Byond ID:
Pette
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here):
Dolthgar 'Fire' Folk
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name):
Thwai'ta-Dol
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor?
Yes.
Character background (An ADEQUATE description and story of your predators background):
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They were three. Three young Yautja's slowly advancing deeper in the jungly-forest, leaping from tree to tree. While Thwai'ta didn't know much the first, Ze'thea was a known Yautja. He was a bit younger, slightly taller yet incredibely more muscular and thus, kept being on point during their first hunt. Whilst the other Yautja didn't mind, Thwai'ta attempts his best to keep his slow growing jealousy down inside his chest. It always of been the same, Ze'thea was superior to our little Yautja there.
Since they were young Yautja's -every- single given task were a challenge and an opportunity for the two Yautja's to fight off their pride. To the elder's eye and the rest of the clan, those puny arguing weren't anything to be taken seriously, yet on another hand, over time, it will push both Yautjas to wield the best efforts they could to every act. At least in theory. Eventually, they came to a duel of honour few years before this current hunt, ending in a lovely draw, a displaced mandible, a broken wrist, and a reinforced bond. Afterall, honourful duels and constant challenges led both to a mutual respect.
Thwai'ta was moving forward, lost in his thought, he lands on a branch he gets firmly grabbed by an arm from his right rib, up to his left shoulder.
- "Do I have to watch over you even during our first hunt?" says Ze'thea.
- "No. Hands off. I saw the r'ka. And you don't have to act that way, there is no reason to fear. The r'ka are incredibely dum-"
As they speak, the third Yautja jumps off the same said branch, smashing the ground with his wrist blade and a knee down. Due to the obvious wild charge, the xenomorph had clearly enough time to dodge, a spark of anger can be understood from their high, long repeated hisses. They both starts circling, just as regular animals would do when suddenly another distinct growl can be heard right behind a jungle-tree. Two more r'ka pounces from it, the first latching firmly on our poor sob, the second gets intercepted by another wild dive, this time, performed by Ze'thea. With no extraordinary real knowledge of a battle with r'ka, he manages to rip off the leg of it whom whips Ze'thea back on the thigh, causing and a greenish bleeding gap, and a loud roar that is heard from afar.
"Here we are.", thinks Thwai'ta. "Fighting two large r'ka and we already get woun-"
Right when our thinkful and beloved Yautja thought the previously stated, a shivering cold pain strikes him. The third xenomorph was definitively not part of the plan, and managed to pounces on the side of Thwai'ta, sinking his right claw into his shoulder while the left claw, with luck, got deflected from the groin, thanks to the chain armor.
During that brawl, the third Yautja managed to propel away his opponent, getting another slice from his shoulder down his wrist. Nevertheless, he charges further, the adredaline kicking into his blood circuit as he throws another wild inaccurate punch toward the rk'a. It gets hit and eventually stunned from the blow. Acid sprays from the enormous wound inflicted to the back of its head, burning off the Yautja going berzerk on it, hammering the rk'a with another successful burst of punches, wristblade retracted, enjoying the dizzy feeling of victory when suddenly a short, icy grit noise echoes in the place, the sound of a razorsharp tail plundging through a thin layer of metal to pierce off a leathery flesh from apart. The said sound is half cut by a low gargle, muffled by the unknown Yautja's greenish blood.
A hiss is followed but gets briefly stopped as Ze'thea angrily stomps on the xenomorph's head before it wiggles from beneath the now-dead Yautja. Ze'thea didn't have much of an honorable fight, the rk'a gave a poor fight with a single leg, which gave him enough time to starts harvesting a trophy but ultimately led him to finish the said rk'a, keeping himself only a flesh wound by the thigh.
Regarding Thwai'ta, he had a proper fight. Thwai'ta shoved the xenomorph away with a hand, the second blocking a tailswipe. Somehow, it got the tail stuck in the wristblade. The rk'a attempted to pull it off while swordfighting with their claw against the Yautja. After a couple of exhanged flesh wounds, Thwai'ta dived in, trading another deep cunt in the shoulder (initially aimed at his head), to lungs his avalaible fist right under the xenomorph's jaw, cutting the head off with a swift movement to the left that splattered his wound shoulder wound into a sizzling one.
The whole fight happened in a minute and a couple of seconds, leaving a deep silence for another handful of seconds.
- "Are you alright?" asks Thwai'ta to the other Yautja as he pushes himself up off the dead xenomorph.
- "I will live. This Yautja, on another hand, does not anymore."
Another handful of seconds elapses, yet unclear of what to say, Thwai'ta speaks further;
- "We need to go Ze'Thea, staring at him won't bring him ba-.."
- "I know, cease talking.", Ze'Thea reaches for the fallen Yautja, loading him on his shoulders before turning toward Thwai'ta, tapping his own shoulder twice as he adds;
- "Believe it or not, you're keeping that one for life. At least, one of us had a memorable first blood."
With a silent nod as an answer, our Yautja led the way back to their shuttle, followed by his now so-blooded friend. They both witnessed the death of one of theirs, teaching them how dangerous being unwise could be. In due time, Ze'Thea will have an honourful fight, yet for now.
This was the beginning of a new life. A blooded one. The young blood Thwai'Ta-Dol.
This character was initially designed to have an edgy behaviour, which will be translated by acting tough with the minimal due respect to other Yautjas, and/or mocking humans, aliens, and other species as a lower weaker race. This can be translated by spectating stragglers fight between marines and aliens, or simply pointing out how weak marines are in a conversation with another Yautja. They may, if bored or somehow challenged, pick on worthy fights with melee. Will flee from any unworthy assault by any groups, if overwhelmed, with full force and a mouthful of not so very cool words.
Why should we whitelist you?
As common as it can sound, I believe I can bring an additional part of fun and roleplay to whomever I will interact with. That, without really putting the round at risk by rambo'ing into any group of opponents. I have witnessed predators as a marine and (less often) as an alien and I presume I understand how they can be either harmful or intresting for players in a round, and I tend to enhance those if you ever whitelist me.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?
Not that I know of, no.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
No.
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 I do, obviously.
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. So far so good.
