Neara Munsbit

**Background:**

Growing up on a primitive technology-based planet, Neara was part of a small (12) group of Balalonians. She wasn’t the largest or even the strongest, but that didn’t stop her from taking what she wanted as she was rather skilled in the art of stealth, often catching her prey off guard. Eventually, a large (50 or so) group of Anubians raided the Balalonians, slaughtering all but a single one. Neara had managed to slip away from the carnage as she didn’t share the usual sentiments of “fight to the death” as most Balalonians did. Waiting until they left, she followed far enough behind them that it would be unlikely for them to notice her and hid a safe distance away from their camp until night when she mercilessly slaughtered every Anubian in the camp with their own weapon through their throats so they couldn’t scream in pain or for help but wanted to make each one of their deaths as agonizing as her having to watch them slaughter her people. Once she had finished, she took the head of the leader, cleaned the skull and made it into a facemask that she wore from that day on.

It was months since the raid and she’d lived alone in the wilderness, fending for herself but finding no real difficulty in doing so. She’d fallen asleep out in the open after getting little sleep the previous night and a roaming ship had landed on her world. Humans had come to explore and take any rare or exotic creatures but happened upon a sleeping Neara, who was a 4’11” Albino Balalonian with a long slender prehensile tail and for some reason wearing a wolf skull facemask. Figuring they’d be able to cash in on the find, they quickly tranquilized her just to be safe and brought her onto the ship in her own room, which most people would use for quarantine.

She spent a good two months on that ship before they finally made their way to a station where they unloaded most of anything valuable, including a generously bound Neara. Before they got too far, Neara had managed to somehow slip away from the group and found her way into a nearby alley where, luckily, there was someone who could help with her bindings and did so, despite barely being able to understand her in her native tongue. She would sneak through the station, finding anything she could grab without being noticed, be it small amounts of food, some clothing, some armor and even managed to grab a gun, though had no idea how to use it yet.

Figuring her only way out of this place, and to somewhere hopefully safe was to get back into one of the large metal contraptions that she’d come in on. Sneaking on an Alliance ship and stowing away in a mostly vacant cargo crate, she managed to make it to Earth, where she wound up learning how to use guns from a retired Alliance sniper and then take up whatever jobs she could to gather up money in order to find herself a new place to call home as there was no way she would be able to recall where she was from.

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-Bipod - +5 to checks made when prone or in cover

 Magazine Capacity
 Range
 Fire Rate
 Penetration
 Damage
 Recoil Rating
 Special Effect
 Attachments
-Bipod - +5 to checks made when prone or in cover

 Magazine Capacity
 Range
 Fire Rate
 Penetration
 Damage
 Recoil Rating
 Special Effect
 Attachments

Ammunition
 2,000
 Standard
 2,000

Credits 35

 Water Purification Tablets
 Canteen
 Glowsticks