Byond ID: Aracino
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here): Arac Mahan, though I often play xeno.
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name): R'kaa Kvasha
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor? Yes. I've read it over thoroughly.
Character background (An ADEQUATE description and story of your predators background):
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My clan Aioja’s culture is one rarely practiced. The hunt is only half the battle for my kind, the other is preparation. Food is highly valued, as our people have grown to match their hunting expertise along with their ability to create fine meals of their prey. The meal is a trophy of taste that lives on in the memory of myself and my brothers and sisters. A hunter is only as good as their meal. I proudly carry this mindset into my hunts, though I always find something lacking. Always searching for something more than I have. I have never been truly sated after tasting a dish offered by one of our clan’s elders, a masterful dish that was enough to spur the determination beating inside myself and my unblooded kin. It was a taste of what could be, what we could be. It’s the greatest goal a hunter could achieve, yet precious few would ever achieve this level of mastery.
Having slain my first worthy prey, I now resided in our hunting ship’s feed hall, preparing the remains of my hunt to be made into a fine stew. Along with some basic ingredients, me and my kin were expected to collect various herbs and spices from our hunting grounds, as to test our herbalistic skill and senses, finding out which would be suitable for improving the quality of our dish. I found a few that I had harvested during my hunt, mainly ones I used to improve the meat of lesser game that I killed to stave off hunger. Though I was wondering how it would work with little to no meat to work with, as the only use for my hunt’s body would be for a fine broth, the bone and meager amounts of meat being left to broil in one of the pots I used. As that was prepared I began to unpack the roots, adding them into the stew absentmindedly. I glanced about at the other unblooded’s dishes…It seemed like everyone else was in the process of making something grandiose, their hunts having been more deadly than my own from the looks, providing more to use in their various crafts. I grunt lowly as I return to preparing my meal.
Hours would pass as my kin finish their dishes, bringing them to our hunt leader as they would judge the meal worthy of representing Airro. A bend of the knee, the presentation of their dish, and the agony of watching the leader devour what you had poured years of training into. More than half would find themselves told off by the leader, failing to live up to the standards they had set for us, this hunt being made null. Watching them go up to either succeed or fail welled in my gut, this feeling similar to when I slayed my quarry. Both glee and fear for what’s to come next. This stew is sure to fail is all I thought, my unworthiness would be clear. My hunt was nothing compared to my peers… As soon as they called for me, I looked up to them, meeting our leader’s gaze as I stepped forward, holding a bowl filled with the stew I had labored over for the past several hours, my future as a hunter resting in my hands, placing it before my better. My head held low, my knees on the ground, presenting my offering to one who has proven themself to the clan time and time again. They took the bowl in one hand, bringing it to their maw as they slowly savored the taste, testing if it was too sour or too bitter, finding every flaw that they could down to the most minor of details.
I couldn’t even view their face, their judgement unknown to me as I laid in a prostrated manor, mentally preparing for my judgement. I hear the bowl press against the table in the feed hall, my head looked up to the elder. Their face was unmoved, their thoughts unclear to me. They raised up a hand as they motioned for me to stand. Quickly I followed in their instructions, rising to my feet. “I’ve been watching every one of you clearly. You lack trust in yourself, that you’ll fail in your endeavors R’kaa. Though you continue to try despite this self doubt. It’s something you should strive to be rid of, you have potential, however meager it seems to be right now. This meal you offered? It was the most average I’ve ever received.” Their words sliced me with deeper pain than my prey’s own bladed arms, though I tried to hide my reaction to these words. “Don’t take average for poor, will you? That’s what I’m finding tedious with you.” They said with a growl. “I see that you’re wasting your potential by living in fear. Fear of your own failures in the face of all of us.” As they spoke, I listened intently, reflecting on how I had lived up until now. The others stared at me as the leader judged me, my head held low.
I spoke, breaking the silence that had settled in the feed hall. “You’re not wrong. I have feared of my fate, of my death, of dishonor to our clan. This...Conversation has made me think deeply. Your words...They have made me realise my own faults. My failure of believing in my inadequacy.” The leader looked me over, tapping their hand against the table as they spoke. “This hunt has shown me your worthy of being called Young blood. These trials are not only to see if you can hunt, but if you will continue to hunt with honor and skill, both against your prey and with their body. We eat our prey as to learn from their mistakes, for they would do the same for us. We prepare our food because we are better, than our prey. It’s best you keep this to heart. Now, who’s next?” They state, as I nod to the leader, leaving their table as the next unblooded walks forwards as to receive their judgement from them… I glance to the them, watching a more stern look on their face, not wanting to follow in the mistakes that were pointed out about me. With a new outlook, and more confidence, I began to collect the supplies I left over in preparation, my stew being added to the center of the feed table along with the others as proof of my status of young blood.
While no style is set in stone, this recently made young blood is finding what works best for them. Their arsenal will vary as they refine their skills and get used to their tools of the hunt. Though the true defining feature of my predator will be what they do after their hunt. After collecting an appropriate amount of trophys and game, I'll emote making the remains into a meal for either myself or other predators that may be with me at the time. The methods in which I gather the "ingredients" will be similar to finding someone worthy of being a memory shared by R'kaa and the other young bloods he hunts with. Potentially even offering some of his craft to worthy opponents if they manage to best him in combat. Though this is all interchangeable as I've no idea how this play style will work out if I'm properly whitelisted, this is what I'm mainly striving for.
Why should we whitelist you?
I feel like I'm rather good roleplayer and that R'kaa can bring something unique to the current predator line up. Ritualistic food preparation in addition to the trophys I'll be gathering from worthy foes is absent from the current predators, as food is likely and under appreciated craft when it comes to rp. Two warriors bloody and battle scarred, sharing a meal in the feed hall made of their foes' remains, something that can grow the bond between hunters as a solemn respect for their worthy opponents.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)? No
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why? I am not.
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 play Fred Majun/formerly Alfred Stafford/Majun
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