Byond ID: Mayro678
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here): Mark Xenu mostly, but sometimes Rafe Jenner
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name): Bhu'ja "Da'dtou-di"
Are you familiar with the
Predator Code Of Honor?
I am familiar with the code of honor, having read over it a fair amount of times.
Character background (An ADEQUATE description and story of your predators background):
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Bhu'ja hasn't always been the devote follower of the Council of Ancients his whole life, but it is instead something he does as penance for his clan's actions. Birthed from a once honorable clan, Bhu'ja has now been stripped of that familial title as it has been plagued with bad blood. In his childhood he was never aware of these misdeeds, only following what his previous hunt leader, his father, taught to him. Little was Bhu'ja aware that these things were the enemy of the Code, and with this ignorance he would certainly pay a large price.
Bhu'ja's first hunt had begun. His father lead him through the woods of a distant planet, as all young-blood were required to join a elder in hunt to be blooded. The moist air was suffocating, but Bhu'ja had gotten used to it. To them, of course, this planet was just like a distant home that no one remembered. This distant and lonesome planet was where Bhu'ja had first made contact with the enemy of the Yautja, the Serpents. Bhu'ja initially placed the serpents on a low pedestal, his clan had vastly superior weaponry and technology, there was no way they could lose. His thoughts changed when an ancient worker serpent nearly gave him the most dishonorable death, by impregnation. Becoming the laughing stock of his clan, and having to pick his mask from the mud, Bhu'ja begun to learn. His mask had the unprecedented effect of being incredibly hard to see from his fellow clan-mates now, a trivial thing to him now... a most important detail to him later. The hunt picked back up and Bhu'ja continued to try and hone up for his mistakes, but even when he secured his first kill against a spitting menace he still could not avoid some sort of slander or humiliation from his fellow hunters. Bhu'ja then decided to take a step back, waiting for better prey to show itself while he watched his fellow warriors tactics and skills. His father was the grandest out of all, having reached Elder status his skill knew no bounds... but something was amiss. He had watched his father strike down multiple fleeing workers in his attempt to find where the hive truly propagated. A trivial thing to Bhu'ja now... a most dire mistake for him later.
Bhu'ja had not been aware that his father was hunting on another clan's grounds. Bhu'ja had not been aware that his father had not gotten permission from the Council of Ancients. He had definitely not been aware, his father had become something most dishonorable until that fateful moment that set him on his path he walks now. Bhu'ja's clanmates and himself had made it down into the serpent's hive, or what was thought to be their hive. In the end this was only a proxy, one of his fellow hunters securing a bladed serpent kill and retrieving a most honorable prize. For his clanmates this was enough... but not for his father. His father lashed out in anger, there was no serpent mother here, they needed to continue. The men were tired, they wanted to return another day for the hunt... the father insulted their honor for not fighting on till every last serpent was slain. Bhu'ja foolishly followed his father, after all, he would be seen as the most honorable... right? It was a short time after departing with just his father and himself, he would see the error of his ways. His father and himself were soon intercepted by the clan that owned hunting rights to this land. They had spoken to the previous hunters they left behind, but they were spared by the clan's elder... they were not tainted if they had the mind to return from this absurd slaughter. This left only Bhu'ja and his father... the bad blood... to be fixed. The elder at the helm of the search party challenged his father to a honorable duel to the death, and his father angrily accepted. Attempting to get the best of his foe, Bhu'ja's father leaped in first and aggressively struck at the opposing elder with his wrist mounted scimitars. This jungle was full of muck and mud, as Bhu'ja had recalled from his mask being covered in it.. a detail his father forgot when fighting on the sturdy weeds of a proxy hive. It was as if it was too easy for the elder to strike a blow on the now slipping father figure, quickly impaled in the chest and slammed into the ground full force. It was as if it was too easy the struggle, the opposing elder having pinned his father to the ground and pushing the scimitar further into his chest, dealing the fatal wound. It was as if it was too easy, the way the scimitars retracted from his father's chest cavity to return to the elder's wrists bracers. It was as if it was too easy... now all the elder had left was to defeat a simple young-blood.
The call for a duel came quickly from the elder. Bhu'ja had to accept, there was no other way to wipe this shame from his blood except a death... or unlikely victory. The elder has had countless of hunts behind him. The skulls of his grand victories littered his armor, almost taunting the measly look of Bhu'ja's nigh-empty trophy belt. Bhu'ja had to win, it was life or death, fight or flight, and Bhu'ja had chosen to keep what semblance of honor he had left and fight. The fight was nothing graceful, nothing a Yautja would want their name attached to. A messy brawl, the elder having rightfully underestimated the young-blood and fought with only his bare hands. Even then, this was enough to drive Bhu'ja to the ground time and time again. The elder goading his soon-to-be victim time and time again to stand back up and reclaim his honor. Little was it evident, that this was the young Bhu'ja's plan. Every time he was sent to the ground, he made sure to apply more mud to himself. Even as it began to rain, he continued to weather the beatings... the broken bones... the broken honor. Soon he was covered in mud, and now was his time to strike. The elder's vision of his prey was impaired, he had to have been using some kind of tactic. This allowed Bhu'ja to finally land a few decisive blows, now that the elder could not anticipate his movements so quickly. This was however, still no easy feat. The elder had honed all his senses, not just one, so for every hit Bhu'ja landed, two were returned in equal force. Bhu'ja knew he had to land the coup-de-grace sometime soon, or he would fall and be forgotten on this miserable planet. This final blow would soon pass by in a moment's notice, and Bhu'ja would chase it desperately like a moth drawn to the flame. The elder had enough of these childish antics, extending his wrist scimitars and intending to end this miserable foe here and now, now that his honor was being stained by the humiliation of being battered and bruised. During the circling and the breaking of bones and the battering of each other's bodies, the final blow would come now. The rain had washed away most if not all the mud from Bhu'ja, and the elder knew this well. He had seen the Yautja leap awkwardly, likely having lost balance from the mud on the ground, straight at him. The elder took this as a sign of instant regret, the wide and dead eyes of his target through his mask revealed this was some large mistake... and the elder capitalized on it. One blow was all it took to land on the bloodied chest cavity of the Yautja before him. One blow was all it took for Bhu'ja to charge and slam the body of his dead father into the elder, and then land a pin via wrist bracer to the elder's face, other hand wrapped around his neck.
With the elder bested, Bhu'ja had won his duel of honor. He had won his chance to live, to thrive, to hunt once more... or so he thought. Although the crucial idea of Bhu'ja winning was very well apparent, how he won was decided as dishonorable. Cowardly tactics.. using the dead to cope for his failings in skill.. fighting in uneven terms... the Yautja could not believe what he learned, but all the same bowed his head in submission to the words of the Ancient Council. His punishment? Absolute servitude for life to the clan that he had dishonored through using their grounds and shaming their elder. His reward? Survival. Bhu'ja had learned many things from this hunt. Honor was prized above all, victory was meaningless if won in dishonorable ways, and that his clan would be erased from the annals of time.. including his own legacy. This was to be true, unless, he could wipe all shame from his name by becoming a paragon of the hunt. A Yautja to be remembered for centuries to come. Therefore, Bhu'ja now devotes himself to the word of the Council and the Code of Honor. He picks and chooses his battles, having the skill to win many more but the smarts to understand only few of them will truly serve his purpose. He must retrieve the honor he lost due to his ignorance and failure to understand... through any cost to himself, no matter how severe.
How do you intend to play your predator (as in, describe HOW you will act/play your predator)?
Being subordinate to the clan he had been originally tresspassing upon, Bhu'ja is usually a much more relaxed hunter. He follows his active elder's orders to the letter, and thinks only of the honor he will achieve when killing his foes. Will this kill impress those back on our prime world? Will this hunting story of mine be told throughout generations of Yautja? Will a death of this grandeur be one spread across the stars? These are a few of the thoughts that drive Bhu'ja to hunt his specific way. Bhu'ja picks only those that he believes deserves a death by his hands... he will become the paragon of the hunt, a death to him is most honorable, no? Leaders of hunts to duel, leaders of serpents to kill, the elder and ancients of the serpent hive to skin. Bhu'ja is looking to achieve his goal no matter the cost to himself, but will happily retreat if his hunt turns ugly. A death ballad is honorable, but a living legend is much more so.
Bhu'ja downplays his skills due to the severity of the Ancient Councils words to him during his punishment, but it is not close to the truth. Bhu'ja is resourceful, and will think of any way possible to achieve his goal. Leading his prey into a hunting trap and gutting the now ensnared victim, for instance, is one of his most simplest tricks to ensure a outstanding victory. His prey had been outsmarted, truly a sign of his vast intelligence and honor to end the life of such a creature through his superior tactics. Bhu'ja carries much pride with him, but he understands that combat is not fair or inherently honorable.. so he gives himself few luxuries in his hunts, to keep them as honorable as possible.
Why should we whitelist you?
I've been RPing in many different places for a few years and, with some humbling of myself, I say I can at least play a good character and stay true to their values. While reading the, "how to apply for pred", it seemed that roleplay is a crucial item in playing as the predator, so I believed I might as well give it a shot.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?
I have been banned from CM in the last month, due to EORG. Accidentally shot myself with a shotgun when trying to reload it.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
Nope. I don't really play any other servers, so no reason to get banned on them.
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 understand that this is fact.
