Eh bien, il semble que vous pouvez tenir jusqu'à ce que nous revenions au village. Prenez quelques ensembles qui peuvent vous recoudre ensemble si vous en avez besoin. Reema regardant les autres converser, elle se leva un sourcil à la femme Elysia, quelle étrange façon de faire. "On dirait que nous n'aurons plus de mal à attirer des monstres, juste en colère le feu de cracher et ils seront heureux de nous aider à terminer nos travaux."
Ses mots signifient pour l'humour qu'elle a sorti un grand couteau de chasse. La lame n'ayant pas de brillance pour attirer les créatures encore il était aiguisé au toucher. En se déplaçant vers la bête, elle offrit quelques mots avant de l'enfiler à la base du cou, en coupant juste à la peau, elle commença à se déplacer jusqu'à la queue. Arrêter quelques fois pour l'empêcher de nouveau et continuer. Sa plume passe plus de son temps à lui apprendre à bien dépecer quelque chose d'aussi grand qu'un Jaggi que de construire avec leurs ressources. Son raisonnement étant qu'elle n'était rien gaspillée et qu'elle pouvait obtenir le meilleur équipement tant qu'elle pouvait le récolter.
Aller aux jambes et aux petits bras, elle a réussi à arracher la peau avant longtemps. Crimson enrobait ses bras, mais ça ne la dérangeait pas. « Là, une pièce facilite le travail, nous pouvons la couper plus tard, mais il est grand. Il va y avoir beaucoup d'utilisations." Avec l'intérieur face au soleil, elle prit une pierre mouillée pour aiguiser à nouveau sa lame. Autant travailler vite pour obtenir tout et décider qui obtient quoi après qu'ils se soient éloignés du meurtre.
Talons, pics de queue, elle ramassait ce qu'on pouvait lui ramener au village. "Ne t'inquiète pas, je ne prends pas ça pour moi-même, au mieux, on se débarrasse de tout et on décide plus tard de ce qu'on en fait." En entendant parler des os bien qu'elle soit retournée aux petits bras étourdis des bêtes, en les coupant et en enlevant l'os, la main capable de saisir autour d'elle était plus longue qu'elle pour le bras. "Pensez que ça va marcher?"
Elle a trouvé que c'était apaisant de travailler. En parlant de leurs histoires, ce qu'ils veulent faire avec le meurtre alors qu'ils lèchent leurs blessures. C'était sympa, ces gens allaient être considérés comme sa famille. Elle allait mettre sa vie dans leurs mains, si petits moments de travail et d'écoute était un rythme bienvenu.
Son sac rempli, elle regardait les autres. "Je pense que nous devrions retourner au village. L'odeur de ces meurtres nous attirera forcément quelque chose, où qu'on aille. Qu'est-ce que tu veux faire d'autre maintenant?" En essayant de ne pas prendre le relais, elle attendait une réponse, elle allait avoir besoin d'aide avec la cachette. C'était un gros morceau à plier et à réaliser.
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.