Briannon Whitrose
Born 26 years ago in Whitrose farm and cidery, few miles south-east of Bree, by father Brian Bloody Boots and mother Fawnell Cartwell, married Whitrose. She was only child of sell sword and sickly Bree woman that died when Briannon was seven years old.
Legend
(+) - deceased
(0) - still living
Brian - Bloody Boots - Whitrose (+)
Short and stout man, with will of a boar and dark long beard and curly hair. He was always black sheep of Whitrose family, a son that could inherit the family Cidery that went well, and make it progress even more, but then he fell in love with road and easy coin, where you didn't have to work from dawn till night at farm. He believed in luck in cards and treasures of dead ruins, he stumbled upon band of bounty hunters, a common sell swords, no better then brigands and soon at his rather young age became their leader, gaining nickname Bloody Boots.
(He got the nickname after stomping the dead opponent with his boots and walking away to tavern while guts of the dead man still dragged after him in gruesome manner)
After death of his wife he took his daughter away from serene life in farm and dragged her with company trough most lands around Bree. He became wealthy man with treasures found or bounties solved, but as gold came gold went for wenches, gambling, horses, armor and weapons.
Even though he had a name of a cruel man, he asked for discipline that was not common in the lands, thought by a some foreigner that served in military ranks at some far to east lands. He expected nothing less from his young blooming daughter that had her fathers blood so fiery in her veins.
When Briannon was twelve years old he adopted his niece Kellian, a bastard daughter of some horseman from east lands, that was later named Wulfreda.
He died in his forties after one of his wounds infected badly and there was no rescue for him. He is buried near Last Bridge in lands of Trollshaws.
Fawnell Cartwell married Whitrose (+)
Fawnell was third and youngest daughter of Cartwell family from Bree, a fragile beauty of green eyes and auburn hair. She was kind and gentle woman married to an unfortunate marriage that was agreed between two well standing families. Since her childhood she was sickly and weak and she couldn't work as she would loose her breath very fast (asthma nowadays). New family was disappointed with new bride but they respected her family name and left her to care for house and child. She died after a sudden choking attack with Briannon in her arms.
Berton Whitrose (+)(granfather of Briannon)
Father of Brian, Mayrose, Lynnet and Posey and husband of Fanny Thistlewool.
Adamant man, proud and industrious man without scruples. Disappointed with is children he disliked anything related with them, even his grandchildren that filled his house. Died of heart pain.
Fanny Thistlewool, married Whitrose (+)(granmother of Briannon)
Loving woman but under firm hand of her husband had little freedom to be a decent mother or grandmother. She died in orchard all of sudden.
Glenfield Whitrose (0)
Brother of Berton Whitrose, father of Fairen a tavern owner in small village near Bree.
Fairen Whitrose (0)
Spirited and kind young woman, a kindred spirit to Briannon. Adventurer and driven with curiosity and coin. (read more on her profile)
Cathril Whitrose (0)
Fair strawberry blonde was daughter Mayrose Whitrose and Mathew Strawley from Combe. She is married to Bilway Leaflay from Combe a lumberjack. They have six children.
Kellian Wulfreda Whitrose of Snowbourn (0)
Daughter of Wulfram the traveling merchant and Lynnet, grandchild of Berton Whitrose. ((Her biography can be read here http://laurelinarchives.org/node/30935))
Has two children, first child Daelwynne with Daellas and second child Eolena with Emdar, currently living in part of old Whitrose farm where she has a large farmstead. Not married.
Lynnet Whitrose (+)
Mother of Kellien (Wulfreda), daughter of Berton Whitrose. Beauty of dark hair and light green eyes, heartbroken as her love Wulfram had to return to his homeland she gave birth of their child and died in the next moment.
