Name: Abigail McCarthy
Occupation: wandering doctor
Appearance: of 173cm in height and fiery red hair, blue eyes and pale skin, she also holds a rather nimble fit due to her current vagabond way of living.
Biography: Born in 1904, in a small village near Dublin, Abigail was the middle sister, with two more kids in the family older than her; and having two more younger. Life was not luxurious to her, neither it was poor; despite the memory of Great Famine still lingering in the land - that is even in her own family the stories of great hunger were to be told by her grandmother - the country and the village they lived in specifically were coming through the recovery by that point of time, allowing the kids even if laborious but safe enough existence.
The name of God was praised highly in the family, and young Abigail could even imagine a different possibility of existing in the world - she, and her whole family was to be guarded in the presence of God and Abigaile was not feared by that, rather she found a deep calmness and assurance in it, as well as the way to express her deep passion for helping people. Attracted to the idea of helping and defending the week - in the age of early teen she, with the approval of her father, joined the organization of Sisters of Mercy - catholic religious institute for women, dedicated to helping the weak through the means of schooling, medicine and, of course, through the word of God.
Even though the time was difficult for the whole United Kingdom, as by the time Abigail joined the organisation, Europe had already deeply descended into the flames of the Great War, the girl was taken into the order, first as a mere pupil. Learning was difficult, but raised in a farming family Abigail was used to the hard labour and proved not only endurant in her studies, but also a fast learner.
Life seemed to go fine this way, as Abigail kept with her studying. Soon enough the Great War was over and the appearance of the Sisters who returned from the drenches only allowed Abigail to get more experience; even though she remained unaware in her youth naivety to the stories told by the survivors of the war. But this conflict only made another one to spur as her own country soon enough descended into the war itself.
The Ireland Independence war slowly transitioned into the Ireland Civil war, and Abigail was to join her sisters in helping the victims of the cruel battlefield. Guided by the motto “help everyone”, she was soon to find that her own compassion started to become dull, her empathy towards people to become numb; to witness her country being torn apart by ideologies, families shattering, consumed by flames; while her everyday routine became blood and death, it was in her own rational obliviousness as her faith in God started to appear transparent, mechanic and ill willed.
It was only a matter of time before the war would consume her own home and family, leaving nothing but shattered hearts and dead bodies.
Left alone, and feeling detached from the sisterhood after five years of the bloody conflict, her faith and compassionate views in life not yet broken, but heavily shattered, Abigail fled. She fled everything she was attached to, as there was nothing left there she could rely on anymore. So she fled, fled the country and arrived in the land of the promised new opportunities - America. Here she tried to find herself in a new place and a new life, as well as seek out peace in her mind; yet life was not to take the expecteds shape and the questions, doubts and dark souls kept swirling in her soul. She soon found herself travelling, moving from one place to another and against amidst poor and broken people.
Whether it was her compassion still lingering and driving her helping the weak or that she became one herself she could not answer. She could not even find the assurance in her faith in God anymore. Could this invitation letter be the sign she was yearning for so long..?
Abilities: Most of her knowledge lies in two disconnected - on the first glance - areas: doctorhood and religion, catholicism; yet Abigail also is fluent in Latin and knows ancient Greek, due to her religious educational background. The long time on foot in travels made her nimble, endurant, undemanding in terms of material benefits. People of high society and elsewhere might find her uncultured with ill manners, but on the other hand Abigail seems to easily find the common tongue with people of low classes, workers, prostitutes, hobos and else of their kind, who always were there in the outskirts of America, even before the rising of the Great Depression.