Byond ID:
Drownie
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here):
Sarah ‘Menace’ Dennis (I've been playing Xeno lately too).
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor?
Yep, I know about the Yautja Code of Honor before even this, I'm a great fan of the AvP franchise.
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name):
Shaq’Klahoo
Character background (An ADEQUATE description and story of your predators background):
Yeyy:
COGITO ERGO SUM - BORN IN THE STEEL
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The story is a bit big, so the only part which is really necessary to read are marked with a*
COGITO ERGO SUM
BORN IN THE STEEL
* There is an old proverb that says "Life some generations, but a good name forever." And that's what came to my mind when my tired knees hit the ground. In a sputtering hail, I eliminated all the bitter blood from my teeth’s and all the blood that flowed through my mouth – the metallic taste began to bother me, and my vision began to get darker.
The wrecked remains of my stomach cried for my Sword, and my thoughts, flowing in a lake of pain and suffering, were asking for an end.
With slow steps, I heard something approaching from behind me, so when I stretched out my arms to pick my Clan Sword it stepped in the blade, making an acute metallic noise – something was crouching at my front. Though my eyes drifted from theirs, I saw his silver armor with a light in the top.
I couldn’t not feel the cold of a barrel leaning on my neck, moving my head to the left slightly – the sweet tenderness of despair was something present there.
“H0LY S&*HI7T”– The Universal Translator announced the words coming from the creature month. Gathering courage and strength Shaq took his tired hands in the direction of his head – putting the fingers in the back of the mask and pulling it out of his face. The face of Shaq made the creature in his front get distressed, taking two steps back and aiming his gun at Shaq's head.
HAHA
A laughter of disdain came from Shaq’s mouth, a remnant of pride that was inside him. Shaq’s laugh made the creature gets more distressed, now making with his right hand two lines around the chest, one vertical and one horizontal, both intersecting. He was speaking words of murmur in a low voice, approaching the rifle to Shaq’s head in an intimidating way.
Here I was, a Predator who sought honor ends up in the hands of dishonor.
I would have to return countless generations to explain how everything started, but let’s stick only to the origin that suits us. Still, in my mother's belly, I never kicked or writhed, I do not know if I was in a hurry to come to the world out here or I was just sleepy – but the birth did not even cause an expression of discomfort on her face.
In a second I was asleep in her womb, in another I was out needing a spanking to stop screaming, for my calm and tranquility I was called Shaq 'The Peaceful' however the meaning of my name had a short validity, I lived my childhood in difficult times.
When I was barely old enough to understand my own language, I was diagnosed with a serious disorder; at this time it was my parents' decision to "purify" the weak. My father did not resort to the infanticide; I think he couldn’t live his life with the blood of his own son in his hands.
His decision showed a sign of weakness among the Yautjas, which led to shame and pain, but I knew inside him he was proud of it.
The training was arduous, and my father did not hesitate to punish me, my boy's hands never went away one day without calluses. When we are born in suffering we become so easily accustomed that we do not even notice it, that’s the reason I think the worst days in my existence was when I became a true hunter, what brought me to my worst fight: My mind.
The pain of the weights on my shoulders lead me to dishonorable thoughts, but how dare I dishonor the others around myself? *
SKRRRRRRRR
The sound of the jungle dwelt in his ears, the sweet sound of engines from Shaq’s clan mothership were no longer piercing his brain.
The jungle planet of eternal darkness was now being explored by the Yautjas, the immensity of ancient trees and relics seemed never to end, an endless loop in time which contrast with the beauty of a stormy sky rich in acid rain, the volcanoes in the distance could be seen expelling its lava and the black smoke.
Shaq was running by the trees like a child in the training fields, the freedom that existed outside his ship was something delicious. This happiness didn’t longer that much when Shaq found himself surrounded by rocks, trees, and primal animals – the hunting objective has turned into a search one.
In the next days, the comfort of the heavy rain falling on the leaves was the only Shaq companionship. But this changed when in the distance the thermal vision detected a signature of heat, big and fast.
“What’s this?” – Shaq thought to himself.
From tree to tree, Shaq found his way to the signature of heat – his camouflage was in perfect synchronization with the woody green of the leaves, and with the transparent white of drops of water falling from the sky, the hope of finding something favorable to his hunt made his muscles twist.
Coming closer, a group of creatures with iron armor could be seen scouring the area – their countenance reminded to the oomans, creatures dishonored that use metal projectiles to their advantage.
Now such creatures were his last choice, and Shaq did not want to waste it. Shaq saw when two of such creatures entered a structure covered by vineyards, and one of them stood the entrance.
Sneaking through the woods, he came to stand behind such a creature, who apparently saw the movement and appeared to be stressed.
“HE&Y, WH%$#(“ – The Universal Translator translated the words coming from the creature’s mouth.
SKRRRRRRRR
Shaq sound caught the attention of the creature, who soon saw Shaq's silhouette in the darkness, followed by a knife reaching the ground in front of him.
For a few seconds, his prey watched the silhouette a little more, until it turned its light against Shaq's body. The sight of the 7 "armored warrior terrified the prey, who was now pressing the trigger of his weapon.
BURRP
The shock wave could be felt by Shaq, his armor had contained part of the projectiles but still, some struck him directly in the chest.
BURRRRRRR
Shaq scream hit the skies, the echo now was traveling by the woods. Shaq's first reaction was to cut off one arm of the prey as his burst of shots ran out, his silver-colored sword was now stained with red blood, smelling of something bitter.
As his body passed through the door, a burst of bullets passed through the tiny layer of mist that was coming out of the structure, such bullets hit Shaq cutting one of his dreads.
Soon, the other members of his group approached the fallen prey, who was firing toward Shaq along with the group.
FZZZZZZ
The sound of a round of plasma traveling the air was music for Shaq ears, it struck the creatures in the chest making they fly on air. A sound of fighting could be heard from far away, that apparently called more of those creatures that were now joining the group to shoot at the empty bushes.
The projectiles hitting the trees made a sound of metal being twisted, in contrast with the sound coming from the barrel of their rifles - there formed a massive coral of destruction.
From above his tree, Shaq watched as the metal twisted as it hit the trees, and the “oomans” started to withdraw.
“YOU JUST KILLED YOURSELF” – Shaq thought to himself.
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TRIUMPHI
BLOOD, MUD AND DEATH!
Plec…Plec...Swss
Dripping drops of water echoed through the forest, wetting the branch.
The roar of the skies dominated the forest, in contrast with the sound of the rain assigning a breeze shadow to the forest. A drop of water was traveling his bio-mask softening the red stripes across the mask.
As the sound of the rain started to came down and the drops of water began to grow thin and fast – the sound of something low far away began to reverberate on the skies.
When the silence fell, the sound of the movement of something between the trees became apparent. The branch on which Shaq was suspended began to move as the wind moved, the trees weren’t a safe place anymore – would require a purge.
TZZ..TZZZ…TZZZ
As the falling metal sound began to pick up in the light rain, more muffled was the cry of horror that reverberated through the forest.
Even though the hearing had been mute, the vision could not hide the twisted bodies in flesh, bone, and steel that was falling on the ground one by one – cut into strips by Shaq's sword, the mud was covering the tracks of death.
Even when down, Shaq sight did not stop terrorizing the one in front of him, only when his eyes have turned up and the body started to fall when the plasma projectile started to penetrate his skull.
The moon was still shining in the sky, even when his vision darkened because of his sifted stomach, death did not await him since he had not even come close to his beginning. The flash of existence that had hit him was perhaps his worst injury, or maybe that sweet sound that was waiting for him.
Well, even if the situation changes your way of acting – we all agree that Murphy's Law is something present in the life of a Predator since an encounter with a marine can result in several actions, perhaps this is what gives magic and particularity to the encounters with Predators. I’d like to maintain a modus operandi very near to the story.
I target to be a Predator more “sociable” but not the type of Predator that helps a side of the battle at the point of be letting himself even be operated/medicated by those. I want to approach the Marines/Xenos in a way of reconnaissance and not observation – and at the most only engage aside when in a duel, avoiding murder bone that way, because we know that a good Predator can change the sides of a round.
I will avoid using such weapons as Plasma Caster/Rifle and any type of long-range equipment; it is a dishonor to use those type of weapon when your fight is not unbalanced or dishonorable, I’ll usually take meeles, such as Clan Sword, Wristblades, Whip – I don’t see myself using traps often either, because it would be against my principle of attacking only what is target as.
Talking about RP, I know that the tools the Predator use to RP are extremely scarce – and making a good RP can only be achieved through a great handling of such tools, the mime seems to be something present for this, since what the game allows us is basically /me, *emotes, and the universal translator. So my contact would always be through this, and what the situation asks for.
Three things I need to clarify:
- Shaq is cooperative, but he’s NOT YOUR FRIEND. I’ve seen so many times Predators letting be hug by marines or helped by medics. He’s an antagonist, not a buddy boi.
- Even though I showed myself a bit against the cloaking I’ll not waste the opportunity to use it when surrounded.
- Playing to win is not my type of game nor use the game in my favor, usually people see me as SL, which is a role that has 90% of its principal objective is take your squad to victory - even if I play in such a way, I do not think a win is worth more than a good round.
Why should we whitelist you?
I’ve been in CM for two years and counting my lost accounts probably three. At this time, I won’t lie I had problems with the staff, between April and December of 2017 I’ve received an amount of 3 bans and 6 warnings(
https://gyazo.com/a55ab0112cc5856a7976ec1fcaf3c047) – those aren’t great numbers because I joined CM with basically 10% of English learned and didn’t have any idea about the game mechanics, I also were passing for hard times.
I’m speaking this not for victimization, just to clarify for those admins that unfortunately have met with the old “me”, I’ve changed.
Lately, I’ve become more active in the community and getting some respect in my main character; I really would like to prove myself, and use my Predator in a way to complement the round such as an unknown creature that resides on the planet. I like the idea of being a Predator called “Shaq” who is dishonored by his compatriots – carrying the weight of his own birth, has the only goal of honoring his father and himself.
Being an unknown creature with only one principle to follow is something new for me, as I'm usually sticking to the rules of each role/class, because I never felt able to make my own “path” in-game.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?
According to my notes, I got banned by EORG on July 4th – accidentally.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
As I'm aware, 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, It’s good to see less EA here.
