At dusk, we stood atop a pile of our own sins. Bathed in blood. Bound by rope, we were as hopeless as we lacked sympathy. An endless void of blood and limp bodies force us to face our sins. And if we didn’t, ‘they’ would see to it that we did. They are our captors, and also our superiors, clansmen. And one by one, they take their turn at the torture free-for-all. The waning sun casts horrific shadows, and dancing, our bodies are beat into blind submission. Ever growing wounds quilt our skin a saturated green, and we tire. Oh, we tire. That was the night we faced atonement for our sins. But apparently, we did not learn.
We had broken the code of honor. The primates that had lain sprawled out at our feet? A village of helpless women and children. Our clansmen were strict. And too solemn to admit our mistakes, they had no choice but to turn on us. We were no longer hunters. That was the day we crept passed the vague silver lining. We were murderers.
Mad is the name of the one who stood with me. To this day, it is unclear to me whether or not we are brothers by blood or some strange, unspoken oath. But the fact remains that we are brothers, bound by the pain and suffering of that day. We are Umbra. Women and children, the empty eyes of our victims speak to us in a soothing tone we can not find elsewhere. To this very day, we crave such stimuli. However, to avoid scrutiny, we play by their rules. We settle for men and game prey. And in fact, it is delightful.
Somewhere down the line, our perspectives were drowned in red. Blurred by the blood of our victims. My brother and I have dedicated countless hours of our loyalty to the pack. Years of unwavering allegiance to the creed. Because of this, the almighty have offered us a second chance at life. A second chance to be treated as equals. We have heard whispers of a research facility polluting our royal hunting grounds. My brother and I are to go and investigate and return the skulls of our game to our superiors if we were to regain our status. And we are to remain honorbound, least we see our skulls dance at the feet of our kin. The elders sought to test our honor. We will pass.
What separates Sly Umbra from other Yautja is the relationship he and his brother share, some call his twin. Yin and yang, chaotic aggression and pin-point malice. Sly Umbra is the more cerebral hunter of the two. It lurks in the dark corner you are afraid to venture, culminating darkness, looming and plotting your impending demise. He lives up to the mantra of ‘Sly,’ as much as his brother does ‘Mad.’ They are evil murderers at heart, heart being a term used loosely when concerning the two.
Byond ID: Narcolepsy (this is the key I want to use for my Predator, but I have been using Cannibal Cupcakes so far).
Marine Name (so we know who you are, if you play alien mostly, state that here): My name changes from round to round, same goes for personality. That’s what makes this game so fun, you don’t have to be so attached to one character design. You might know me as ‘Parker Whitloe.’ My partner in crime is named ‘Bobby Ryan’ (and his key is Bryanrich2).
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name): Kwei Ikthya-de (Sly Umbra)
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor?
Very much so
Character background (A very BRIEF description of your predators background):
Two brothers manage to sift through their rigid upbringing, with their insanity still in tact. As Gammas, they made the mistake of giving into their murderous urges and pointlessly slaying and entire village of women and children, on their own and barehanded. Their clansmen went on to torture sense into them, and demote them to Omega status. For years, the two were treated like dogs. They have since grown back to Gamma Yautja, primed and ready for the hunt.
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)?
Our predators were born with a strange mental disorder that can only be describe as sadism. Life be damned. While lust for bloodshed clots their thought at times, it has no baring on their reasoning and rational thought. They understand that it ought to be done under the Code of Honor by all costs. They learned this the hard way. Sly Umbra falls under the Lawful Evil category (or neutral evil, depending on the way you look at it).
Why should we whitelist you?
Even though my account is only so many weeks old, I’ve been looking through all of the approved and denied applications, even the current ones. Barring the one playing as my brother, I have yet to find one with as interesting narrative. Don't let the character's personality I'm playing fool you. OOCly, I'm not out to murder anyone. I'm there to make each round feel like a movie script. Winning or losing doesn't matter as much as making it fun for both aliens and marines.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?
Of course not.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
No, because this is the only server that I play.
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.
