Reema honçant à l'approbation des réponses a commencé à sortir, ses propres sacs plein sentiment comme un rocher réticent a été placé à l'intérieur. Pourtant, cela n'a fait qu'apporter un sourire de ses lèvres. Ça voulait dire qu'ils avaient une bonne chasse. "Je dis que la célébration de la première chasse de quelqu'un ensemble est une grande idée."
Village de Moga
C'était au milieu de la soirée au moment où l'équipage était revenu. Les villageois saluent les chasseurs avec enthousiasme, crient de fierté lorsqu'ils voient que le groupe ne perd pas de temps à faire tomber un grand monstre. L'un des pêcheurs leur a dit qu'il y avait une station de bronzage dans la guilde qui a été faite pour de grandes coupures de peau comme celle qui était sur le dos. Un peu d'information pour laquelle Reema elle-même était plus que heureuse.
En entrant dans la guilde, elle a commencé à décharger. La femme au bureau les a vus. "Oh wow, vous semblez savoir ce qui se passe. Courez dans les bois et montrez ces monstres que vous voulez dire affaires!" Levant un front à la femme Reema à moitié hurlé, "oui, il était fier et il était fort. Une grande chasse en effet." Elle a été plus que tentée de corriger la femme en expliquant que ce n'était pas prévu, mais a gardé son tonge. Elle ne voulait pas avoir l'air professionnelle.
Raccrocher la peau et décharger les griffes, les écailles et les os Reema a commencé à enlever son Armour, un sous-shirt noir lâche et le pantalon de fermier en dessous. En montrant quelques cicatrices et muscles supplémentaires qui étaient nécessaires pour son travail. De derrière, à première vue, elle ressemblait à un homme pour ceux qui ne la connaissaient pas.
Prenant place, elle a commencé à travailler, à nettoyer les viandes, le sang et le gore des prix dont ils allaient avoir besoin. Elle n'a jamais laissé un meurtre juste assis, c'était impoli et elle avait encore du temps avant la tombée de la nuit. Elle pouvait déjà imaginer les cris de cœur et les rires donnés ce soir dans les couloirs.
Name: Reema Zarule
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance Reema is a woman that stands in at around 5,8 a lean build and slightly tanned skin. What most notice about her first is her eyes that are almost unsettling to look at.One a onyx like orb while the other almost appears to be made from the ocean itself half the time. She has a scar running down the left side of her face caused by the claws of a jaggi when she was a child 
Personality: A demanding person for respect. Reema was brought up as a hunter and it shows in her pride. Always standing tall some would say that she is a monster herself when crossed. Yet once you become her ally she will lay down her life for you if she had to. Loyalty means everything to her, and betraying the trust she gives you, would cause her to have a wrath unleashed like a Rathalos.
Yet shes not all harsh words and duty. Shes actually seen as a friend to some and is actually a friendly face. Loud even when in good company and quick to joke among her fellow hunters about her past events.
Armour: Being told that she has to gain her own armour and weapons, shes found herself with classic steel plates that she bought from a black smith that she hates with all her might.
Weapon: Her current pride and joy, the jaggi sholets. 
Attack 154
special 150
affinity 0%

Backstory:
Reema came from a family that had a history of becoming hunters. Her father was one to be feared, bringing down beasts like the lagiacrus and bringing her it's scales as birthday presents and toys as a child. Her mother was a herder of Anteka and so Reema would ride the beasts all the time as a young girl. Monsters were apart of her life, she slept under their pelts, heard their mighty roars and motherly cries as all the same.
When playing she found some of the Anteka were further away from the herd. Not going to her mother first the girl decided it was a good idea to try and get them back herself using the tricks she learned. But before she could even get them moving she saw the small forms of Jaggi, prancing and preying on her families stock she tried to get away only to be dragged through the feilds by a larger one. Worry turned to screams when one got her in the face, scarring her for life. Yet the girl still managed to get a rock and smash it into the beast's skull and get away.
Her father, beyond relived and proud to see his girl not only okay, but was able to fight off a jaggi at such a young age was taken under his wing for training. Being told that he never wants her to be caught unguarded again.
The training was hard, hellish even. But it went way further than ether of her parents thought she would take it. Instead of just learning to defend herself the girl, turning and passing the idea of being a lady became obsessed with the idea of adventure and lore that the path a hunter would provide. Eventually she and her father began to hunt together, never feeling as close to him as she had done than. He taught her to track, how to look for the skies, to see behaviour and known when to attack and when to doge. Everything to get her on her feet and to survive.
Together they brought down the Great Jaggi that lead the pack that attacked poor Reema all those years ago. Respecting the corpse the woman used it's hide to craft her first weapons, and with the job well done her father said she could only learn more through experiences made on her own.
Other: Her mother hates the idea of Reema hunting on her own. But realized that with her face ruined she has no chance of settling down in their society and starting a family so she let the woman go.
Reema is also a talented artist who is sometimes seen drawing the monsters shes tracking for future study. Her dream is to one day find a way to live along side something as grand and fierce as a Rythalos or Ludrath.