open, joiner [★] wednesday my empty arms were open

[Tena M.]

★— HELL'S NOT WHERE WE'RE GOING, HELL IS WHERE WE'VE BEEN

Well, she was absolutely and completely lost.  Not a surprising predicament.  Honestly, the surprising part was the fact it had not happened sooner - not that it had not happened before of course.  The only truly disappointing part of it all was the fact Tena had gotten lost, and her older brother was nowhere in sight.  They had gotten split up.  Again.  The petite sand cat had been hoping that even when all else fails, the two of them would stay side by side.

They had found each other once, she was rather sure they could do it again.  Until then, she could not just continue to wander.  Her paws were going to fall off at this rate.  She knew better than to curl up in the snow however, her jaws parting in a small yawn.  The scent here had changed.  Taking that as a warning, she came to a stop, her sky blue eyes darting around.

Pretty place, she supposed, resting her tail over her paws.  Wonder who lives here.  While the cold did not bother her too much, she knew how to handle the cold of desert nights, she was not sure how much appeal staying in the cold was.  Well right now isn't too bad... Bet it's a nightmare in the winter. The demdji felt her lips quirk up at the thought of the true challenge of the cold; whoever lived here had guts and dexterity, that was for sure.

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[Ivylee]

Ivylee wasn't sure if she was even supposed to be out here all alone, but hey, the kid was bored and had far too much energy to keep herself contained in camp. The tiny fluffy puppy pranced around in the snow, giggling as she kicked the white flurries up with her paws. She was easily entertained by the wintery atmosphere all around her, and seemed to be having a blast just rolling around in it by herself. Her play soon came to an end though when her curiosity got the best of her after noticing a sand cat wandering around the territory. She didn't recognize the feline, so Ivy being Ivy, just had to go greet her. "Hiiiii!" The samoyed, whom was covered from head to paw in snow, yipped, tongue lolling as she raced up to the stranger, tilting her head. "Who're you? I'm Ivylee!"

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  Cry was even worse condition ever since poor London was attacked, but that would never keep her down. The bird was brave and hearty. She would have to have her own legs chopped off before she would stop looking over this place. It might be her prison, but it was still full of innocent and gentle minds that made no error to invoke her rage. After London was assaulted, she decided she would bind her time to protecting the children of this village before her wing healed. ... If it healed at this point. She was not sure. The raven's new set of wounds were wrapped alongside the freshly torn open elders. It hurt like hell. Throbbing consumed her body. Yet, she refused to rest.

  The raven hopped after Ivy, tilting her head. She's never met this one, but she still ran away on her own. Cry could tell she was young and, not wanting a repeat of London, she followed after. She was silent. There was no reason to speak. She just followed after. She did not even eye the one at the border. Border? Pf. Those were not real. A real border is a physical barrier that someone cannot cross like a fence. This was a sad excuse of a border.

"SPEECH"
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[| KILLUA ZOLDYCK |]

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Killua's species wasn't made technically for the cold. When he was training to be an assassin as a kit, he had been forced to read different sort of textboks that explained the different species that existed in the world that they lived in. It was probably one of the most boring portions of his training but he had to do it and did it without really questioning it. Which how he came across what his own species was, that of a serval. They were known as being the most successful hunter out of all of the wildcats, and it was partially due to the fact that their massive ears made it extremely easy to hear something that was moving around. Even if it was underground they would be able to hear even a mouse that was scuttling around if they concentrated hard enough. Most of his species didn't even remotely look like him. There was someone that lived in Snowbound that he actually knew from the first clan that he ended up joinng. They were never on the best of terms, but the other was a serval just like him. But instead of being albino, the other had the golden coat and the black spots that covered his body. Killua never looked down on himself just because of the fact that he was albino. That simply wouldn't make any sense as he didn't exactly have any control of his genetics. If he really wanted to he could just end up dying his fur, but he wasn't exactly about that. Either way, he was able to learn quite quickly that his species wasn't meant for the cold, and instead were made for a savannah based environment. Tall grass that their pelt could help them hide in. Dry areas. Not something like Snowbound which one would think wouldn't be able to have any kind of serval in it. However, over the months that he had been alive, Killua had been through many different enviornments that made his fur grow in different lengths. Spending most of his time in cold environments recently meant that his fur was able to grow longer than it should have been. The assassin didn't have to worry about cold environments anyway out of consideration that he could change the temperature around him if he ever got that cold in the first place. Killua did have to be careful with some of his powers to make sure it didn't make him even colder than he already was as his powers sometimes worked on his emotions as well. Either way, the albino serval was almost perfectly at home in cold environments. Unless it was a freezing blizzard than he would most likely have difficulty in that regard. After the incident with London, Killua had been somewhat on high alert. No not really to protect others, because there was a possible chance that he would come across someone else that wanted to fight. He was technically a child, not even old enough to be considered that of a warrior, and yet he was more than willing to kill those that pissed him off.

Thanks to the sudden high security, the young male had made sure to put himself near borders. Hearing a voice he recognized and then one that he didn't, Killua began to make his way over toward where the sound was coming from. The albino serval constantly had his air elementals on which made it practically impossible to hear him moving as the elemental powers kept his pawsteps muffled, and then he used it so that he gave off no sort of scent, manipulating all of the air around his body. Keeping to the high ground like he almost always did, Killua would leap from branch to branch in the trees until he arrived on the scene. Noticing the puppy had already come into contact with the wildcat that was on the border. A sand cat? He hadn't seen one of those before. They were fairly small, although a bit bigger than that of a domestic cat. Serval's easily dwarfed them in size, but this one was a bit older than he was. Not like it mattered. The assassin laid himself down on the branch, his pelt blending in perfectly with the snow-covered branch. Raising one of his paws, he conjured a lollipop that he was quick to stick into his mouth. The scent of candy soon starting to filter through the area. His sapphire blue eyes did turn to look at the raven though that had joined in the fight to try and protect London. "Shouldn't you be resting?" The assassin stated calmly toward Cry, although his tone was fairly monotone. The could answer but she probably wouldn't anyway. After all, she had never answered his question about whatever the hell she wrote in the snow that day. He flicked one of his ears as he turned to look at the unknown female at the border. "I would have assumed you'd be shivering from the cold by now." Killua said in a bored tone as he stared at the other, his long metal claws sinking into the branch to make sure he didn't end up falling off back into the snow.

snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons

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GENERAL:
★ KILLUA | KILL (BY FAMILY ONLY) | MALE
★ Bisexual
★ 8 moons | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ N/A |  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: none
- minor injuries: none

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