Predator Whitelist Application
Byond ID: Nicksone
Marine Name Nick 'Bitter' Sweetwater
Name of the Yautja Character you wish to play Aenth An'th
Have you banned in the past month or are currently banned from other servers? Not that I know off.
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor? Yes I've studied it thoroughly.
Yautja Character Story
The loud clattering of gunfire resounded from the distance. High pitched shrieks and screams of death resounded faintly from below. The scent of burning bodies of aliens and marines mingled with gunpowder, acid and the soft fragrance of the vegetation filled the air around Naesh An'th. The recently Blooded Yautja had rested himself on a thick branch in a huge tree overlooking the canopy of the forest. He had been sent to hunt on this planet. A jungle planet which inhabited humans. Worthy prey. That was what he needed. What he craved for. A good hunt and a kill worthy to send back to Cetanu. The preparations had been done a few minutes before all this. He had said his prayer to Paya and his promise to Cetanu. His prayer that he'd find a glorious hunt and that he would honor all of his brethren in doing so. And his promise to Cetanu to deliver him a death, be it his own life or his prey's.
He jumped down to lower situated branches and whilst doing so cloaked himself. He started to maneuver towards the origin of the chaos. Of the ongoing battle. In all of this he might find a worthy prey. Someone or something that could ease his cravings for glory. And in the heat of his passion, the flashing of thoughts and in the middle of a jump a shriek resounded from beneath him. And without a shred of doubt the Yautja stabbed the incoming tree with his left scimitar and found solid rooting inside of it as he observed down below.
"MOVE BACK" A marine shouted, firing his M41A pulse rifle into dense vegetation to the north of him as two of his companions scurried off behind him. They were visibly panicked. Sweaty foreheads and panting breaths gave off those clear signals. To the north of them, Naesh could see the swift movement of what was a Stealth-caste alien chasing down these three men. A lurker.
One of the three men that was running tripped and started laughing franticly, louder than a normal laugh. Almost hysterical. The translator in Naesh's biomask picked it up and stored it. It would come in handy for his future plans. Something to torment the mind of a prey with. Something to scare off unworthy prey and provide him with easy to spot targets. The second fleeing marine just kept on going, as if he had seen hell's gates itself. He had dropped his gun a few hundred meters back and was just running for dear life. "GOD NO ... NO PLEASE ..." He kept on clammering out absurdities as he kept on running away. The weak minded filth was no longer in Naesh's sights as he focused on what would happen between the alien and the two men.
The lurker schemed around the edge of the thick brush infront of the two marines. The one that had just ate dirt turned around whilst laying down and started to scuffle backwards as he tried to find footing in the dirt beneath him. "HELP ME!" he screamed. The marine with the Pulse rifle only continued firing until the sound of an empty mag resounded in the area. The eyes of the firing marine widened with despair as he pushed the mag switch and let the empty one fall out on the ground. He fumbled around in his ammo belt and struggled to grab a new mag. He finally managed to open his mag pouch and pulled the mag from it and at that given moment the sound of rustling bushes made way for a bone-chilling shriek and a second after bone-cracking, blood gurgling and a terrified scream.
The lurker had leaped at the standing marine and impaled its tail through the marine's chest, leaving a gruesome scene. A quickly-dying marine weakly hitting the alien's tail as he spit blood and gushed from both ends of the wound, the lying down marine crying and soiling his pants as he could do nothing but crawl backwards from it all. The alien however did not stay still at all. After the death-causing impalement it turned face towards the sobbing marine. The following scene was gruesome and ended up with the marine in bits and pieces. The alien soon afterwards stopped and looked around for a short while.
'Worthy Prey' Naesh said loudly before he uncloaked and made his way down swiftly towards the ground only to land with a loud thud on the ground. The Blooded Warrior roared loudly at the alien, which turned its attention completely towards him. Tail wagging almost hypnoticly above itself, hissing at the threat infront of it. It very well realised what Naesh was. A hunter.
The hunter swung his arms to his side as both Scimitars slipped out of their hidden compartements. The tension could be cut with a knife as both warriors stood there as they eyed eachother out. "For Paya!" Aenth shouted in his native tongue and charged towards the alien. The alien in turn retaliated and pushed it's tail towards the predator's chest in a similar way it had done to the marine just before. A swing of his right scimitar later left the tail bumped to the right of the predator and as he recovered his right arm from it, he swung his left which ended up in the tail being cut halfway through.
The alien shrieked and swung its tail around wildly, causing acidic blood splatters to rain down on the both of them. The sizzling sound of the acid working onto his armor pained his mind for he would have to repair it later. No time for that however as the alien now made a sudden push towards him. Too late to respond with his scimitars, the alien pushed the predator to the ground with another thud. It then started to claw and tear at the armor and pieces of flesh of Aenth. With a loud groan and an even louder roar, the predator grabbed the neck of the alien and thrusted his right hand upwards. The result was the alien's head impaled on his scimitar. Within a mere moment the thrashing and clawing had seized above him as the alien fell over lifeless.
Aenth grunted as he got up and retracted his scimitars, several wounds leaving him bleeding but none of them near lifethreatening. He put the fresh kill on the ground and first made his way over to the fighting marine. "You were a proud one." He put the pulse rifle on the body of the marine and kneeled next to it. Just a moment of silence was needed to respect the honorable dead.
His trophy awaited. As he grabbed his ceremonial knife and got to work, he lost track of everything. The only thing that mattered was removing the skin of his prey as beautifuly as he could. And so after a few minutes of carving and cutting into the flesh of the beast, he had finally gotten his trophy. But this was not enough. This was just the beginning. He rolled up the skin of the being and put it in his warpouch. He grabbed the lifeless and skinless body of the alien and went into the jungle once more.
At the edge of the jungle, close to the human settlements and a bit of a distance away from the frontlines, A patrol of marines was walking as they examined the edge of the dense jungle with flashlights and guns drawn. They were talking to eachother. Boasting about how they had killed an alien before or how they had done this and done that. It didn't matter. A snap of a branch could be heard from the edge and suddenly all 7 marines were on high alert and pointed their weapons towards the edgeline. They started to search around using the lights only to find nothing there. It wasn't until they had lowered their weapons that the body of a fully-skinned alien flew from high up in the trees and landed with a sickening smack infront of the patrol.
Panic mixed with suprise ended up in the marines opening fire upon the first 4 metres of woodline. Bullets crackling through the woods as they kept on firing. One after another the sounds of empty magazines resounded from the guns of the panicked humans until one man spoke up. "MARINES HOLD FIRE." An obvious leader. Someone with balls and authority.
Silence. Nothing but silence after this. Until suddenly Aenth played the hysterical laughter from before. Followed by a loud scream that resembled a human voice mixed with machinery "HELP ME." Aenth let it repeat from himself and moved around quite a bit. It resulted in the marines cowering in fear as they all, including the teamleader, backed off from the edge of the forest. Aenth repeated the laughter once more. Just to imbue more fear into their hearts. It was hunting time. And no weak prey should be allowed to disturb.
Fear me. Fear the hunt. Fear us. So that only the brave and worthy can stand before us.
As the cover of night had passed and the sun had started to shine, Aenth would have already gone back to their ship. He kneeled infront of his elder, a larger and battle-scarred one, still riddled with smaller wounds that were still leaking his blood ,a mediocre attempt had been done to patch them along the way. "Elder. I have returned with honor."
Describe how your Yautja acts, and how you intend to play them Naesh is a honorable predator, yet he holds great pleasure in bringing fear and despair to weaker things than preys.
He loves the hunt. Almost to an obsessive amount. He prays to the Paya and Cetanu for both a glorious hunt and glorious death.
He respects all who demand respect by achievements. Elders and predators with proven trophies and achievements will be respected as such. Any other predator will have to prove themselves in his eyes.
Playstyle-wise it would be a lot of interaction in between marines, aliens and himself. Laughing, terrorizing them and seeing who stands out to be a worthy prey.
In your own words, describe the difference between an honor duel and a hunt An honor duel is a sacred ritual where the predator and another duel eachother to the death in a one on one combat. Melee to melee combat and see who is victorious.
The hunt is also sacred but for a whole other reason. Hunting means searching a planet or an area for worthy prey. They who stand out amongst the others. They who are worthy to be hunted by The Hunters. There are however others that can interrupt the hunt and become unworthy, to be dispatched off without any sport behind it.
How do you intend on interacting with other predators during a round? Aenth will react neutral towards other predators. However respect is earned after their show of skill, show of trophy or achievements. He will not back down from a challenge and will want to prove himself towards his brethren and sisters. And when they have shown that they have what it takes to earn his respect then he will bestow just that upon them and interact more intimatly with them.
Why do you want a predator whitelist? Honestly, I've had my eye on this from the start. I like the complete aspect around the Predator. But most of all, I love the roleplay behind it, or rather the possibilities in the roleplay behind it. I've spectated some predators and met some in the field and it always intrigued me how it would be to play a predator myself. I just see the potential in the roleplay of being a predator and going on a hunt myself and it thrills me.
Do you understand that any player - donor or otherwise - can have their whitelist status revoked should they break our rules or disobey the Predator Code of Honor? Yes