Elle sentait le besoin de rouler les yeux sur le commentaire de Roland, il n'y avait aucun moyen que la femme garde à ses manières préférées si cela signifiait mettre en danger une autre personne. « Considérez-le comme une rareté! »

"Cette femme est en effet en colère" crachant sur la pierre Reema s'est trouvée souriante. Ses ordres gardant les plus petits loin, elle a fermé les yeux avec le grand Jaggi, ce même moment dans le temps où elle a été attaquée il y a toutes ces années encore jouer dans son esprit chaque fois qu'elle a combattu l'une des bêtes. Elle n'a jamais tenu une rancune pour eux, ils faisaient juste ce que la nature voulait, mais cela lui a donné un lien avec les créatures plus que la moyenne.
Encore une fois, elle s'est accusée, stupéfaite quand elle a vu la petite femme crier et crier. "Et ils disent que je suis un monstre" juste avant qu'elle rencontre la charge Jaggi qu'elle a glissé sous lui, ses lames coupant au ventre en faisant rugir la bête en colère alors qu'elle se retrouvait de l'autre côté. Un petit groupe qui se faufilait à Jacque, elle n'avait pas le temps de poignarder la bête avec sa fenêtre de chance. Les lames chantant comme cramoisi peignaient l'acier.
"Le commerce avec toi? Prenez le relais pour moi un peu je vais vous couvrir, il avait besoin de quelque chose d'un peu plus grand que ces gars." À la recherche du meilleur plan d'action, elle a découvert que même si ses lames causaient de la colère au chef et qu'il se cassait, Crimson ne s'est qu'éclaboussé de sa peau. "Je t'ai donné des ouvertures dans ses balances, alors ne te retiens pas là."
C'était ce que ça voulait dire d'être un chasseur. Faire confiance à quelqu'un d'autre pour le tuer. Pour travailler ensemble, ce sont ses camarades et ils ont dû travailler ensemble pour le meilleur résultat. Déjà elle travaillait sur le contrôle crowed, ses mouvements rapides parfaitement adaptés à être offensant avec le plus petit Jaggi. Au lieu de s'asseoir et d'attendre, elle a creusé et vite, perçant seulement pour frapper dans un bouillon comme ils espéraient autour d'essayer d'obtenir le meilleur d'elle. "Pas aujourd'hui les petits."
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.