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[Character Graveyard.]

COLD NOSTALGIA

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This was going to take her all day and night.

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[→AUGUST←]

August had been wandering the territory all day, absent from a lot of the going-ons in their camp; recently he'd been a bit distant. When he saw the wolf in the distance, moving things out of the cabin, he was a bit confused. Why was she messing with it? It was pretty useless in the deer's opinion. But still, he walked over to the cabin; he hadn't been doing anything important, and if he could help, maybe he could also make friends with her. The deer ducked his head as he walked into the cabin, moving to scoop up something small in his antlers.

"Do you want this all out? What is it for?"

"SPEECH"

[| KILLUA ZOLDYCK |]

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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

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A small whistle could be heard outside of the cabin as Killua stood outside of it. He had been pretty sure he had explored every bit of the territory, and felt like he should know if there was a human structure in a place like this. He had lived in buildings himself, although he would much prefer living outside in a forest rather than inside of a building. He didn't trust the structural integrity like most creatures would end up doing, so it was basically personal preference on what he wanted to do in the end of all of it. The healing Snowstriker looked across the cabin to see that it wasn't really big. As usual, he was analyzing everything that was presented in front of him, but the main reason he was here was because of the factor that he had gotten a strange scent that he didn't know who it belonged to. Of course, the scent was obviously mixed with Snowbound, so they were a member. But other than that he had no idea who they were and what they were doing this far out on the edge of the territory. The wildcat opened up his jaw as he conjured up a lollipop, letting it fall into his maw before making his way toward the front of the cabin to where he could hear a familiar voice. August. He thought the deer was pretty cool in the regard that he was literally a walking corpse. The young assassin wasn't at all deterred by the other's looks and who he was in that regard, and he came to stand next to August as he looked inside of the cabin. Killua had no intention of helping the resident inside with their stuff, as he had better things to do. Right now the Snowstriker just wanted to get information that he could use. He swirled the lollipop in his mouth as his gaze turned to look at August who was offering his help. "Yo August. Feel anything yet?" Killua would ask as he would poke the zombie deer's leg with one of his paws. The other had said the last time that they had talked that he had felt numb. Which Killua had thought was pretty strange, but the other was dead so there was no telling how the other would end up feeling. He wondered if the deer would end up craving actual flesh eventually. That would be funny to watch. The bandaged male turned his eye to look at the wolf that was inside of the cabin though, not taking a step inside of it just yet because he thought that would be rude and probably start a fight. It was a female wolf from the looks of it. The first wolf to actual live in Snowbound as far as he knew right now. It was a big deal to Killua, because the only wolf he remotely interacted with was Argus, and she lived in the Typhoon. A place that he could easily hate if he really wanted to. The albino serval flicked one of his large white ears as he hummed to himself because asking her a question. "What's your name?" The apprentice would ask as he feigned a curious tone. He just wanted information, and to see if the wolf was at all that interesting in his eyes. He wasn't someone that was going to care about a stranger right off the bat. But if trouble hit, he wasn't the type just to let someone die either.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons

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GENERAL:
★ KILLUA | KILL (BY FAMILY ONLY) | MALE
★ Bisexual (leans toward male)
★ 8 moons | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Snowstriker |  Former Deputy & Former Head Combatant (FF) | Professional Assassin

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Killua constantly remains stealthy. He uses his air elemental to cushion every step that he takes, making his pawsteps barely audible.
★ Killua also uses his Air Elementals to block out his scent from everyone around him. Which means its impossible to find him by scent, as he doesn't like to be associated with any clans despite his ranks he may have.
★ He has a very bad addiction to candy and doesn't share it with anyone no matter who they are.
★ Killua will not respect your character right off the bat. Unless they express how strong they are, or if they are interesting in his opinion, then there is a chance that he might show respect. Meaning that he will show no respect for ranks.
★ Killua has no morals. Meaning that seeing death doesn't affect him, and if someone dies, he just considers the one that did to be too weak and deserved death.
★ He is not afraid to kill your character, as he believes himself to be stronger than everyone else he comes across due to his training and how he knows the clans after living in them for several months.
★ HE WILL NOT TRUST YOUR CHARACTER. Not right off the bat anyway. Which means he won't give any personal information to them unless he deems them to be interesting.
★ Killua is immune to all deadly chemicals/poisons and is also immune to electrical attacks. However, just because he is immune, he still feels the pain from it all, he can just bare the pain. This means that he will get somewhat pissed if poisons are attempted to be used on him or if someone tries to electrocute him.

RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
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PHYSICAL:
★ ALBINO SERVAL W/ METAL CLAWS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
— 30 lbs and the size of a full grown domestic cat, Killua belongs to the wildcat species of the serval. Meaning that his body structure consists of his long legs and his large ears that are perched on the top of his head. The most noticeable feature of him though is that his fur, instead of the usual tan and black, is stark white. Unlike most albino servals though, Killua doesn't show the usual spots of an albino serval, his fur being completely white. He has a lean build, meaning that he is built more for speed, yet there will be strengths behind his attacks. He has numerous scars all over his body, but sadly they can't be seen thanks to being hidden underneath his slightly unusually long fur. Compared to a serval's anyway. His eyes express a vibrant electric blue/sapphire hue color to them. Looking at his claws though, the front claws in his front paws are made entirely metal, over inches long meaning that they have a lot of piercing capability. These claws are made out of a light, durable metal that is sharper than even that of swords. So that the claws are capable of slicing through tough hide if need be. The claws on his back legs though are completely normal claws. Due to his front claws being so long though, it means that they can't be fully sheathed, so the tips of the claws always stick out no matter what. This means that if he is to ever spar with someone, there is a likelihood that character will end up getting scratched. Killua can often be seen eating some form of candy when he is talking to someone, except in serious situations.
- major injuries: severe injury on right arm (causes him to limp slightly)
- minor injuries: bandages around his throat

PERSONALITY:
Everyone wants to keep Killua on his good side. No one wants him on his bad side because if they do it usually results in their death sometime later. Killua has no problem with killing those that mock him, on the consideration that he doesn't like to be considered weak, and having grown up only being taught how to kill, he has no other morals when it comes to dealing with social situations. Killua is extremely terrible when it comes to social gatherings, actually making quite difficult for him to interact with others without completely pissing them off. This serval doesn't show respect toward those that he doesn't know, and those that he doesn't consider to be capable of doing their job. He believes that most adults that he has come across are idiots compared to him, as despite his young age, he believes that he has a lot more experience than adults could ever have. Right now though, he is trying his best to figure out what he wants with his life after running away from his family and dealing with a clan previous to coming here, hearing a rumor that there were strong creatures here that could be a possible challenge. He has a huge ego as he thinks that he can take anyone on with relative ease. That he can take on anyone no matter what size they are. The assassin doesn't like to follow the rules either, practically a loose canon as he just does whatever the hell he wants to despite the consequences. He can often be seen mocking others, or even teasing if he is in a lighter mood. Killua so far is rarely seen being serious, as he mostly talks with a lot of sarcasm in his voice.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | 1/2 nothing
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor

POWERS:
★ Electricity Elementals (Discovered/Almost mastered)
★ Air Elementals (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Conjuration (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Telepathy (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Invisibility (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Teleportation (Discovered/Mastered)
★ Shape shifting (Discovered/Mastered)

INTERACTION:
★ Message this account to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend if the character isn't the same strength/age as him
★ Physically extreme | Mentally medium | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in bold paleturquoise
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. ALL OPINIONS ARE IC

[Character Graveyard.]

COLD NOSTALGIA

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The former-assassin would then glance at Killua as he spoke, her gaze lingering on the lollipop, which she frowned at. Sweets were the female's least favorite type of food- they weren't very healthy and if you ate too many, your teeth could possibly fall out, but she wouldn't bother the apprentice about it. "Blackwidow or Natasha, I don't care which one you call me by."

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[PIERCE]

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☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend

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"That’s a pretty name," commented Pierce as he approached, a gentle smile gracing freckled features. That name certainly suited this girl, and though Pierce didn’t think he’d ever seen her around before, she seemed pretty nice. Of course, he couldn’t know that for sure, but he tended to look for the best in people, even when it wasn’t really there. He came up beside Killua, quickly glancing at the younger serval and offering him a small, somewhat tight-lipped smile - he still couldn’t quite decide what it was, but something about the boy rubbed him the wrong way - before refocusing on his unfamiliar clanmate.  "I’m Pierce- it’s nice to meet you, Miss Natasha! Do you, ah, want any help with that?" the slender feline offered with a small tilt of his head. He’d found it easiest not to obsess over his concerns for his family if he just pretended everything was how it was before he came here, and so far, it seemed to be working. At least, until he returned to his home to find Riddler and Clementine’s beds empty, and reminded that his dear friend wasn’t just down the way, but that was an issue for later. He was acting normal right now, and he intended on staying that way.

"speech"

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[→AUGUST←]

August turned to throw the object out the door, watching as it broke into a few pieces. Oops. "I'm sure it will be nice here. Once we clean it up, of course. I'm August." He'd swing his head around to stare at Killua when he spoke, watching as he poked his leg. "No, nothing yet." The deer moved forward to continue moving things out of the cabin, ears swivelled back to face the others to show he was listening.

"I am in agreement with Pierce. It is indeed nice to meet you, Natasha."

"SPEECH"