despite the fact that she's 25 she still gets mistaken for a 21 or 22 year old at times. Dirty blonde colored hair falls just part her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes hold a wolfish twinkle to them. Usually Brooke can be found wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and work boots with a cowboy hat on. It's not usual to find hay stuck in her hair.
As a wolf, Brooke is a large grey timber wolf.
Personality: A firm believer in working for what you want, that it's not going to get handed to you. Fiercely independent, she's not going to wait around for someone save her, she's going to try her damnest to save herself before she gives up. Once Brooke latches on to something, whether it be an idea or a person, she doesn't give up on it until it's clear that it's a lost cause.
Loyal, protective, and caring are a few words that come to mind when people first meet her. She's quick to laugh at a joke if she finds it funny, though her own brand of humor tends to run on the sarcastic side. She's got patience in spades and finds herself able to stay cool under pressure.
Special abilities/talents: Good with a shot gun and horses.
Supernatural Affinity: Species/Group: Born Werewolf Power(s):Regular Werewolf Stuff Affiliation/Rank:(if applicable)
History: Brooke's childhood was a normal one. Well werewolf normal, not human normal. From an early age she had a love for horses. At the age for six she got her first pony, as well as a magic amulet to hide her scent from the animal. From that day forth she and that pony were the best of friends. As she got older, Brooke got into larger horses and started in competitions. She had an eye for horse flesh and a way with the animals.
At the age of 20, she traveled out of state to look at a new horse for some breeding that she was planning on doing. It was during this trip that she meet Jason. It was love at first sniff. After week of romance, and other things, Brooke woke up one morning to find Jason not beside her. He was gone. Never to be heard from gone.
A few weeks later, Brooke found out that not only had she been stupid enough to mate with a male who left her, but she was also pregnant. She stayed out her pregnancy in her pack but left once the baby was born. She packed up her horses and moved as fair north as she could, settling in Mysteria, North Dakota. The local wolf pack was given the story that her mate had died and she had moved her and the baby up here to try and move on.
Over the past few years Brooke has worked on building her horse farm and raising her daughter. Besides things being odd in the town, she's had to deal with the fact that while her daughter might not be a werewolf, she's still got something off about her.
Flaws/weaknesses: Brooke's biggest weakness would be Anna. She'd do anything for her daughter and do anything to keep her safe. The sun raises and sets on Anna, and Brooke would go insane if anything happened to her.
Curiosity killed the...wolf? If there's a noise Brooke has to check it out. If there's a closed door she has to open it. And if you tell her not to look in something? It's going to kill her until she does.
Brooke is one of the few werewolves that wolfsbane works on. She's allergic to the plant and if she comes in contact with it she becomes extremely ill. If she ever ingests the plant it would probably kill her. Not that anyone should be ingesting wolfsbane, but it would work quicker and in more extreme measures on Brooke then it would the average person.
Merits/strengths: Brooke's got a super sniffer. She's one of the best tracker among were kind. Every kinda of supernatural has a different scent to her and she can almost always smell when someone is not quite human.
Focus is the name of the game. Brooke stays cool and focused, even in the more chaotic situations. If shit is hitting the fan, Brooke not going to be the one freaking out.