Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Face Claim: Monster Hunter | Nargacuga Huntress
Appearance: She will always be wearing this mask upon her face.
Description: Neela stands at about 5'11, tall for the people of Façade. Her time in the desert sun has tanned her skin to a fine caramel and is nearly flawless save for a mole just under her left eye closest to the ear side of her face and a small but nasty scar on her lower-left jawline. Raven black hair is tied back in a ponytail at all times, long bands usually coming over her mask. Should she not be wearing her mask, the hair would nearly cover eyes of red with two long strips that hug the shape of her face and extend about to her shoulders. If she were to let her hair down, it would reach about halfway down her back. Her outfit consists of lavendar ribbons on her waist and arms, lavendar cloth top and black netting over the midsection. It also appears to have pieces made from the same creature her bow is. It is rather revealing, intended to not bog her down while hunting in the blistering heat. Her body is well-maintained, not quite muscular but definitely fit and trim.
Equipment: For weaponry, she had the spear known as Captain's Holy Spear and she also carries a quiver/bow that appears to be made from some creature. Probably not one that anyone outside of the desert has seen. Of course, she always carries her mask on her face.
Strengths: Long and close range fighting, surviving outdoors in hot and medium-temperatured conditions, high stamina and durability, she is crafty and has some pretty solid handiwork.
Weaknesses: No means to use magic, ranged attacks take time to prepare, melee attacks do not chain for very long, she is adapting to life without so many rules and often will apologize for breaking them (despite them not existing outside of Façade).
Likes: Meat and bread, combat and hunting, weapons, the outdoors (especially green areas), children, and while she does not LIKE them, she is very interested by Shades.
Dislikes: Acting on impulse, fish, machines/automatons, remaining in one place too long, multitasking.
Personality: Like many citizens of Façade, she seems rather distant and strange. It always seems like she has to cycle through some mental lists before acting on any decisions. Despite this, she is generally friendly and helpful, willing to sacrifice herself for a cause she believes in at all times. Whether it be her life or a day's meal, she will do what it takes to prove her devotion to whatever it is she dedicates herself to. She tends to treat most things with caution, especially her interactions with people. She can often appear very formal in her speech regardless of who it is she is addressing. Sometimes she may come across as cold or emotionless and this may stem from her rather disciplined behavior and lack of any visible facial expressions.
History: Neela grew up on the middle levels of the strange desert town of Façade. Eventually she rose out of the normal woman customs and decided to become a hunter, to fetch meat from wolves and other desert creatures for the towspeople. It turned out that she was pretty good at it, making sure to hit vital spots in the animals without damaging the meat or pelts too much almost every time. As per rule 94,557, if a hunter slays a large monster or creature, they may make articles from it and wear it on hunts rather than their robes if they so please. Neela was one of few in the history of Façade who took advantage of this rule, enjoying having something new and different to wear after taking down a large scaled beast that lived inside of the sandstorm. Besides hunting and Shades, Neela had little to deal with and had plenty of downtime that she used to do construction work for the town.
Three years ago, the Shades stopped appearing. That only gave Neela more time on her hands. The city began prospering more and more, leaving her with less and less to hunt. Construction became monotonous. She craved a hunt. And when another one of those creatures threatened the city's safety again, she sought after it. Normally this would not have been an issue... but that was when she began breaking rules. Rule 649, hunters are not to hunt alone. This was the first as she attacked the creature by herself. Then Rule 12, do not neglect your mask. The beast made a vicious swipe that ripped through her former mask, in the shape of a bear, and dug into her jaw. Rule 500, do not leave corpses that can be harvested alone in the desert. Her injuries made her disregard that rule and head back to down, holding a broken mask to her face as best she could to get past the guards. Finally home, she realized that with her mask in shambles she would have to break Rule 8, a rule she did not remember existed, one's chosen mask is their mask for life.
Her mask was broken beyond reasonable repair. So instead she made her own. She isolated herself for just over a week as she constructed a new mask. Hand carved and painted, it was a thing of beauty. She finished it just in time to be approached at her house by the town guard. Apparently there were witnesses to her crimes, breaking several rules. For her crimes, she should have been sentenced to death. However, as per rule 1,790, anyone who would be punished by death for breaking a rule may instead be exiled if the townspeople favor their life. Her time helping others had saved her this time. Only now she was a masked stranger to the people, forced into the sands without a home and no friends in the outside world. She wandered through the seemingly-endless sands until she came across a traveling merchant. Using what little money she had left she bought some water and bread and exchanged pleasantries with the salesman. The salesman noticed her weaponry and pointed out that if she was doing nothing better that a nearby village was looking for swords for hire to fight off the increasing number of Shades. Those creatures fascinated her, and she'd be damned if she didn't kill things well. So it was off to the village for her, to seek out a new life and preserve those of many others.