Byond ID: KingPhilipIII
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here): Haythem Castian, although most players generally know me as a xenomorph player. Something of a reputation as Queen.
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name): Ai-Nai'stbi
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor? Yes I have taken the time to review the Predator's code of honor.
Character background (An ADEQUATE description and story of your predators background):
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Ai-Nai'stbi crouched upon the roof, staring lazily at the humans that wandered across the street. His cloak was engaged, rendering him little more than a shimmer in the night sky, and even that was impossible to see due to the profuse amount of street lights. He had never quite understood their penchant to light up their dwellings in such manners, even though his brain told him they were a diurnal species and feared the dark, despite their attempts to deny this heritage. The building he sat upon itself glowed like a sun itself, light radiating through the hundreds of windows dotting it's exterior. Their choices in terraforming and habitat construction reminded him greatly of the serpents, although they were far less dangerous individually. They drowned the earth in concrete, raised great structures into the sky and crowded themselves into cramped spaces inside their artificial hives, all they required was a Queen to complete the imitation.
Shaking his head and clicking his mandibles in something akin to a chuckle, he knew he was comparing sheep to wolves, although Ai-Nai'stbi knew even among the sheep, there were fierce sheep dogs to be found with a little patience, and a little bit of provocation. He simply needed to find something worthy of his ministration to lure out these dogs. As more of the humans continued to pace their busy street, he noticed in the corner of his eye several particularly large looking humans, and he clambered to his feet, taking a running leap and clearing the distance to another building closer to the individuals who had piqued his curiosity. They were dressed alike, and they were smoking, a habit the young hunter found especially detestable among the humans, a behavior he could not fathom the appeal of. He had heard many stories, and seen the trophies of many hunts from his elders, but he had never heard of this behavior until he began stalking humans himself. He stopped, again shaking to try and clear his head of these irrelevant thoughts as he watched from above.
He did not have to wait long before they set off away from the crowded streets and roads the rest of their kind occupied, meandering through several deserted alley ways, decrepit and rundown streets before they were in a far less illuminated portion of the city he had based himself in. Nai'stbi watched as they approached a rundown and dilapidated building, the roof practically caving in from decay and poor maintenance. He switched the mode on his visor, and the world changed colors before he could see their bright orange thermal signatures through the walls. There were maybe four or five of them inside, gathered around a table. He could not see anything more, so as silent as a ghost he slipped to the ground and made his way towards the structure. It sat at the end of an especially poor looking neighborhood, and while he could see other signatures inside the other buildings, they were asleep or distracted. The street was empty. They would not be interrupted.
Approaching silently, he tried the front door at first, his cloak disengaging as he found they had not locked it, and his mind once again wandered as he considered their lack of concern. The simple locks humans used would have been no obstacle to him but he still found it peculiar that not even was the lock just missing, but it had been torn out of the door, leaving only the handle. He supposed perhaps it could be sold for the material used to make it, but even then it would fetch a poor price given the no doubt shitty quality. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a shout and the cracking of gunfire, and he threw himself to the side as several rounds punched through the floor where he had been moments ago. Blood dripped down his arm and his leg. He had been grazed by the shots, and he cursed himself for his lack of awareness of his surroundings.
"Oi what the fuck are you doing over there?!" A voice called from within.
"Sod off mate, I just saw some huge freak with dreadlocks standing in the doorway inspecting the knob!" His attacker shouted back before approaching the doorway. "The fuck you all doin in there? Come help me kill the fucker so we can get back to our game!"
"Just fucking leave it! If he comes back we can shoot him in the head and take his shit, I wanna finish the fucking game!" A third voice said, and the first voice sounded off in agreement.
"Fine fine, but if I find out the police were snoopin around and we gotta book it AGAIN because y'all don't wanna fuckin move, I'm blamin yo-" His sentence ended in a cry of surprise and a gurgle as a blade thrust itself through his sternum, and he could only grasp at them in confusion before turning his head to look behind himself. There stood the largest man he had ever seen, wearing the weirdest fucking mask he had ever seen. He grasped at it weakly, his mind quickly losing coherence he was thrown down to the ground with a thud and a wet shlick as the blade slid out of his back. The thug's friends came out sounding even angrier than before when they saw Nai'stbi standing over their dead friend, and in moments all three of them had guns in hand and began shooting frantically at him.
The Hunter wasted no time in diving into a side room, a broom closet, as bullets peppered the hallway and shattered the floor and the paneling on the walls. The men were shouting in panicked voices, and he could hear the fear as he waited for them to have to reload. None of them used any discipline, and in a single moment he heard three clicks before empty magazines hit the floor. The hunter wasted no time in lunging out of his hiding place at the nearest one of the thugs, grabbing him with a powerful hand and slamming him into the wall. The wood splintered and cracked before his neck bent far more than humanly possible and he fell limp, although he wasted no time in pondering this as the remaining men finished loading their weapons and began to return fire. Taking a knee, Nai'stbi shielded himself with the body, doing his best to block the incoming fire with his new shield, although he roared in pain and clicked angrily as one of the bullets buried itself in his arm. He was a little angry with himself that he had let these humans injure him, and with another angry cry threw the bullet ridden bodies at the remaining men. Both stumbled as the corpse made impact, and that was all the time he needed.
"This guy's fucking crazy! What the fuck!" The third voice said, throwing the body off and standing up before finding himself relieved of the majority of his intestines. His friend had bailed, dropping his gun and running for the back door and the hunter had only taken a moment to disembowel the third man before pursuing the fourth. He looked down, desperately trying to shove them back into his abdomen before he crumpled to the ground, his conscious fading away.
Even as he ran, the thug knew the stranger was close on his heels, he could hear the labored breathing and the thudding of footsteps as they both sprinted into the backyard and sailed over the fence, landing with a roll before running again. He made it about thirty more feet before he felt a crushing weight in his right leg, and suddenly the weight became too much and his leg snapped. He cried out in agony, praying to god someone would hear his screams and help, but there was nobody, and if there was, they had no intent of helping him. He stared up at the masked face that stared back at him, and he tried to form the words to beg for forgiveness, for mercy, for it to end, before the figure thrust a sharp pair of blades into his eyes.
Nai'stbi gathered the broken corpse up and walked back to the building in which he had assaulted them, hissing quietly in pain as he jostled his arm. He knew he would need to use his medicomp soon, before he lost too much blood or an infection set in, but first he had to leave his bait. While they were amusing to hunt, they were not the sheepdogs he sought. He wasted little time in skinning the bodies, cutting away meat and viscera, taking some to turn into his dinner. The amount of noise would attract attention soon enough, and he had to finish fast. When he tried to hang them from the ceiling of the room, much to his dismay, the beam immediately cracked and broke under the weight of just one body, and the roof nearly caved in on top of him. He cursed these thugs for not having a sturdier home before moving outside. Although broken and dark, there were plenty of lampposts to hang his kills from, and they held. He knew it would be a matter of time before the sheperds and their hounds came to protect the flock, and then a real hunt could begin in earnest. The hunter melted into the shadows from which he emerged to watch and wait.
To be quite honest, killing in this game has become rather part and parcel to me(I frequently play as the Queen, who is stationary for most of the round leaving my job to command and direct) While I will engage in the hunt for the sake of glory and honor and enjoying a melee centered role that's not a xeno, finding someone I think would give me a run for my money without curbstomping my face, what I'm REALLY looking forward to is the ability to have a non-hostile interaction that isn't exactly friendly either.
Generally when you play either side, any kind of interaction is nearly impossible, because inevitably if one side lets their guard down the other will kill them. Predators on the other hand, while yes still vulnerable to various marine shenanigans, are far more able to interact with both sides in more ways than bloodshed and in unique manners. If the marines aren't shooting you, you're probably a human and a marine, which limits possible ways to engage in interesting dialogue. By the same manner, if a xeno isn't ripping your face off, you're probably a xeno or being tackle spammed. Most xenos usually won't start shit with a predator, and I realize I'll regret saying this later when I get RPG'd out of nowhere, marines usually won't fire on sight at predators.
I eagerly look forward to all the kinds of taunts, challenges, mockery, some heartfelt comedy(That was a joke. Probably. Laughing at stupid people's mistakes can be fun.) I'll be able to engage in without getting shot, shanked, stabbed, or some other unpleasant ending.
To be honest I fully anticipate rounds where I never have a single kill, because it's just not that rewarding anymore to smack down on someone who can barely challenge me, with anyone that would challenge me be leagues above me and absolutely wreck my shit.
Why should we whitelist you? I've been a mentor for a few months and I've been a part of the CM community for several years now. I like to consider myself a veteran player, in addition to being an enormous fan of Predator and Alien comics(I have tons of them on my kindle).
I just hope to be able to add to the madness in my own way, and maybe create a few opportunities that are woefully lacking in this day and age.
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 not been banned in the last month no.(HA, perks of being staff. Can't get beaned unless I get removed too.)
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
Yes I am currently banned from Paradise Station(I got beaned in February). I could give you an extremely long story as to why I didn't do anything wrong and my salt was justified, but in essence, I told an officer he was absolute shit at his job in OOC after the round ended, and a prime example of why players despise security. This netted me a ban. Like I said I still feel I was justified considering he arrested me for trespassing instead of the person stabbing me with scalpel, broke my skull twice with his baton, set me on fire(By removing my helmet as a plasmaman) during surgery to fix my skull, and finally I spent the remaining thirty minutes of the round in the brig processing room because everyone was too busy fighting shadowlings to help this guy learn his job. At this point I refuse to appeal a ban out of principle.
Aside from the Paradise mess I have no outstanding bans.
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 am aware I can get the boot at any time should I fail to comply with the rules.
