Il y avait peu de choses qu'Abigale aimait plus que le soleil se levant. C'est la lumière qu'elle a signifiée à l'aube d'un nouveau jour, d'une nouvelle chance, et d'un nouveau départ. À l'aube des rayons précoces, Abigale traversa sa routine matinale, alors qu'elle broyait des pétales, de la poussière et de l'eau pour former une peinture, qu'elle peignit soigneusement sur elle-même. Le laisser sécher, Abigale a rassemblé son équipement de chasse, ses lances, de l'eau et une petite quantité de nourriture.
La jeune femme était habituée à cette routine, ayant fait si pendant un certain temps maintenant. Bien qu'aujourd'hui Abigsle revenait tôt de sa chasse, avec tout ce qu'elle a réussi à obtenir, pour la fête, la fin d'une fête du cycle. Une autre sorte de fin, de commencement. Peut-être que le nouveau cycle apporterait quelque chose... quelque chose de plus. Passant une bonne partie de sa vie à s'occuper de son père, sa petite sœur a quitté son désir pour quelque chose d'un peu plus dans sa propre vie. Elle sentait qu'elle était derrière les autres, dans la tribu de son âge, parce qu'elle semblait commencer un peu plus tard alors qu'elle jonglait avec sa famille et sa vie.
Cela n'avait pas nécessairement d'importance, mais pour Abigale, être capable de commencer sa vie, nettoyer dans le nouveau cycle, ça signifiait beaucoup. Son frère cadet et sa sœur, respectivement 18 et 19 ans, avaient commencé leur vie, et déjà sa sœur, qui n'avait jamais participé à la chasse, avait commencé une nouvelle famille. C'était bien aussi. La nouvelle vie s'est poursuivie, l'ancienne a pris fin. Abigale avait eu assez d'éducation pendant un certain temps, et voulait... l'excitation.
Satisfaite qu'elle était prête, Abigale a commencé. Elle avait ses lances attachées sur son dos, à portée de main et d'une manière qu'elle pouvait tirer libre et attaquer ou défendre rapidement. Elle a fait attaquer sa peau d'eau à ses vêtements, et encore une fois, elle était à portée de main. Elle regarda, cherchant à voir s'il y avait quelqu'un d'autre qui se prépare à la chasse.
Abigale JeeJar

age:
20
Gender:
Female
physical traits
height: approximately 5"9
weight: average weight for a woman.
eye colour: a dark brown
hair colour: black
skin colour: dark skinned (darker then it is in the picture)
distinguishing marks: a small birthmark on her left hand, roughly in the shape of a leaf.
personality: Abigail is a rather reserved woman. She tends to be more on the quite side then anything else, being watchful, thoughtful and quite curious. She tends to keep her opinion to herself, unless it is needed, but she will speak up if she believes it's necessary. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, but knows the value of caution. She can be lively, when she feels safe and content with people.
She chose to go on this adventure to give herself some life experiences, and perhaps meet some new people, or get to know those she has met before.
skills
Kedalup's Bounty: Abigale is a skilled herbologist, knowing what medicinal herbs and treatments in a wide range of areas, but is not by any means a doctor
path of the tiger: a skilled Hunter, Abigale knows how to blend, and to be stealth. While not the best Hunter in the tribe, she comes close, and she is not afraid to get in close to take down her target
story teller Abigale is an exceptional story teller, telling the tales of the tribe and what legends there are. She is exceptional at seeming to make a story come to life.
equipment

five spears: two spears with barbs along the edge, commonly called the death spear, one more mundane spear, and two spear throwers
 a water skin
 some herbs and plants that can be used for medicinal purposes
 more to come
biology:
Abigale was born to a hunter and a Sharman, a medicinal woman. She was given a chance in both worlds, but when her father grew sick, Abigale took on the main burden of hunting, to help feed her parents and younger sibling, as well as to help provide food for the tribe, a job her father always impressed on her. The tribe is family.
She became more than adapt with spears, with tracking and stealth, and managed to support her family and anyone else who needed it. Along with this hunting, Abogale learned how to administer health care, via the hands of her mother, and her ailing father. She perhaps took the best of her parents, and just as well, because the strength and courage she got from helping them, and from watching her father die, helped her in the coming years as she struggled to keep her family together.
She never cared for recognition, and thus never cared to receive any tattoos, as she believed she was just doing what was required of her, but she did always paint tribal images on her body when hunting, always taking care with that, as she believed that this gave her strength to do what needed to be done.
She helped her mother and younger sister, younger brother and took pride in their own accomplishments, and when they began to make families of their own, she told her mother she wanted to have a chance to live her life, now that the younger ones were grown.