Voir les deux chasseurs Reema laisser un rire léger pour seulement un souffle, "il semble que nous avons tous des styles différents, c'est bon, personne ne va se battre pour la place de l'autre." En prenant un verre d'eau, elle se pencha de nouveau en pensant, tandis que l'un était un peu timide en parlant de son style, l'autre semblait vouloir continuer jusqu'au lendemain matin, de telles différences pourtant c'était étrangement rafraîchissant.
Pourtant, une pensée vint à passer à travers ses yeux, regardant en arrière les deux elle prit une profonde respiration avant de continuer. « Je n'ai qu'une question à poser avant même de penser à continuer à travailler avec vous deux. Je connais tout le monde comme des points de vue différents, mais j'ai appris la manière dure." Les yeux fermés pendant un moment seulement elle a mis son bras sur la table, le bruit de la nourriture étourdissante dans le dos la seule chose qu'elle pouvait entendre jusqu'à ce que son esprit conjure le son des ailes d'un rythalos. "Que voyez-vous dans les monstres, ou mieux, pourquoi chassez-vous?"
Il n'y avait aucun moyen qu'elle travaille avec quelqu'un qui ne respecte plus les créatures. Ne rien faire pour le grand jeu et de voir des animaux qui étaient grands en puissance encore pourrait se transformer en un regard doux avec leurs jeunes en un clin d'oeil. "Je le fais moi-même pour le travail, c'est la seule vie que je connaisse. Mais je préfère les regarder de loin plutôt que de prendre leur vie, vous avez tendance à voir et sentir plus la vie de cette façon. Les suivre et ne pas dessiner votre arme a toujours été quelque chose que j'ai aspiré à être, et donc ne travaillera pas avec ceux qui le font juste pour pousser leurs propres noms en marchant sur le corps d'une mère."
Mane tombant un peu en avant, elle a pris les deux mains pour repousser les serrures, attendant une réponse. Ils ont répondu qu'elle n'avait aucun mal à travailler avec eux. "J'ai aussi prévu de scruter les bois de mogas demain matin, je me demandais si vous voudriez venir tous les deux pour avoir une idée de ce avec quoi nous travaillons."
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.