Outskirts Watcher – Scavenger Huntress

This tribe dwells in the outer city, living among collapsed highways and cracked parking structures. They are mostly scavengers, but hunt when the chance comes. An early form of organization is taking root.

She stands in the wind-swept edges of the city, her eyes sharp and unwavering. Her skin is marked by blotches of camouflage mud, not for ceremony — for concealment. Scraps of cloth and hardened leather form a makeshift top, bound tightly with old straps and cord. Her cloak, torn at the seams, flaps lightly behind her. Long strands of hair, matted and braided with dirt and twine, frame her wary face. Nothing about her is ornamental — every stitch, every smear of grime, speaks of purpose. A huntress shaped by decay, watching from the edge of civilization’s bones.