Byond ID: Carprillo
Marine Name (so we know who you are, if you play alien mostly, state that here): Adam Colt, friendly Texan RO (and occasional CL)! There's also Arch "Charm" Iloman, the snarky and potentially mutineering CL. Oh, and Abel Roth, the VERY creepy CL (and surprisingly competent XO/CO!) Until fairly recently, though, I almost ALWAYS played as Xeno. (This is because I left round-start Xeno on in my character preferences, and had no clue that's what was causing it up until about a week ago.) So I might not be SUPER well-known. Hopefully this application's quality compensates for that...
please?
Name of the character you want whitelisted (The name your predator will use. This must match your in-game predator name): Thei-de Yin'tekai (Roughly translates to "Honor in Death" in English.)
Are you familiar with the Predator Code Of Honor? Yes, I am. I've spent quite a bit of time reviewing it and making sure I keep the core tenants in mind. There's VERY little chance that I'll breach this code, and NO chance that it will happen knowingly.
Character background (A very BRIEF description of your predators background):
Thei-de was born (in human years) sometime in the 19th century, making him somewhat younger than his clanmates. Still unblooded, he left his planet and brethren at a relatively young age on a small scout ship. He had two other Yautja (read below) accompany him, though one was killed in the Hunt and the other broke off on his own. In fact, the conflict on LV-624 is his first actual Hunt, and that's where his backstory is at the moment. Ultimately, like many of his brethren, Thei-de's actions are guided by honor and glory. His personal goal is not to achieve the rank of Elder, but to die in one final, bloody, fight to the death with an opponent that can match his skill. While this (seemingly-suicidal) drive may factor into his choice of prey, however, it generally won't distract him from the Hunt itself unless death rears its ugly head too late for Thei-de to prevent it. Filled with rage at the death of his kin (well, one of them. Read the spoiler'd part for more on that.), he is utterly ruthless when angry. While his main goal during a Hunt is, SUPPOSEDLY, to kill a serpent and become blooded, it's actually to find the strongest warrior on each side and challenge them each individually. Alone. 1-on-1. Thunderdome style.
Thei-de is perhaps too honorable in that regard, meaning that he'll often prefer to fight his "targets" with no (or very little) armor, leaving them armed with either their sidearm and/or knife, though this doesn't really apply for Xenomorphs.
He relies upon a rather distinct form of hunting, instead preferring to isolate and challenge his prey to a 1-on-1 instead of straight-up killing them. Anyone who willingly stands between him and his target can expect no mercy, and he'll make great use of his technology and weaponry in order to remove them from his path. ("Dishonorable" prey (such as children, non-combatants, etc.) are obviously exempt from his fury in this case, due to the Code of Honor.)
He treats his chosen prey with a moderate level of respect, seeing them as worthy foes that are to be treated with significant honor. If his chosen prey is in imminent danger, Thei-de will even act as a "guardian angel" if it doesn't pose too much threat to him. He's certainly eager about this whole hunting thing, that's for sure.
Honor in Death: Origin (Optional Reading! The above is basically a TL;DR for this!):
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The halls of the scout ship echoed with the thudding steps of three Yautja as they prepared for flight, the quiet humming of the ship's engines almost inaudible over the sounds of the hunters preparing for yet another "safari". Each Yautja was well-built, yet obviously young and relatively inexperienced.
One of them, who went by the name of Kiande Thwei, had isolated himself from the rest. His gaze drifted across his small quarters, dark and monolithic. He preferred it like this. Alone. Though he wasn't opposed to the company of his two clanmates, and even enjoyed it at times. He'd never admit this, of course. It simply wasn't in his nature. Indeed, Kiande was a very solitary hunter. He didn't really care much for making friends or allies among his fellows, which of course was of no REAL concern to them. Except for the crazy one. Sighing, mandibles slowly clicking together, he reached up to a simplistic podium and removed a large metallic object and held it up to his head. His bio-mask let out an audible hiss as it sealed around his face. The eyes of the mask flicked through the various sight modes, and the laser sight adjusted itself to the room's brightness. Kiande picked up his heavy metal armor, nothing more than a sleeveless torso plate, and clasped it around his back. He felt his webbing "flight suit" tighten as the armor's clasps pulled it taut. Pulling on his plated shinguards, he stood and reached for his preferred weapon of choice. It was a large, serrated glaive, with the signature curved blade ending in a jagged bolt-shaped tip on either end. It was more of a scythe, really. Kiande swung it about, testing its balance. Satisfied, he slung the leather strap over his shoulder. Finally, he clasped his plasmacaster to his shoulder and clicked his gauntlets securely around his wrists. The blades glinted, barely visible in their housings. He was prepared to hunt. Turning, he opened the door to the dark room and stepped out.
Meanwhile, in another part of the ship, a Yautja known only by his nickname "Kha'bj-te" ("Maniac") was undergoing a similar ritual. Mandibles clicking in excitement, he lifted up his jagged, eccentric-looking bio-mask and turned it in his hands. This was what he had been raised for, and what he had come to love! And it was finally happening! A coarse laugh escaped his mouth as he attached the metal mask to his face. The dual targeting lasers beeped as they turned on, automatically adjusting to the brightness of the small room. "Maniac" basked in the glow of the visor, almost giddy as the different vision modes flicked on and off. Looking around, he laughed again. He turned and lifted his personalized armor. It was more of a mantle, with a long, segmented piece covering his spine. Unlike his fellow hunters, "Maniac" didn't bother with the underlying webbing that many others wore. It felt weird on his skin, and he preferred the freedom of not wearing it anyways. He knew that most of his clanmates looked down upon him, thinking he was an ineffective hunter. That he wasn't fit to hunt. That he was crazy. Maybe they were right about that last part, but he aimed to put their doubts to rest. He picked up his two personal favorite weapons. The first was a variation of the standard wrist blades, though instead of two jagged blades, each gauntlet held a very long machete. His other preferred "tool" was actually twofold: twin plasmacasters. Greatly enjoying the sharp clicking and ratcheting noises they made as they attached to his mantle's caster holders, he spun and quickly left his lit quarters, ecstatic at what was soon to come.
Finally, the third member of this small hunting party stood on the "bridge" of the cramped ship, having already prepared himself. His face was obscured by a distinct bio-mask, featuring a more elongated, almost helmeted look to it. His armor, a more traditional plate covering half his chest and shoulder, was mostly bare. A simplistic, utilitarian plasmacaster rested on his back. His ceremonial knife, his weapon of choice, rested in a hidden sheath. His gauntlets were of a clean, unscratched bronze metal. His webbing pulled taut over his muscles, he idly secured his one-piece shinguards and boots. His hunting pouch, relatively freshly-made, dangled from his belt, which was adorned with various other pieces of equipment and weaponry. This was Thei-de Yin'tekai, and this name was inscribed along the top edge of his bio-mask. A small luxury, but one he enjoyed. His knuckles were adorned with small metal rivets, essentially brass knuckles. A circular blade rested in his hand, which he spun by one of the circular holes on the edge. He was unfocused. Thei-de was, above all, anxious. Impatient. He was having trouble waiting, and paced the bridge, his heavy footsteps reverberating through the alien metal. He knew this was a great responsibility, but his mind kept wandering to visions of glory. Thoughts of a challenging hunt raced through his head, and he grew even more restless. He set the small blade on a ledge and looked out the window. He was greeted by dark tangles of trees and brush. Turning, he picked up his most sentimental item: a skull of one of his kin. The forehead of the calcified object had a large hole in it. He had not died an honorable death. Thei-de had been inspired by this skull. It had shaped him. Some might say he was obsessed with dying. Dying a glorious, noble death in a no-holds-barred duel with a worthy opponent. They were right, of course. But he refused to let it interrupt his first Hunt. He had lived and fought too hard to die so soon.
He turned as his two brethren entered the small room. They didn't speak. There was nothing to say. Deep down, all three of them were simply too excited for the beginning of the Hunt. With a few swift actions, the engines of the ship roared to life and it lifted off the ground. With a loud sound of combustion, the craft rocketed away into the dark skies. Each one was lost in thought, yet a strong sense of brotherhood permeated the compartment. They'd been very close since a very young age, the three of them. As with many of their kind, they had been raised to hunt. This was what their lives were truly about. The drifter was deep in his solitude, mind slowly and methodically working out the path to victory. The fool was consumed by the glee and excitement of the Hunt, the freedom of the planet's surface, and the fun he planned to have. The martyr could do nothing but struggle to keep awake as the ship shot through space. Soon, his eyes closed, and he did not open them for a very long time...until a rough shaking from "Maniac" brought him back to reality. The scout ship had arrived at its destination. The temple was somewhere on this barren planet, but the Yautja were wary. From their position in the skies, they noticed strange structures near their destination. Alien structures. Someone had infringed upon their hunting grounds. Thei-de brought the ship down to an area deep in jungle, a decent distance away from the compound. As each one stepped off the ramp, their previous reprieve had been shattered. On edge at the prospect of this unwelcome incursion, they crunched through the dense forest. A loud hissing reverberated through the trees, but to the Yautja it was miles off. Ever alert, the hunters soon activated their cloaks and broke into sprints. They would have to infiltrate these invaders quickly, before they could do any more damage. Suddenly, "Maniac" let out a grunt as something slammed into him. He began to panic as the small, shiny black creature, faster than his frantic swipes, clawed at his open skin. Finally, a roar escaped his bio-mask as he turned his twin plasmacasters on the creature. With a loud crackling noise and a blinding flash, the creature was reduced to a crisp. However, more dark claws sprung from the trees and dragged him away. The other two Yautja, however, were otherwise occupied. A larger black creature, larger than any living hing they had seen, came crashing through the brush. A massive crest adorned its head as it shot towards them, a guttural screech leaving its jaws.
A decision had to be made. Leave "Maniac" to die, plasmacasters firing and blades swinging, or try and save him from an honorable battle and risk death in the process? Kiande was the one to decide. With a quiet apology, the two hunters turned and fled the colossal beast as it plowed through the thick branches and trunks. Coming to a large gap, they didn't even hesitate before leaping over it, hoping the creature was too heavy to pursue. As it happens, they were correct. When it attempted to cross the schism, the ground gave out beneath it and it fell to the depths below, roaring madly. Kiande and Thei-de didn't look back. They reached an outcropping along the thick dirt and stone, overlooking a river near the metal complex. There, they set up a small, makeshift camp for the night. Kiande vanished some time later, while Thei-de slumbered. Though initially assuming he had died, it was later discovered that Kiande had struck out on his own, reasons unknown. The death of his comrade had struck harder than he had let on, apparently. Awakening, Thei-de (not knowing that Kiande still lived) became furious. Not only had he lost his two closest kin to these beasts, but another race had invaded the Hunt! This would not stand, he decided. Returning to the chasm, he leaped over to the rock wall and scaled it, ignoring the pain in his hands as they cracked the stone. Clambering on to the edge, fingers bruised and bleeding, he walked along the brink until he neared the location of his ship. No sooner had he begun to sprint for the ramp, when the trees seemed to come alive. Dark, spindly arms whipped out and tried to slow him. Several of the creatures rammed into him, only to be flung off with little consideration. Closing the ramp as soon as he set foot on it, he immediately sent the ship into orbit. Only then did he realize what he had done. He'd abandoned both of his kin below, to the very prey they came to hunt, and had not even tried to put up an honorable fight to defend them. He could not even put up an honorable fight to save himself. Worst of all, he had the chance to die the glorious death he dreamed of, but he had not taken it.
He had shamed himself.
He would not let it be that way. Thei-de would not let the Hunt end so easily. His rage and anger soon dispersed, replaced with determination and ambition. The Hunt would only end when he had killed the strongest each of these invaders had to offer. On his terms. He set the ship to remain still in the dark skies of the planet, stepping out of the bridge and into the quarters of his fellows. He looked to their trophies for inspiration, and as he began to gather his equipment, his weaponry, his thoughts were shattered. A larger ship had arrived. At first glance, it was of the same material as the foreign structures. So be it. If more prey lay upon that ship, it was simply a larger pool to choose from. And if the serpents that he had cowered from thought he would give up in his quest to hunt them, they were sorely mistaken. He began the ship's descent to the planet below, and then stepped out into the center of the ship's main room.
"Let the hunt begin."
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)?
The role I intend Thei-de to fulfill is one of moderate involvement in the conflict. When playing as him, I intend to spend as much time as I can scoping out a "worthy" player (probably a SL or someone who's shown some level of skill). During this time, my plan is to not actively attack anyone unless provoked. I'd also take extreme care not to be noticed, generally avoiding the ongoing battle until I locate the player I wish to fight. I'd be cloaked during this time.
Once I've found my target, I'd follow him as closely as possible without risking detection. As soon as he's alone, I'd incapacitate him (assuming that's a thing Predators can do without causing permanent harm to someone, that is.) and restrain him. Note that any Marines or other hostiles (Xenos, armed Survivors, MPs, etc. etc. that are considered "honorable prey") that stand between me and my chosen target will probably get killed or maimed, but this could be avoided depending on how they react to me.
Afterwards, I'd probably drag him to the my lodge (where I plan to spend most of my time when not actively hunting, in order to keep distant from the rest of the conflict) and engage him in a 1-on-1 fight to the death, using no weaponry (except MAYBE my wristblades depending on how the Predator plays on this server.) and as little armor as possible.
Otherwise, Thei-de would be in the Temple waiting for a good time to go out and practicing with his weaponry, or maybe just doing some passive RP.
TL;DR, I'd not really do much outside my lodge except kidnap some unlucky fucker and drag him back for a deathmatch. However, this could be changed depending on how the round goes and how other players react to me. My hunting style would be obsessive and active, but not quite reckless. Part of Thei-de's character is his dreams of a glorious death, and if I'm cornered, that's exactly how I'd go out.
Why should we whitelist you?
While I'm perfectly aware that I'm hardly known on the forums (though I'm actively trying to fix that), and only slightly more well-known on the server, I feel I have a set of qualities that make me a responsible and trustworthy choice for this whitelist:
- I'm a serious roleplayer, and won't usually randomly engage combat/kill someone without properly roleplaying through the motions of the confrontation first. (Though this depends on whether or not THEY do likewise. If they just start shooting at me for no reason, I won't have time to RP it out. As such, well, you can probably guess what would happen.
I've held several relatively high-importance whitelists on various other communities before, be they RP-based or more combat-oriented. I know they're unrelated to CM, but I believe that they do demonstrate that I am responsible and fair with my whitelists, and that I don't abuse them. (If you'd like to know which games/whitelists specifically I've had, let me know and I can PM you my "resume".)
One thing I've noticed while observing Predator rounds is how much more interesting and varied they are. See, a lot of people shit on Predators because "they only choose one side", which simply isn't true. I've seen some interesting side-switching with Predators, and it keeps the round lively and fun. I'd like to be part of that. As unlikely as it seems, part of my motivation legitimately is to make the rounds more fun for everyone else. I have a feeling it'll make them more interesting than if I just sat around as an RO or CL, at least, which is what usually happens (and why I'm not very well-known on the server/forums).
Really, though, there's not much more I can add to this. I'd like to think the effort I put into this application demonstrates the amount of effort I intent to put into this whitelist itself. I know that I'm not particularly well-known on the forums or, really, on the server. I expect plenty of people to -1 this because they don't know who I am. And there's no hard feelings. But I felt I should at least try to compensate by making a good application.
WARNING: HERE THERE BE ANGST AND LACK OF SOCIAL APTITUDE! READ AT YE OWNE RISK!
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As I've told Feweh, I've struggled to integrate myself with the community. This is unfortunate, because I REALLY want to. I've never been much good at that, unfortunately. Know that I do intend, very strongly, to become well-liked and meet some new friends here, because you all seem AWESOME. It just might take me a bit longer than most people.
I have not been banned at all from the server, at least not that I know of. Certainly not within the last month, if memory serves.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?
I don't think so, nope. If I am, well, it's not a server I've ever actually been on.
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, and I think this is a perfectly fair and suitable punishment. I mean, the CoH is basically the defining part of the whitelist and how it's played. So.
So, there it is. My (probably insufficient) Predator application. I'll probably make more individualized stories for the three Yautja at some point, but in the meantime...
Feel free to give me some advice on how to improve it, throw in some constructive criticism, or just ask questions if anything confuses you!...which is actually fairly likely because I was really nervous typing this up.
