Byond ID:
Azmodan412
Marine Name (so we know who you are, if you play alien mostly, state that here):
Tyler 'Thrift' Borealis. In Hunter Games, I am Moon Moon.
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name):
Ki'cti-pa Mei'hswei (Spear Brother in the Yautja language).
Are you familiar with the
Predator Code Of Honor?
As I have been gone for a long-ish amount of time and only been back for roughly a week, I have reread the Code of Honor.
Character background (A very BRIEF description of your predators background):
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Part 1: Early Childhood
Born the second son of Guan-dha (Nightstrength), a successful Blooded Yautja having finished four Hunts already, Hult’ah (Watcher) was the polar opposite of his sister, Yeyan (Brave). Where she was outspoken, Hult’ah has mostly kept to himself and just watched in silence. Their home, set in a cliffside of Yautja Prime, is an interlocking series of caves and surface buildings, so all members of the small, 60-75 Yautja at the most, community knows everyone else. Some say gossip has wings and this is true in itself, as a rumor circulated that one of the Elites, a Spearmaster, is coming to their village to see the new crop of Blooded. There was much pomp and circumstance as the Spearmaster and his entourage arrived and as soon as he came, he was gone with the new Blooded of the village.
Hult’ah sat against a tree on the outskirts of the village as he heard the whistling of wind. A hand shot up and caught the kiloun dah’Nagara easily as he looks in its direction. He sees his mei’jadhi, surprised that he caught the blade as easily as he did. He stood, releasing the blade from his grip, as he clapped a hand on her shoulder and shook, “Gkaun-yte, Yeyan.” Without a further word, or one word of protest from his sister, he turned and walked back to the village, leaving her by the tree. He slipped in the door as he saw his father staring at him.
“N’jauka, Hult’ah.” His father stated as he turned to his trophy rack, making sure they are organized and they kept from rotting as long as possible. Hult’ah gave his father a na’tauk as he walked into his room and laid on the bed, staring into the ceiling, wondering what it would be like on his first Kv’var. The trinary star system sank below the horizon as he kept staring, slipping into the Than-Guan Agaj’ya, the Midnight Realm, home of dreams and nightmares. He rolled from one side of the bed to the other, kept up all night by the vivid dreams of his first hunt. He could taste the adrenaline pumping through his systems…
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Part 2: Childhood
He is woken from his reverie with a particularly stinging blow to his cranium by the trainer, his own father. “Ki’cte!” His father snapped as he twirled the kiloun al’Nagara, the wooden training longsword and he raised his kiloun dah’Nagara, a trainee’s wooden short sword. His training ended up with a rap across his back and his father snapped again, “S’yuitde.” Hult’ah handed the dah’Nagara over and sat apart from the other trainees as they sparred with his father, learning the steps of the N’ritja, the Dance used in variations on the Kv’var. He sat, watching the others, even his sister train, committing their motions to memory. Once the session was over, he rejoined the trainees as they all received their ‘graduation task’, or the Kv’var before their first Kv’var against the Kiande Amedha, the ultimate prey… The six of them would divide into two teams of three and hunt the same prey, a male Quatza-Rij. The six trainees saluted and armed themselves with the most basic weaponry provided and entered the jungles after their combined prey.
Hult’ah stalked among the treetops of the dto, higher than his two teammates, Bhu’ja Nagara (Ghost Sword), and Halkrath Dekna (Shadow Eye). His lifetime watching others has sharpened his eyesight and hearing, so he soon saw thwei from the Quatza-Rij after descending to the floor. “The Quatza-Rij is wounded. Tarei hsan. This way.” He led the others off into the jungle to seek a new quarry. He soon found signs of an elder Quatza-Rij making its lair nearby and he signaled to the others. Bhu’ja and Halkrath fanned out, letting the smaller Hult’ah lure the beast out. Soon, Hult’ah roared and there was a response from within a nearby cavern, the prey leaping out, bowling over Hult’ah easily and drawing thwei. Hult’ah grimaced in the sudden pain. Desperate, he drove his dah’Nagara into the beast’s gut, the blade snapping with a metallic screech as he tried to pull it out.
Bhu’ja Nagara and Halkrath Dekna attacked the Quatza-Rij from both sides, disorienting the beast so the wounded Hult’ah can get off the ground, holding the stump of his dah’Nagara. Together, they lashed out at the quarry, the blade stump drawing blood from a shallow cut above the beast’s eyes, blinding it in a haze of red as the two other blades scoured its side and hamstrings. As it fell, it dragged its claws down the length of Halkrath’s body and snagged on something, throwing him into Bhu’ja, sending them both sprawling. Bhu’ja Nagara pushed Halkrath off her and tried to get up when a sharp pain in her gut stopped her. A particularly sharp branch speared her clean through the gut, promising a slow, agonizing thei-de. Hult’ah picked up Bhu’ja’s blade and faced the dying Quatza-rij alone and wounded. He drove the sword into its neck and the blade stump into its roaring mouth. The Quatza-rij roared weakly as it collapsed and perished due to the loss of thwei. It pawed at Hult’ah weakly and laid still. He pulled out its tongue as a trophy then turned to the bodies of his hunting partners. He dragged Bhu’ja and Halkrath’s bodies back to the village, throwing the Quatza-rij tongue in front of his father, Guan-dha. He didn’t speak a word as he sat vigil over his fallen friends that night.
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Part 3: Childhood’s End…
Hult’ah stood in the village square, facing his father and wearing the armor Guan-dha wore on his first Kv’var. He gave his father a na’tauk as the village’s elder lou’dte kale attached a bracer upon his arm. He turned to face the gathered Yautja of the village, giving them all a na’tauk as they cheered. Guan-dha clasped his son’s shoulder shaking it while clicking his mandibles together. “Thin-de le’hsuan ‘aloun’myin-de s’bpi-de gka-de hou-depaya. Thar’n-da s’yin’tekai, Hult’ah.” The entire village started chanting ‘Thar’n-da s’yin’tekai’ as Hult’ah started down the path out of the village to the ship that awaited him. He turned his head around, one last look at his home. He set his shoulders and strode down the path to his future.
He sits on the shuttle, armed with the weapons and armor given to an Unblooded on their first Kiande Amedha Kv’var, the first Serpent Hunt. Orbiting the unnamed planet, he ran a preliminary scan of the surface, confirming the kiande amedha are there. He received a transmission from a Blooded already planetside, but the name was withheld. He begins descent into the planet’s atmosphere, taking hold of his combi-staff after making sure the wrist-blades and plasma caster are in place. He stands at the descending ramp’s zenith, nervous, but as the same as his dreams, he feels the adrenaline pump through his veins. His first Kv’var. Finally.
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 play my predator as the careful hunter, marking out his prey and then stalking it. It is important in a hunt to know the prey’s movements, where they stop and where they are on edge. Once I have the requisite data, I would strike mercilessly. As a result, I would play a Yautja like Colonial Marines was an Assassin’s Creed game. Once the prey is engaged, I will not relax until they are dead, only stopping when they get knocked unconscious via RNGesus's decree and shake them up to continue the fight.
Why should we whitelist you?
I have played most every role on the Sulaco and even off it as a Survivor. As a result, when I die from chest bursting or xenos going murderboner, I end up bored out of my mind. I have taken it upon myself to spectate more often than not to help staff catch rulebreakers. Even then, I get bored and start dicking around in dead-chat, helping people in LOOC, getting cursed out by whitelisted predators for trying to help them, and other shenanigans. Over the past week that I have returned for, I've tried to be helpful to newer players and even do something things that amuse and entertain the bored Sulaco crew as Tyler the bartender.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?
To be honest, I haven't been banned within the last month that I know of and/or remember, but I have appealed my Medical job ban within three days of returning to the server.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
I honestly have never played any other servers because from what I could tell via research, no other server is quite like Colonial Marines.
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?
No one is above the rules, as I learned all too well when I was in school. I understand quite well that Yautja have rules upon the normal rules of how to act because of how unique their role is.
Something else to add:
I know I've been a general shitler off and on when I was playing and there is no solid way I can convince you that I've changed. I found that people's thoughts tend to be concrete once their mind is made up about someone. If you don't like me as a player and as a person, I won't try to argue because I know that in the past, I've been a shitty player and teammate. Thank you for your consideration reading this far. 
