Byond ID: Drkln
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here): Hawke 'Hotwheels' Blokkum
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name): Haw'Ke
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor? Yes
Character background (An ADEQUATE description and story of your predators background):
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Come young yautja, let me tell you the story of one of our greatest heroes. The yautja of the flaming wheels! On a faraway moon orbiting a dying star the yautja tribe of Blok'Kums were preparing for their greatest hunt yet. Scouts returned with knowledge that humans were currently occupying a nearby planet and dealing with a serpent infestation. A small framed yautja with beautiful eyes stared at the map of the planet with a blank expression. Haw'Ke! The tribal elder growled, "Prepare for the hunt now, our ship is ready to depart". With a grunt, Haw'Ke brushed a strand of rainbow colored dreadlocks from his gorgeous eyes and continued to the war room. His brothers were almost ready for battle, and here he was still standing scantily clad in scraps of leather and fishnet stockings. "You bring shame upon our tribe with your lateness brother", grumbled one of the tribesmen. "Perhaps he shall redeem himself later tonight" clicked another. Haw'Ke wasted no time, after all his tribal honor was tied to this hunt. Moments later Haw'Ke emerged fully battle clad in a grimy suit of metal armor. The elder emerged in the room soon after. "Children, tonight you will bring back many trophies to honor our tribe. Both the humans and the serpents are formidable prey. Between their skirmishes you shall find worthy opponents and claim their skulls as your own!" As the last word was said the spacecraft began to depart the tribe’s home world known to Weyland-Yutani as LV-420.
From when the ship departed it seemed to be only minutes that it now landed on the hunting grounds. The elder screamed, "LET THE HUNT BEGIN!" Haw'Ke quickly unbuckled and followed his brethren out of the ship single file. Perhaps it was the poor navigational skills of the elder or just plain bad luck, but little did the predators know that the ship just landed in the middle of a large skirmish between the humans and the serpents. No sooner than Haw'Ke stepped out of the ship did his vox caster translate the foreign humanoid phrase "AY YO, DERE'S ONE OF THEM REPTILE MEN, LIGHT EM UP!" to his earhole. By the time Haw'Ke looked at them a large rocket was headed straight in his and his brother’s direction. A deafening explosion was the last thing Haw'Ke heard before a thunderstorm of limbs and corpses was all that was left of his brothers and himself... After being thrown a large distance in the air from the explosion Haw'Ke glanced down at his missing lower extremities. Adrenaline flowing through him, he grabbed a cautery from what was left of his left thigh and seared his stumps shut. His roar of pain signaled to the humans that he was not dead and they were eager to finish the job. With quick thinking, Haw'Ke immediately activated his cloaking device and began a tactical roll down a steep hill into a nearby marine camp. Fortunately for him this camp was filled marines who were recovering from a battle against the serpents and they were of no threat to him. It was then however that Haw'Ke spotted a means of transportation that blessed him with the name 'Flaming Wheels".
A wheelchair was stationed next to one of the tents and Haw'Ke was able to climb into it and slowly scoot away. A passing marine with purple colored armor noticed a wheelchair being propelled by itself as though there was someone using it. To his dismay however, there was no one sitting in it. "I really have to stop taking space drugs", he whispered to himself. Haw'Ke was slowly rollin' back towards the charred and dismembered corpses of his dead comrades. To his surprise their plasmacasters had not been removed from their dismembered bodies. "Fortune smiles upon me!" exclaimed Haw'Ke. Using his cautery, he welded the plasmacasters to his newfound mobile throne of death as screams of marines and serpents echoed in the distance. After he was finished with his welding he tested the sensors on his weapons of mass destruction. The casters beeped and booped ominously as they searched the surrounding foliage for targets. "Today, I shall have my revenge" Haw'Ke burbled from his mouth that strangely resembled some sort of lizard cloaca with fangs. Sweeter than a banana split Haw'Ke pealed through a steep hill as both marines and serpents alike paused with surprise as a yautja with six plasmacasters welded onto a wheelchair blew them the fuck out. Beeps and boops screamed from the casters as red triangles lit up every moving object in sight and blew them to smithereens. "The chair no longer moves and neither does my prey!" mused Haw'Ke as limbs showered around him. As he scooted up towards the corpses of the hundreds of marines and serpents he began decorating his chair with their skulls as a loud boom came from the sky above. The tribe of Kik'Kum had come to this planet for their great hunt as well, but they were too late. As they exited their ship they prostrated themselves in front of the glorious Haw'Ke sitting on his throne of skulls and death, and realized that there is no greater hunter than that of the Flaming Wheels.
The events that occurred on LV-420 have spread throughout the Yautja tribes across the galaxy. Yautja that are now wounded in battle and missing their lower extremities are now sent to Haw'Ke for extensive training. Through powerful mental gymnastics, those that are deemed dishonorable to hunt by most Yautja are worthy to those of Haw'Ke's tribe of legless predators. It is a fair fight if a marine is missing a limb or two, as most of the predators in this tribe are somewhat handicapped. A wounded marine can breathe a sigh of relief when faced with predators as he is now no longer a worthy target. However he should begin to panic when he hears the squeaking of an ungreased wheelchair in the distance as the tribe of Haw'Ke has arrived.
My predator will scoot about in his mobile throne of death seeking those out that my brothers have declared unworthy. I will slowly move towards my intended target using a melee weapon (preferably a warglaive) and attempt to add their skull to my chair and lubricate my wheels with their blood. If any able bodied marine gets in the way of my hunt I will not hesitate to use the six plasma casters welded onto my wheelchair to blow them the fuck out. While hunting serpents I will use my wits and my traps to outsmart them as my lack of speed will prevent me from hunting them on my feet.
All of the lodges I build will be ADA compliant as well.
Why should we whitelist you?
I should be whitelisted because this style of play will keep both the marines and aliens on their toes. No longer are they a dishonorable target if they are missing an arm or a leg or resting on weeds while close to death.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)? Yes
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why? No
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
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