03-24-2018, 10:19 PM
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KILLUA
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(Note! Killua uses his air elementals so that he doesn't smell like anything, therefore no one will be able to know he's from Snowbound. The last paragraph is all that matters! He's currently up in a tree eating chocolates, character can easily smell the sweets!)
Part of him was glad that after all the training he went through when he was a kitten, he was still able to enjoy exploring territories here and there depending on where they were at. Despite being an assassin, having seen every possible gruesome scene in his entire life, he never liked having his fur incredibly dirty. The wildcat constantly made sure that his fur was up to par, he wasn't exactly sure why, as some would probably consider him to be a slight germaphobe in that regard. Always after a kill he had done, the wildcat would be quick to wash off his paws. Maybe because his family had taught him to clean up extensively after himself once he did assassinate someone, that it just ended up sticking with him. This made it fairly hard to track him down by any means, unless he was purposefully leaving tracks behind so that someone would follow him but he hasn't had to do that in a very long time. Either way, there had been one territory that he was extremely interested in, back in a group of clans that he used to live in. The lived in an abandoned city, something that Killua had been through several times, but this was a massive city. He was in close relations with the group despite not actually being one of them as he had visited them several times when there was nothing going on in the clan that was currently residing in. It just made sense, as when he got too bored, it would just end up meaning that someone fell victim to his paws. He didn't really want to be a killer anymore, but there were instances that his training would just end up kicking in here and there. The albino serval didn't really lose fights those and didn't want to fight when he didn't feel like it. He was entirely situational considering that his temper could flare up in a matter of seconds depended on what someone actually ended up saying to him. Anyway, he enjoyed exploring the city that the clan had moved to. Looking through the abandoned cars to see if there was anything interesting. Or going through the buildings and seeing if he was capable of leaping from one building to the next. Now that was exciting and entertaining. Dangerous yes, but he usually didn't take danger into consideration as it helped him feel excited every once in a while. Adrenaline junky? Not really, in some instances, he could be considered somewhat lazy. All that he secretly asked for was that he didn't end up joining a place that decided that they were going to live a castle. If that happened, he would make sure that he would stay as far away from the castle as possible. The reason being that he had grown up in a castle, a castle that had turned out to practically be his prison in the process. The wildcat didn't want to be near anything like that again.
Considering that Killua didn't enjoy getting himself dirty all the time, the assassin wasn't exactly fond of whatever the hell he was walking through. The young male was only slightly grossed out when his foot would occasionally sink through the mud in certain places. From the most part, he used his agility and light body weight to leap from the roots of the magrove trees that seemed to expand across this territory. He had simply asked for direction for the nearest group that was around here, and he just wanted to figure out what this group was like compared to the group that he was staying with at the moment. There were plenty of places to explore, and he could just use his teleporation to teleport onto dry patches of land that were available in the marsh. But what if someone came across his teleporting? He couoldn't exactly have that happen because it would mean that they would know one of his trump cards if he ever had to fight any of these animals before. The wildcat was one to keep all of his powers secret except for his conjuration, and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn't trust any of the groups that were around here as long as he knew that his brother was still somewhere out there watching him. He had managed to run away, but he wasn't sure exactly how long he could keep himself under the radar of his family. The newly fresh scars that covered his entire body weren't from fights that he had gotten with other animals that were in the area. Instead, the scars that he did have were entirely given to him by his family and no one else. He never got a scar in a fight with clanners that he had gotten into with. Did his scars make him look weak? Maybe, but he didn't care. Considering the size of the scars, it was obviously made by a much larger animal, as his brother was a massive tiger after all. Using his long metal claws, the assassin kept himself somewhat balanced on the mangrove roots. "This better be damn worth it." Killua would mutter under his breath as he was well away from the border. He also hated that there was a possibility that his pure white pelt could get stained and he would have constantly wash himself so that he could get the stain out. Now that's just annoying. Finally, he found a patch of dirt that wasn't going to let him sink through, and he was able to orientate himself a little bit as he looked around. The smell of the place didn't really bother him at all. The worst smell he had ever experienced was probably the smell of thousands of rotting corpses that had been set ablaze and let maggots ravage their bodies. Now that was a strong scent no one would eventually forget. Either way, the albino serval finally made his way to what smelled like the border. Somewhat hard to tell considering. The young male would look up toward one of the trees that hung above him, and crouch his body, he would leap into the air grappling onto the lowest branch. His weight pulled on his newly installed metal claws, causing him to quickly pull himself up onto the branch. It wouldn't exactly be hard to see him since he wasn't bothering to hide his appearance. Pure white against green. It obviously didn't snow here all that often. A huff escaped his jaws as he raised one of his paws and conjured up a small rectangular box of chocolates. Which he was quick to rip open with his claws, tossing a couple pieces of chocolate into his mouth. The apprentice would now just have to wait, but the smell of chocolate alone would probably be enough to gather someone's attention. He honestly was just bored and wanted to talk, learn a little bit about them and such. If they wanted to get pissing about him being around asking questions that was up to them. Killua hummed softly to himself as he ate his chocolates.
Part of him was glad that after all the training he went through when he was a kitten, he was still able to enjoy exploring territories here and there depending on where they were at. Despite being an assassin, having seen every possible gruesome scene in his entire life, he never liked having his fur incredibly dirty. The wildcat constantly made sure that his fur was up to par, he wasn't exactly sure why, as some would probably consider him to be a slight germaphobe in that regard. Always after a kill he had done, the wildcat would be quick to wash off his paws. Maybe because his family had taught him to clean up extensively after himself once he did assassinate someone, that it just ended up sticking with him. This made it fairly hard to track him down by any means, unless he was purposefully leaving tracks behind so that someone would follow him but he hasn't had to do that in a very long time. Either way, there had been one territory that he was extremely interested in, back in a group of clans that he used to live in. The lived in an abandoned city, something that Killua had been through several times, but this was a massive city. He was in close relations with the group despite not actually being one of them as he had visited them several times when there was nothing going on in the clan that was currently residing in. It just made sense, as when he got too bored, it would just end up meaning that someone fell victim to his paws. He didn't really want to be a killer anymore, but there were instances that his training would just end up kicking in here and there. The albino serval didn't really lose fights those and didn't want to fight when he didn't feel like it. He was entirely situational considering that his temper could flare up in a matter of seconds depended on what someone actually ended up saying to him. Anyway, he enjoyed exploring the city that the clan had moved to. Looking through the abandoned cars to see if there was anything interesting. Or going through the buildings and seeing if he was capable of leaping from one building to the next. Now that was exciting and entertaining. Dangerous yes, but he usually didn't take danger into consideration as it helped him feel excited every once in a while. Adrenaline junky? Not really, in some instances, he could be considered somewhat lazy. All that he secretly asked for was that he didn't end up joining a place that decided that they were going to live a castle. If that happened, he would make sure that he would stay as far away from the castle as possible. The reason being that he had grown up in a castle, a castle that had turned out to practically be his prison in the process. The wildcat didn't want to be near anything like that again.
Considering that Killua didn't enjoy getting himself dirty all the time, the assassin wasn't exactly fond of whatever the hell he was walking through. The young male was only slightly grossed out when his foot would occasionally sink through the mud in certain places. From the most part, he used his agility and light body weight to leap from the roots of the magrove trees that seemed to expand across this territory. He had simply asked for direction for the nearest group that was around here, and he just wanted to figure out what this group was like compared to the group that he was staying with at the moment. There were plenty of places to explore, and he could just use his teleporation to teleport onto dry patches of land that were available in the marsh. But what if someone came across his teleporting? He couoldn't exactly have that happen because it would mean that they would know one of his trump cards if he ever had to fight any of these animals before. The wildcat was one to keep all of his powers secret except for his conjuration, and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn't trust any of the groups that were around here as long as he knew that his brother was still somewhere out there watching him. He had managed to run away, but he wasn't sure exactly how long he could keep himself under the radar of his family. The newly fresh scars that covered his entire body weren't from fights that he had gotten with other animals that were in the area. Instead, the scars that he did have were entirely given to him by his family and no one else. He never got a scar in a fight with clanners that he had gotten into with. Did his scars make him look weak? Maybe, but he didn't care. Considering the size of the scars, it was obviously made by a much larger animal, as his brother was a massive tiger after all. Using his long metal claws, the assassin kept himself somewhat balanced on the mangrove roots. "This better be damn worth it." Killua would mutter under his breath as he was well away from the border. He also hated that there was a possibility that his pure white pelt could get stained and he would have constantly wash himself so that he could get the stain out. Now that's just annoying. Finally, he found a patch of dirt that wasn't going to let him sink through, and he was able to orientate himself a little bit as he looked around. The smell of the place didn't really bother him at all. The worst smell he had ever experienced was probably the smell of thousands of rotting corpses that had been set ablaze and let maggots ravage their bodies. Now that was a strong scent no one would eventually forget. Either way, the albino serval finally made his way to what smelled like the border. Somewhat hard to tell considering. The young male would look up toward one of the trees that hung above him, and crouch his body, he would leap into the air grappling onto the lowest branch. His weight pulled on his newly installed metal claws, causing him to quickly pull himself up onto the branch. It wouldn't exactly be hard to see him since he wasn't bothering to hide his appearance. Pure white against green. It obviously didn't snow here all that often. A huff escaped his jaws as he raised one of his paws and conjured up a small rectangular box of chocolates. Which he was quick to rip open with his claws, tossing a couple pieces of chocolate into his mouth. The apprentice would now just have to wait, but the smell of chocolate alone would probably be enough to gather someone's attention. He honestly was just bored and wanted to talk, learn a little bit about them and such. If they wanted to get pissing about him being around asking questions that was up to them. Killua hummed softly to himself as he ate his chocolates.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO
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