The only child of the coupling of one Theren Freshen, a blacksmith of lesser renown, and Maria Louaise, a simple woman whose most notable trait was that of her beauty, Abigale was destined to become a blacksmith or marry into wealth, the latter of which was less likely. As such, Abigale was made to watch her Father as he smithed simply things such as the blades of hoes and arrowheads for the village huntsmen. Theren was no artisan though he was also no man whose craft could be called sub-par. Rather, Theren made enough money to provide for his wife and daughter a comfortable life, at least one which could be called comfortable in their small village. Abigale lived a rather normal life for the first twelve years of her life. She loved a local boy, or at least thought she did, and played in the fields collecting flowers with other little girls whom she called friends.

That is, until her little town happened to become the unfortunate victim of a crop disease leaving the entire populace short on food. One would be surprised how people act when food becomes scarce. People become far more willing to take more than a little from others so long as it means they are able to feed themselves.. Abigale was one of the many whose food was stolen, an act which her Father would not stand for. It was one fateful night when the dense man Abigale called a Father killed a townsmen who he thought had been stealing his bread, though the truth was that the man was simply there to ask for the crafting of a skinning knife. The mob which resulted ran Abigale and her mother out of town while Theren was left to be lynched.

The life of the young girl who was Abigale was left behind as she took to shortening of her name, Gale, and walked with her mother many miles to another town, hoping to be able to make a life there. All they pair found was poverty and the cat calls of many men whose minds were solely on the idea of getting with the beautiful Maria, though some were also likely intent on getting with the maturing Gale, whose womanly form was coming into shape around this time. The wandering women survived off of scraps which were thrown their way and what little coins they could gather from the peasant folk. There were times when Maria questioned whether to sell herself, and brand herself a harlot in the process, for Gale so that they may eat but decided against it for, no matter how hard their life was, in no way was Maria willing to lower herself to the level of a whore.

Abigale was never one to believe in fate until she and her mother wondered into the village established around Starguard Castle at the age of eighteen. It was around this time that Abigale began to notice odd happenings whenever she was around water such as its movement when ever she really focused on it. Occasionally, she froze the water in the glass simply by touching it. It was by chance that such an event happened outside a tavern in the village and a Templar had seen her skills. He invited her to join the Covenant and have a purpose in her life while making cash to provide for her mother. Gale jumped at the chance to earn a place in the world for her and her mother and went into the service. Despite having been in the Covenant for three years now, Abigale’s sword work is still below what is required for her to become a full Templar though her wit has proved to be her strongest attribute.

”Oi, a pretty face like yours shouldn’t be on a battlefield nor wearin such heavy armor there little miss. Why don’t ya let me take off for ya we can a peak at yer assets.”

The call came from a rather brutish man, most likely one in his late thirties and deep into his drink for the night, who sat a mere few feet behind the brunette in full plate. Despite the lack of a telling facial expression, it was easy to discern that the woman had been greatly annoyed by the brute’s display of foolish confidence. Yet, she held her tongue for she knew that to argue with a drunk was like arguing with a troll and this was one ugly troll to argue with. Her comrades in plate simply looked at the drunkard in disgust, muttering their own curses towards him, as they talked of the training they had done for the day. It was the first time in nearly months that Gale had managed to feel like leaving the camp after training and she already hated the experience she had been subjected to. She, an Initiate of the Dawn Covenant, was hollered at by a man whose own appearance was akin to that of a ghoul by her standards and who smelled of sweat and ale. All would have went well that night had the man not made such a foolish error to approach Gale afterwards as if she had warranted such a harassment.

’Come now pretty lass, why don’t you just slip it all off for one night and we’ll see just how well you like my Knight’s Lance.”

The man had brought about his own downfall as, in his drunken stupor, was unable to stay standing as Gale swept about him and brought his arm behind his back, pressing his face into the solid floor with an audible thud. Anger clearly marked the face of the Initiate while the others simply watched on in amusement at the man’s fate. He had chosen the wrong lass to harass

”Normally I’d consider this punishment enough for your drunken ramblings but I must say that, while my face may not have a place on your battlefield of glory, neither should a mother have the blood her of her firstborn on her hands. But the world is not all glory and beauty my drunken captive. A mother’ll hold her firstborn in her hands knowing he was not to live for he was stillborn. Such is the way of the world and such a world I live in that I can say I belong on the battlefield more than a fool of your caliber who would do nothing more than swing an ax and hit an ally. Now leave with your dignity you fool.”

Gale stood as the man crawled away and stood up with a look of drunk embarrassment on his face. The brute quickly ran out the doors and into the cold of the street where his drunken stumbling overturned a cart. After a few moments of quiet, the entire bar erupted into such a laughter that it was sure to be heard hundreds of feet away. Gale simply sat back down and drank her ale in silence as her comrades praised her for being so bold and teaching the man a lesson.