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Hi guys I'm waiting for my under mask , hands and feet to be made i am going to do the head first then the hands and feet. Adding dreads , accessories etc.
Whilst i am waiting for them i figured because when you love the predator so much you have to have a passion for what your doing and your predator has to have a background. Well today like the nerd i am i took a bath because my feet stunk like crap and started to dream up a whole story for my bad blood!.
Then i came up with my story of how it all started. Next I'm gonna draw him and add details along the way making side views of his bio etc.
I put this in the overall work in progress forum because i figured the background and mental side of your predator is just as important as the visible and physical side. Well anyway if you can be bothered hope you like it. By the way I'm not exactly Stephen king so cut me some slack.
On his home planet he was sent on his first hunt. A hunt to earth , in the amazon.
1964: THE AMAZON RAIN FOREST.
As he arrived sent down in a pod his foot hit the floor and he felt proud already but soon realized he had yet
to achieve anything. He scaled a tree and almost slipped a few times , he had not been trained to climb such rough
surfaces. His mind wasn't thinking of hunting more on the thought of the trophy's he would have to show to his elders.
As he reached the top of the tree he used his infrared vision and scanned the area for any signs of life.
He looked for quite some time until he noticed heat patterns coming from one certain point , he jumped down to follow
the trail. He had not thought of what lay ahead of him and did not use his active camouflage. He simply ran.
As he was rapidly sprinting through the trees rain started to fall and seemed to make him feel more proud of what he
was doing. It hit the ground hard coming down in millions of drops almost making a tune with his loud footsteps
through the mud and grass. Suddenly he noticed a small fire , a tent , and a goat tied to a stick that had been
secured in the ground with rocks and small pieces of gravel. The goat could see the predator in the tree but
didn't make a sound , maybe out of fright or maybe it did not fear him.
Two men suddenly appeared from the trees behind the camp , one had a hat on simply to keep the sun from his eyes
and most certainly needed a shave. He was very fat and wore a shirt that was too small and long shorts with hairy
legs. His boots were filled with mud. The other man was looking towards the fat man in anger , he had a shaven head
with a large tattoo on one side of his face. He also wore a shirt with shorts except his shirt had a huge rip in
with blood stains. He also wore boots with mud on them but the bottom of his legs also seemed muddy as if he had
been scrapping with something.
" Have you got what you came for yet " . Yelled the fat man.
" Yeah , we can head out now back to the truck , i have the flower , got caught in a lot of crap on the way though
and there was a damn little tiger back there!!".
"My god , what did you do". Said the fat man in response.
" Well it was me or him , i had to finish the little ******* , it was me or him , survival of the fittest right? ".
"I guess so , you should be thankful it wasn't its mother... or anything else , you don't know what could be around
here! ".
The bald headed man bent down to pick something up. " Nothing can beat me he laughed ". As he turned he stood and
noticed the predator in the tree and presumed it was a man. The predator did not know he had seen him and continued
to watch them. In no alarm the bald man walked over to the fat man and dragged him into the tent.
"Listen theres something out there". He murmured to the fat man in a frightened voice.
"What in heavens do you mean man". He replied.
The bald man grabbed his shotgun leaning against the table in the tent. " Wait here" he said pushing the man to the back.
The youngblooded predator noticed the gun with his infrared and quickly went into active camouflage and quietly dropped
down to get in closer. The predator approached the man , with him being fully unaware. As the yautja was just about to
go in for the kill the fat man came out of the tent and shouted out.
"What in heavens are you doing man , I'm boiling up in the....".
Just as he was about to finish his sentence a huge net flew over him and ripped through the back of the tent sticking
him to a tree.
He screamed in pain , and the bald man had to run a round the tent to get a better look , as he arrived the netting
was ripping through his skin , his agonizing scream was annoying the predator and he was anxious for his trophy.
He sent a spear through the air impailing the right side of the fat mans face silencing his screams. The yautja
let out a roar and realized he had just destroyed his trophy , a human skull.
The other man was his only option . The yautja's roar gave the bald man an estimate of where the predator was
and he picked up a huge rock and threw it towards the noise. With luck it actually hit the yautja but the man
didn't even notice and had already began sprinting threw the trees.
He screamed as he ran. As the predator started to chase he realised that his only option to get this man from here
would be to throw another weapon from long range but did not want to ruin his only other chance of a trophy.
The man slipped a few times as he ran but finally made it to his truck. He screamed in fear as he searched his
pockets for his keys and realized they were in the fat mans body.
" Fuc* ". He whispered to himself as he smashed the window with a powerful punch.
He thought he had broken his fist but was more focused on living than feeling pain , he jumped in the car and
started to try and hot wire it.
"C'mon start you piece of ****". He screamed!!.
The engine started , but as he started to drive he heard a loud thud on the roof of the truck and a huge dent came into , even making him have to turn his head a little!.
He was petrified. He heard another roar from the roof but carried on driving.
Then a huge fist came through the windshield of the car making the man scream in fear
and let go of the steering wheel. The hand gripped him and took him up to the trees in a huge jump , the man paid no attention and assumed his death was near. He was suddenly dropped and struggled to get up with many broken bones in his legs. He slowly and painfully managed to half stand as a huge body dropped on top of him feet first. It was the yautja.
It rose to a position of pride and picked up his victim by the neck , his hand were flying around and he noticed the predators disc stuck to his side , he quickly grabbed it but then dropped it with the pain from smashing the car window. The predator let out a laugh , angry yet comical.
Then lowered its fist and punched him in the stomach. It found it all fun to watch and commit.
It then dropped him. Walked around ten steps in front of him and knelt down.
He lifted his arm up and stared at the predator. It took a spear from its back and slip it to him whilst also turning on its three red lights for the plasmacaster aiming them at his chest. The lights partially blinded him and he gripped the spear , he then managed to get to his knees and was about to speak but suddenly the predator let out a huge cannon like bullet from his plasmacaster and it hit him right in the chest sending him onto the bonnet of the car. The predator arose collected his full trophy and even went back for the half trophy , polished them both , and made his way back to the ship feeling very proud and anxious to show of his skills to the elders.
1964: SAME YEAR , HOME PLANET. CITY OF LAW
As the predator got back to his home planet he went to the council of elders where he registered to speak to an elder about going up in rank for his new trophy's from young blood to real hunter!. When he found out who the elder who he was he was due to see he wasn't to pleased as he was known to be evil even with his own kind. He had once killed another elder with his bare fists for mocking his name. He would of been banished was it not his power and authority. As the youngblood entered the room the elder asked him in his own language how the hunt was. The youngblood told him in excitement how the hunt went and explained every detail.
After the tale the elder walked down the steps of his thrown .
Approached the youngblood and stood in front of him. The youngblood in his mind was thinking the elder was going to promote him to the rank of hunter. But instead threw him with might against the back wall of the room and shouted out in the yautja language.
"You must never kill civilians you piece of ****"
The youngblood knew death was innocent and was so angry that he immediately arose and ripped out his glaive and threw it towards the elder thinking it would be immediate death!.
The elder simply blocked the glaive and let out a huge angry roar.
The youngbloods mind flooded with thoughts of what he had done and how many mistakes he had made but was not willing to give up his life for the sake of the most evil of all elders who kills his own kind for no reason barely. The elder flicked a shuriken towards the youngblood and it had that much power it hit him right on his bio helmet dropping him instantly to the floor , he was dazed and confused for a few seconds and by the time he had full consciousness he could hear the elder speaking above his body.
" You must never defy an elder... you know that has the death penalty.. i may as wel finsih you now". He chuckled.
The power of being at the rank he was had gone to his head and it was time he was dealt with were the words that came strait to the youngblood's mind.
His body lay flat on the cold concrete floor and he heard the elders wrist blades shoot sharply straight to the edge of the blade. They youngblood still lay , pretending to be dazed.
As the elder lifted his arm he raised his head and looked to the ceiling of his personal throne room that was covered with the heads of bad bloods he had killed over the years.
" Ahh.. I love the smell of fresh death ".
" So do I ". Screamed the youngblood and impaled his wristblade into the elders stomach who let out a huge scream.
" You ****" . It yelled and pushed the youngblood back with the little power it had left the dropped to the floor where it started to bleed to death.
" I'm not going to be added to your list of death , you will be added to mine , we should not be in rank as foul ***** lie you can end up at the top." the young blood whispered to the elder.
He ripped the elders bio from his face whilst picking up his own with is other hand.
He put his own bio on then put the elders under his arm.
" You were once good elder , but you had to be delt with..".
As the youngblood turned to leave a hunter wearing a celtic bio entered the room through the heavy egyptian like doors wearing only a robe , a local guard of the elders. He was looking at the floor.
" My lord there is a jedi here to see you he sa.....
He noticed the elder on the floor and immediatley screamed and ran for the eit only to be impaled by the youngbloods nagita.
The youngbloods mind was filled with thoughts but one was most prominent.
I will not be told how to run my life , i am not a young blood , i am not an elder , i am a bad blood.
Taylor Ahlgreen.
Whilst i am waiting for them i figured because when you love the predator so much you have to have a passion for what your doing and your predator has to have a background. Well today like the nerd i am i took a bath because my feet stunk like crap and started to dream up a whole story for my bad blood!.
Then i came up with my story of how it all started. Next I'm gonna draw him and add details along the way making side views of his bio etc.
I put this in the overall work in progress forum because i figured the background and mental side of your predator is just as important as the visible and physical side. Well anyway if you can be bothered hope you like it. By the way I'm not exactly Stephen king so cut me some slack.
On his home planet he was sent on his first hunt. A hunt to earth , in the amazon.
1964: THE AMAZON RAIN FOREST.
As he arrived sent down in a pod his foot hit the floor and he felt proud already but soon realized he had yet
to achieve anything. He scaled a tree and almost slipped a few times , he had not been trained to climb such rough
surfaces. His mind wasn't thinking of hunting more on the thought of the trophy's he would have to show to his elders.
As he reached the top of the tree he used his infrared vision and scanned the area for any signs of life.
He looked for quite some time until he noticed heat patterns coming from one certain point , he jumped down to follow
the trail. He had not thought of what lay ahead of him and did not use his active camouflage. He simply ran.
As he was rapidly sprinting through the trees rain started to fall and seemed to make him feel more proud of what he
was doing. It hit the ground hard coming down in millions of drops almost making a tune with his loud footsteps
through the mud and grass. Suddenly he noticed a small fire , a tent , and a goat tied to a stick that had been
secured in the ground with rocks and small pieces of gravel. The goat could see the predator in the tree but
didn't make a sound , maybe out of fright or maybe it did not fear him.
Two men suddenly appeared from the trees behind the camp , one had a hat on simply to keep the sun from his eyes
and most certainly needed a shave. He was very fat and wore a shirt that was too small and long shorts with hairy
legs. His boots were filled with mud. The other man was looking towards the fat man in anger , he had a shaven head
with a large tattoo on one side of his face. He also wore a shirt with shorts except his shirt had a huge rip in
with blood stains. He also wore boots with mud on them but the bottom of his legs also seemed muddy as if he had
been scrapping with something.
" Have you got what you came for yet " . Yelled the fat man.
" Yeah , we can head out now back to the truck , i have the flower , got caught in a lot of crap on the way though
and there was a damn little tiger back there!!".
"My god , what did you do". Said the fat man in response.
" Well it was me or him , i had to finish the little ******* , it was me or him , survival of the fittest right? ".
"I guess so , you should be thankful it wasn't its mother... or anything else , you don't know what could be around
here! ".
The bald headed man bent down to pick something up. " Nothing can beat me he laughed ". As he turned he stood and
noticed the predator in the tree and presumed it was a man. The predator did not know he had seen him and continued
to watch them. In no alarm the bald man walked over to the fat man and dragged him into the tent.
"Listen theres something out there". He murmured to the fat man in a frightened voice.
"What in heavens do you mean man". He replied.
The bald man grabbed his shotgun leaning against the table in the tent. " Wait here" he said pushing the man to the back.
The youngblooded predator noticed the gun with his infrared and quickly went into active camouflage and quietly dropped
down to get in closer. The predator approached the man , with him being fully unaware. As the yautja was just about to
go in for the kill the fat man came out of the tent and shouted out.
"What in heavens are you doing man , I'm boiling up in the....".
Just as he was about to finish his sentence a huge net flew over him and ripped through the back of the tent sticking
him to a tree.
He screamed in pain , and the bald man had to run a round the tent to get a better look , as he arrived the netting
was ripping through his skin , his agonizing scream was annoying the predator and he was anxious for his trophy.
He sent a spear through the air impailing the right side of the fat mans face silencing his screams. The yautja
let out a roar and realized he had just destroyed his trophy , a human skull.
The other man was his only option . The yautja's roar gave the bald man an estimate of where the predator was
and he picked up a huge rock and threw it towards the noise. With luck it actually hit the yautja but the man
didn't even notice and had already began sprinting threw the trees.
He screamed as he ran. As the predator started to chase he realised that his only option to get this man from here
would be to throw another weapon from long range but did not want to ruin his only other chance of a trophy.
The man slipped a few times as he ran but finally made it to his truck. He screamed in fear as he searched his
pockets for his keys and realized they were in the fat mans body.
" Fuc* ". He whispered to himself as he smashed the window with a powerful punch.
He thought he had broken his fist but was more focused on living than feeling pain , he jumped in the car and
started to try and hot wire it.
"C'mon start you piece of ****". He screamed!!.
The engine started , but as he started to drive he heard a loud thud on the roof of the truck and a huge dent came into , even making him have to turn his head a little!.
He was petrified. He heard another roar from the roof but carried on driving.
Then a huge fist came through the windshield of the car making the man scream in fear
and let go of the steering wheel. The hand gripped him and took him up to the trees in a huge jump , the man paid no attention and assumed his death was near. He was suddenly dropped and struggled to get up with many broken bones in his legs. He slowly and painfully managed to half stand as a huge body dropped on top of him feet first. It was the yautja.
It rose to a position of pride and picked up his victim by the neck , his hand were flying around and he noticed the predators disc stuck to his side , he quickly grabbed it but then dropped it with the pain from smashing the car window. The predator let out a laugh , angry yet comical.
Then lowered its fist and punched him in the stomach. It found it all fun to watch and commit.
It then dropped him. Walked around ten steps in front of him and knelt down.
He lifted his arm up and stared at the predator. It took a spear from its back and slip it to him whilst also turning on its three red lights for the plasmacaster aiming them at his chest. The lights partially blinded him and he gripped the spear , he then managed to get to his knees and was about to speak but suddenly the predator let out a huge cannon like bullet from his plasmacaster and it hit him right in the chest sending him onto the bonnet of the car. The predator arose collected his full trophy and even went back for the half trophy , polished them both , and made his way back to the ship feeling very proud and anxious to show of his skills to the elders.
1964: SAME YEAR , HOME PLANET. CITY OF LAW
As the predator got back to his home planet he went to the council of elders where he registered to speak to an elder about going up in rank for his new trophy's from young blood to real hunter!. When he found out who the elder who he was he was due to see he wasn't to pleased as he was known to be evil even with his own kind. He had once killed another elder with his bare fists for mocking his name. He would of been banished was it not his power and authority. As the youngblood entered the room the elder asked him in his own language how the hunt was. The youngblood told him in excitement how the hunt went and explained every detail.
After the tale the elder walked down the steps of his thrown .
Approached the youngblood and stood in front of him. The youngblood in his mind was thinking the elder was going to promote him to the rank of hunter. But instead threw him with might against the back wall of the room and shouted out in the yautja language.
"You must never kill civilians you piece of ****"
The youngblood knew death was innocent and was so angry that he immediately arose and ripped out his glaive and threw it towards the elder thinking it would be immediate death!.
The elder simply blocked the glaive and let out a huge angry roar.
The youngbloods mind flooded with thoughts of what he had done and how many mistakes he had made but was not willing to give up his life for the sake of the most evil of all elders who kills his own kind for no reason barely. The elder flicked a shuriken towards the youngblood and it had that much power it hit him right on his bio helmet dropping him instantly to the floor , he was dazed and confused for a few seconds and by the time he had full consciousness he could hear the elder speaking above his body.
" You must never defy an elder... you know that has the death penalty.. i may as wel finsih you now". He chuckled.
The power of being at the rank he was had gone to his head and it was time he was dealt with were the words that came strait to the youngblood's mind.
His body lay flat on the cold concrete floor and he heard the elders wrist blades shoot sharply straight to the edge of the blade. They youngblood still lay , pretending to be dazed.
As the elder lifted his arm he raised his head and looked to the ceiling of his personal throne room that was covered with the heads of bad bloods he had killed over the years.
" Ahh.. I love the smell of fresh death ".
" So do I ". Screamed the youngblood and impaled his wristblade into the elders stomach who let out a huge scream.
" You ****" . It yelled and pushed the youngblood back with the little power it had left the dropped to the floor where it started to bleed to death.
" I'm not going to be added to your list of death , you will be added to mine , we should not be in rank as foul ***** lie you can end up at the top." the young blood whispered to the elder.
He ripped the elders bio from his face whilst picking up his own with is other hand.
He put his own bio on then put the elders under his arm.
" You were once good elder , but you had to be delt with..".
As the youngblood turned to leave a hunter wearing a celtic bio entered the room through the heavy egyptian like doors wearing only a robe , a local guard of the elders. He was looking at the floor.
" My lord there is a jedi here to see you he sa.....
He noticed the elder on the floor and immediatley screamed and ran for the eit only to be impaled by the youngbloods nagita.
The youngbloods mind was filled with thoughts but one was most prominent.
I will not be told how to run my life , i am not a young blood , i am not an elder , i am a bad blood.
Taylor Ahlgreen.
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Class story! Can't wait to see the suit that this BAD BLOOD wears! Mental!
