Byond ID:
Tando_Oddball
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here):
Axel “Jackal” Freund
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name):
Thak'Zadteth (Stone One)
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor?
Yes, I’m familiar with the Predator Code of Honor, and have reviewed it several times to ensure that I understand the guidelines. In fact, I’ve even discussed aspects of what is considered to be honorable behavior on the Discord, especially in terms of when it is proper to assist or deny assistance to fellow Yautja.
The Predator Code of Honor essentially allows for non-cloaked and non-plasma-caster slaying for those who are considered Worthy, which includes those both with lethal capability such as those carrying weapons and those who possess lethal intent, such as those who order others to kill. A Staff Sergeant lazing targets for example would qualify as Worthy, because they are allowing others to kill, even if they aren’t themselves shooting anything.
Innocent Prey are those who are currently wounded or in critical conditions from a cause that is not yourself, or those who are actively assisting the wounded or performing non-combative duties such as construction or battlefield medic work. Doctors and most ship-side roles which do not use weapons nor attempt to get people to fight would be Innocent, and thus would not be able to be hunted by the Yautja. Instead, the Yautja can only disable or remove them from an area in a non-lethal fashion. In my mind, this also means that if you’re removing someone non-lethally, you need to ensure that they aren’t going to be killed by interference, so doing something like stun-prodding an Engineer building cades and dragging him over to a Xeno would be a no-no.
Unworthy prey may be killed or disabled through any means necessary, and include those who heal themselves in the middle of honor duels, or who attempt to flee from them. Those who assist in the defense of a target would not qualify as Unworthy, but those who actively pursue you and who you are not currently hunting would qualify.
Character background (An ADEQUATE description and story of your predators background):
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In the infinite darkness of space, it could be somewhat difficult to locate one’s prey with only their eyes. Thak challenged himself regardless, but after a couple of minutes spent straining himself to locate the foe outside of the viewport of the vessel, he finally ceased in the self-given challenge, and cast his eyes towards the electronic sensors.
There. The vessel ahead of him was much easier to locate now that he knew the general area where it was meant to manifest. Even with the vast distance between them, he thought that he could still identify the strange insignia that had marked the Clan of the Pyode Amedha; the Soft Meat. There had been a time, the Elders had spoken, when the Oomans had relied upon other races to transport them to other worlds, slaves to the demands of their masters, but such times had long since faded into obscurity. Now, though their vessels were weak and crude, the Oomans sailed among the stars just as his own kind did, in search of something greater than themselves.
He wore the heavy plate Awu’asa that he had earned many years prior when he had been Blooded for slaying his first Serpent, still a hard and weighty material, turning the flesh into stone, meat into a crag with little effort. It slowed him to an extent, certainly, but he preferred it far more than the weaker metals of his peers, choosing hardiness over speed in his own hunts as his name implied.
Though his mask possessed thermal visors capable of showcasing prey even through solid structures, the distance between his own vessel and that of the Oomans was separated by disrupting void of space, and so, once more he relied upon the scanners of the ship, identifying a portion of the vessel that likely served as storage of some form; it was entirely empty of thermal signatures, and therefore an excellent place to land.
The pod zipped silently across the starry expanse, invisible to the naked eye even as it neared close enough that his mask’s visor could begin to pick up thermal flickers. Though it was true that there was no sound in the infinite void, the instant that he made contact with the side of the Ooman ship, the screech of metal and the shattering and sputtering of electronic systems greeted him, a series of hearty hull doors slamming shut behind him, sealing the gaping hole that he had left in the side.
A Ooman’s voice greeted him, but it was distant, mechanical, the sound of a communication device which transmitted across the ship, alerting them to the sudden breach and, soon thereafter, to the presence of an intruder. Thak could hear only the klaxon sirens of alarm, but he imagined that elsewhere, the Oomans were preparing for his arrival, taking hold of their firearms and their bladed instruments, and preparing his true prey for arrival.
Thak had bested Serpents in his life, and had even managed to find a few clever and wily Oomans who had proven their worth in battle, but for all of the technology and advancement possessed by the white-cloaked Oomans, and for all of firepower they laid towards him, he advanced onwards with little issue. Their bullets stung against his flesh, but they were slowed to the extent that their lethality waned severely.
The team which had intercepted him was battered about the confines of the hallway, thrashed and beaten, broken and battered. He took hold of the largest of them, one who wielded a weapon capable of firing around its allies, and promptly slammed the side of his head with the heavy weapon, sending him sputtering and unconscious to the ground. The others were equally dispatched with a flurry of wristblades and percussive blows, leaving a bloody mess of soldiers where once a disciplined band of mercenaries had stood. His thermal readings told him that all of them were, of course, still alive, but they would not be bothering him in his Hunt any further.
Thak outstretched his hand, observing his wrist-gauntlet, and making certain that the location of his true Prey had been marked correctly. Navigating through the confines of the Ooman vessel was, admittedly, somewhat unnatural, but the assistance of his ship, which still provided him with a map of the area, was invaluable.
He passed through laboratories of assorted merit and value, rooms filled to the brim with panicked Oomans dressed in weak cloth, with paperwork scattered around their walls, and even what he swore was an acid-proof cage – were the Pyode Amedha going to catch a Serpent? Fascinating. He’d make sure to pass on that knowledge to his Brothers when he returned.
And then, as if out of a dream, his Prey appeared. The man had been disconnected from the series of intravenous devices that he had earlier been attached to him, and had been granted the time necessary to arm himself to his usual caliber. The giant stood nearly at his own height, and though his arms were covered over in the steely and metallic plate of the Oomans, he didn’t doubt that they would likely reflect his own musculature.
Though he certainly was not a Serpent, the Ooman was as close physically to Kiande Amedha, to the Hard-Meat typically found in the parasitic race as any being that Thak had observed. He had watched through the passing of an entire season as the vessel deployed its murderous passenger to a variety of Ooman colonies, each one having suffered at the hands of the Serpents, and each one left without a trace of life upon them at the hand of the Ooman. They referred to him as being a member of a Death-squad, an idea that excited Thak to no end, because it implied that there were more like him who belonged to this Clan of Oomans, more who had taken the desire to locate something greater than themselves, and who had applied that desire in a more literal sense.
“Never thought I’d see one of you!” The Ooman shrieked, his posture shifting immediately into a trained combat position, the metal he wore clinking slightly with the movement. Thak paused, clicking in irritation at the lack of immediate aggression, and also confusion. One of them? Had the Ooman already had contact with his race? Had its Clan slain some of his brethren? Perhaps the Ooman noted his pause, because he laughed gutturally, “Yeah, I know what you are, and I know what you aren’t! You aren’t bullet-proof!” This exclamation was followed by the raising of a firearm, and the explosive noise as the bullet whizzed across the room, striking Thak in the chest. To the credit of whomever had designed the weapon, it had managed to impact with such force that he could feel his flesh break, and blood begin to spill from the wound.
Pain was never a pleasant experience, but Thak was happy nonetheless… happy to know that all of his expectations were being met. Without a noise in response, he flicked his hand forward, the suddenly released Smartdisc causing the Ooman to duck for cover as it slid across the ceiling of the room, shattering lightbulbs with ease and darkening it. Thak switched to his thermal-visor, satisfied with the sudden advantage he’d gained, and promptly took it.
Combi-stick drawn to his hand, he rushed towards the Death Squad soldier, battering the gun away from his hand, only to be met with a rather severe punch to the head which forced him back a step. He felt the tip of his tusk chip away at the force, and responded in kind by impaling the weapon into his opponent’s leg, admittedly struggling to force it through the heavy armor he wore. Blows were exchanged for several moments, blood spilt on either side in the darkness, until eventually there was silence, and the exhausted Thak collapsed to his knees, covered in a mixture of blood that was both his enemies’ and his own.
This he thought, would make for one of his greatest Trophies. The females would adore hearing his story.
Thak would be focused primarily upon finding Worthy prey, much like any Predator ought to be. That being said, he is a particularly picky sort, and is interested more in the quality of a trophy than the quantity that one possesses. If the trophy would be worth telling a story about after the fact, then it is worth taking, but if it is something you just casually blab about over Comms and then ignore for the rest of the match, or the discussion after the round is over, then clearly it wasn’t really that worthwhile of a Trophy.
Thak would follow a series of procedures to ensure that he would locate only the most worthwhile prey, even though many would qualify as Worthy. He believes that it is something akin to slaying an Unblooded to kill a creature incapable of harming him in an effective manner, and so even if he was stricken by a few rogue bullets here and there in the midst of battle, he would not pay any attention to it.
That isn’t to say that he is a pacifist, nor entirely uninterested in fighting people. He’s quite likely to get into several small skirmishes with both Marines and Xenos in order to test their abilities, but if they are unable to wound him to at least a moderate degree, then he has no interest in following through and actually killing them, and would instead simply disable them and toss them aside. Even if he were attacked in a group, he would be focused primarily upon the most aggressive, and strongest of the group, and would be primarily disinterested in the others. He might break some arms and legs, and even potentially lop off a limb, but he isn’t going to kill anything that is incapable of putting up a challenge.
In order to choose which prey are even Worthy of testing, he would use his cloaking device to observe battles as they occur. Only those who Blood themselves by killing an opponent would be Worthy even of testing, and even then certain circumstances may dictate their level of Worth. A Marine who kills Young Runner (420) is not nearly as interesting as one who manages to drop Elder Lurker (612).
While Thak will be interacting with both sides in his pursuit of truly worthy foes, he is not a talkative sort, nor is he particularly interested in alerting persons to his presence beyond the obvious. He will not be running around the map, laughing at the difficulties suffered by either team, or attempting to go through minor mischievous acts like throwing flares back at people. He’s not here to mock, he’s here to Hunt, and in what universe does a Hunter start laughing obnoxiously and throwing useless garbage at his prey?
Why should we whitelist you?
First and foremost, I’d like to think that I’ve been a relatively positive player throughout my time here at CM, and have caused no issue with either Staff or my fellow Players. I’ve exhibited a good control at following the rules, and am perfectly willing to request clarification when I don’t understand something.
I’m an experienced roleplayer, having worked through assorted mediums for several years, and have the capability to take the role in a serious manner as opposed to a joking or mischievous form. I’m perfectly willing to take on the role of an interstellar big-game hunter, and follow through with understanding aspects of the lore and incorporating them into my playstyle as I go through a round to better the experience for my fellow players.
I’m not particularly frag-hungry either, and care a lot more for a good story than for simply racking up kills. In the end, digital pixels showing that I’ve managed to kill something are all well-and-good, but being able to talk about something that’s happened in the Discord chat afterwards, to be able to congratulate people on what they’ve done, or laugh with my fellow players over what’s happened is a lot more appealing than just being “robust.” As a Predator, you’re already so much stronger than most other players, that there really isn’t any appeal even in showcasing that.
Besides, a Hunter, at least in the real-world, is not a person who goes out and kills as many things as they possibly can. A Hunter tends to have a set-limit of tags for which they can slay different creatures, and so its in their best interest to find the best animals using their limited tags. While I know that there isn't an arbitrary limit on the number of kills that a Predator can have throughout a given match, I think it's good to view the entire thing in a similar fashion, to look at the Hunt in the mindset of someone who can only bring back a limited number of Trophies so that quality > quantity.
I’m in for the stories, as it were. I want to have fun in the process, but I want everyone else to have as much fun as I can give them too.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?
Nope, I’m still a good egg.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
Negative.
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?
Of course, Predators who go around plasma-casting literally everyone they ever see deserve to have their whitelist status revoked, regardless of whether or not they’re donators or staff or any other position. It’s a privilege, not a right.
Thanks for reading through my application, and if you have any questions or criticisms for me, I'll be happy to take/answer them.
- Tando_Oddball
Hiya. I'm the player for Axel "Jackal" Freund, Battlefield Scavenger and War Hero extraordinaire. I also play Alexander, the sycophantic mimic Synthetic.
