Marine Name (so we know who you are, if you play alien mostly, state that here): Joshuu 'Josh' Joshua
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name): Ju'rka Jeh-sei Ji'kos
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor?
Yes. I helped with the first incarnation of the Code of Honor when Abby and I first started developing the predator role.
Character background (A very BRIEF description of your predators background):
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Daren Morris stumbled through the marsh. The deep water flowed into his boots, bogging him down and the thick residue clung to his trousers. Though his pace slowed to a deathly crawl, his heartrate only elevated. The team of archeologists he had accompanied into the marsh were all butchered and there was nothing he, or anybody else for that matter, could have done to stop it. Tightening his hold on the cold grip of his M39 SMG, Daren spun his torso around. His mind raced, his vision hampered with blotches.
Nothing.
It was the nothing that scared Daren the most. He considered breaking out into a run, but knew this would only draw the beast's attention. At this point, fear was his greatest adversary. And it was insurmountable.
Daren knew better than anyone his inaction was not doing him any favors. Although tattered and blooded, his uniform glistened in the light. The swamp had been a mistake. There was no cover, and nowhere for Daren to hide. In the far reaches of Daren's conscious, he had convinced himself that if he didn't move, nothing could see him. And he was wrong.
There was a flicker of light from the pool of water in front of him. Something peaked out of the water, plastered in black mud and thick weeds. Like an old-fashion diver emerging from the depths of the ocean, the figure slowly rose from the swamp, taking decaying residue up with him.
Daren took several steps back. His heart racing, he scrambled for the trigger on his M39 SMG. Jammed. He desperately shook the weapon, trying to clear the muck out of the chamber. Daren discarded the weapon and reached for his sidearm.
Ju'rka Jeh'sei Ji'kos rose out of the thick swamp. His eyes panned over the heat signature of the struggling man in front of him. The human desperately clawed at his holster, trying to gain access to the weapon within. Ju'rka figured that, under calm circumstances, the man could have drawn his pistol in under three seconds. The only thing keeping the human from operating at full combat efficiency was his fear. Something that was just as alien to Ju'rka as the creature in front of him.
Ju'rka took a step forward, dragging a tangle of decaying reeds and compost with him. Truthfully, he did not want to kill the man. But such was the fate of the trespasser. Over the past several days, Ju'rka had watched the human camps. In particular, he had seen them crush insects that had wandered into their tents. This was much in the same.
A small brass cap from the leather pouch popped from the holster and splashed into the murky water. The man hurriedly snatched his sidearm from the ruined pouch.
There was the crack of a gunshot. The bullet whizzed erratically into the canopy. The man, in a shocking display of calmness, slowly leveled the weapon. Ju'rka was confident the man wouldn't miss a second time. The two were less than ten feet away.
The weapon recoiled back. Ju'rka's mask absorbed most of the blow. The impact tore a ligament in his mouth, and a trickle of bright yellow blood seeped out from under. He contorted his face into a grin. The insect had stung him. There would be no remorse to have.
Before the human could fire a third shot, the man's arm was twisted completely backwards. Crimson blood sprayed and bone shattered. The pistol, sprayed in blood, fell from the hand and sunk into the marsh depths. With a sickening tear, Ju'rka tore the shredded arm right out of the man's arm socket, taking a chunk of his shoulderbone with it.
With a flick of his wrist, Ju'rka's wrist-blade extended and sunk into the leg of the human. Working calmly amid the screams of his prey, Ju'rka carefully sawed his blade through flesh and into the bone. Hooking the edge of his blade into the femur of his prey, his slammed his gauntlet into the neck of the man, crushing his windpipe.
Letting the body drop from his blade, Ju'rka stood over the corpse. Although the prey had never truly been a threat, Ju'rka admired the sudden calmness the human had displayed directly prior to his death. The small trickle of blood seeping from under the Yautja's bio-mask remained a testament to that fact. Running his armored fingers across the ashen face of the deceased and bloodied human, Ju'rka stopped when he reached the mouth. Although the prey had not been worth enough to warrant taking the entire skull, he had still managed to draw blood. Ju'rka allowed one of his clawed fingers to rest upon a sizable tooth in the man's mouth. With a quick pull, he yanked it free from the corpse.
Turning away, Ju'rka sunk back into the darkness of the swamp. With the human expedition erased and the swamp free of intruders, Ju'rka removed himself from the battlefield.
Ju'rka is a scout in every sense of the word. Maneuvering through swamps and difficult terrain remains his specialty. As a skilled tracker and hunter, Ju'rka can spent days following the trail of his target. To him, the hunt is all that matters.
His face is something he never shows his prey. Should his face be seen, it is the greatest dishonor.
How do you intend to play your predator (as in, describe HOW you will act/play your predator. This will weigh HEAVILY and frequently breaking from this MAY result in removal)?
I intend to remain distant from the conflict in general. I'm not here to steal the show, nor am I here to play sides. I intend to stick largely to the wilderness and temples of the forest, and to hunt stragglers, not packs. I always fight fairly, and will never resort to unfair tactics or metagaming.
I have a particular affinity for the temple and lake on the far left side of the map. I intend to spend some time there most of my rounds as predator, either guarding it from intruders, or as a base.
I play very seriously, lorewise in all my roles. I don't wear or carry equipment that contradicts my role (such as silly hats, or unfitting weapons). I hold myself to a very strict guideline for the sake of immersion.
Why should we whitelist you?
I've been a core member of CM for over a year. I played a huge role in the addition and implementation of the Predator role as well , and I believe I'm both well liked and respected. If you deny me, I'll probably downgrade the graphics next update anyways.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?
Nope.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
No. I have a clean record.
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've carried out investigations into the whitelist, and I've had to enforce the rules of the honor code before. I'm fully versed and have since its creation (and sequential revisions).
