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KILLUA
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(HECK ITS PIERCE!! DUDE BLUE IS ALSO IN THE CLANS SO I'M NOT SURE WHAT PIERCE REMEMBERS XD OR IF KILLUA SHOULD REMEMBER HIM.)
He never had really understood the clans and the way that they worked. The only reason he had interacted with the clans in the first way was just because of the fact that he had a job to do there. The group had a very prominent leader that had been said to be leading the clan for a decently long time. So, doing what he had been doing since he was a kitten, he took on the job because it would be something to do. Better than dealing with his obsessive family that constantly had to watch his every move. Couldn't they just leave him alone for once instead of fussing over whether or not he was going to actually be the heir to the family name? He didn't care about the family name or anything of the short, he just wanted to have as much fun as possible. Whether that meant taking the lives of others if he felt like it. Killua didn't think it was going to be that much of an interesting job. He had gone to cities themselves to take out creatures that had paid the Zoldyck's for their services. So going to a place out in the middle of nowhere couldn't possibly be that hard right? The last thing he expected was to be around such a large group, and the way they constantly looked at him showed that they didn't trust him. Considering the way that he had been raised, he had no social skills when it came to interacting with others. He could go from being extremely mature to actually being fairly childish with the actions he constantly did. He even found some fun in pranking some of the clanners that he came across and seeing what their reactions would actually end up being. He quickly realized exactly how thick headed the clanners actually were and oblivious they were to their enemies.
Half of the time, he wondered if he should just leave and let nature takes its course considering that the clanners almost seemed to drop like flys ever single day. And it didn't seem like they were going to do anything about the threats they were going up against. They were soft-hearted because they refused to kill those that they came across. It was aggravating. Killing someone was that hard. Why should anyone feel anything about killing others in the first place? Not like it would matter in the end when they were all doomed to die in the first place. The goal was for him to kill the clan leader and nothing else. The clan leader going by the name of Tama during that time. He wasted no time in trying to gather as much information as possible about the other female. Who actually happened to be an albino serval like himself. He noticed that everyone seemd to be her friend, which could pose to be trouble if he ended up messing up the kill. But that couldn't happen right? Of course not. He had never failed a mission after all. Even against his brother. Something that he was quick to brag about to the rest of his family anyway. Either way, he was quick to gain the females trust, helping her with her clan and against the enemies that they were going against. It was almost hilarious because the clan they were going up against was considerably weak, and didn't know how to react to stealth tactics. Which was his primary way of attacking an opponent, and it wasn't due to his small size either. He was more than capable of using momentum to take down creatures. Having taken down dragons and several other species while he was just a kitten. His body having mutated, especially around well muscled areas to give him a bit more strength. He wasn't mechanically modified other than for his claws. During the time he had spent in his first clan, he actually started to feel something about certain animals that he interacted with. Certain instances confused him greatly. Why were some of them being nice to him? He was a complete stranger to them and was just a speck in the member count of the group he was in. There were a couple handful of creatures he could actually have a decent conversation with because they could take his sarcasm.
Several instances happened in that first clan that made him rethink about what he wanted to do with his life. He left that clan once he did fail his mission, and moved on to another batch of clans where it was made even more evident of what he wanted to be. He didn't want to be the weapon that his family had created him to be. The wildcat just wanted to live a normal life of protecting those that he cared about. But now he was left with nothing again and wasn't sure what to do with himself. The young male wasn't about to openly ask for help. He knew as soon he spoke of his origins they would probably shun him and try to kick them out. He just needed a base of operations so he could figure out what his next move would end up being. Especially if his older brother was tracking his movements. Which is more than likely since Killua had never been capable of sensing the others presence all that much. Right about now though, the albino serval couldn't feel more alone. He wanted Amorette. He wanted Gon. He wanted Circusclown. Hell, he even wanted to see the annoying Stark again. Just someone familiar. He was terrible with social interactions after all and knew that there was probably a chance he would mess it up. His brother had told him that all of this was going to happen because he wasn't following the family business. He was starting to believe the hurtful words that had been spoken to him. He could possibly just drown out his thoughts with his own powers and just fall asleep for several days on end, or he could do something else that was more productive. This was obviously a clan, a group that had nostalgia tacked onto it for sure. Was it bitter nostalgia though? He certainly didn't like the taste that he had in his mouth even with the lollipop that he was chewing on. Killua was tired of it all, he just wanted a chance to finally relax without having to constantly look over his shoulders for those that were hunting him. It wasn't just his brother that he had to look out for. His family was somewhat famous, depending on the area anyway. They were expert assassins and were highly regarded as always getting the job done. They were a threat and they all had bounties on their head. The albino serval didn't blend into the background and since the other group of clans knew about him it would just mean that if someone caught wind of his appearance it would just cause more issues for him. Like he didn't have enough already.
The assassin rolled the blueberry flavored lollipop in his mouth as he laid his head on his paws on the branch that he was on. His large ears on a constant swivel when he heard heavy pawsteps that were coming toward him. During his studies when he was just a kitten, he was somewhat able to identify what a creature was by the sound of their pawsteps. A pawstep that sounded like it was scratching up an area could be a dog, since they couldn't sheathe their claws. A pawstep that was more silent and had a dampening sound most likely belonged to feline origin. One that sounded somewhat large and heavy and had a decently long stride? He knew what that sound ended up belonging to. He had grown up with one after all. Killua's breath did hitch when he heard the pawsteps. There would be no scent attached to his brother, and the other would only be making noise if he WANTED him to hear him. The tensing of his body caused his jaw to clench, and the loud crunch of the candy could be heard from the tree. Killua barely noticed. His sapphire blue eyes immediately seemed to darken a couple of shades as he stopped his breathing. He could feel the pain in his chest. The phantom pain of the formerly broken leg and broken ribs. The feeling of having his dislocated jaw. He almost couldn't take the memories. They were still too fresh. The massive pink scars that covered his body were still too fresh. There would only be a split second of fear in Killua's eyes at the first sighting of the black tiger that was there. No fear scent came off of him, and in fact, no scent could be smelled either thanks to his air elementals that kept his scent from escaping. The albino wildcat calmed himself once he saw the white markings on the other's body, and realized that he didn't have any wings either. Panic attack other, a neutral look spread across the others face. He exhaled the breath that he had been holding and slowed his breathing for a couple of seconds. It didn't take long for Killua to hide his emotions entirely. What certainly caught him by surprise was the kindness that came off of the other. He shifted his stitched paws so that they were slightly hidden underneath his body as if to hide them. Killua would raise a nonexistent eyebrow at the other's kindness. He was usually met with aggression when it came to dealing with the clans. This was certainly a turn of events. Killua cleared his throats considering that he hadn't talked to anyone in a decently long time. Other than the surgeon. "W,ell this was certainly something I didn't expect." Killua would state in a low huff before he actually stating his opinion more. "I'm used to having others try to chew my throat out because they're senseless idiots. You don't seem to be concerned about me all that much". The tone that the male used to was mostly monotone as if he was stating facts. Killua seemed to pause for a couple moments as he looked the tiger up and done, noting that the other had almost what seemed like bone markings. Was that paint? Didn't matter. A tiger was still a tiger no matter what. He knew how to fight against a tiger, if he wanted to kill the other he could definitely attempt to do so. There he went again. That damned bad habit again. He needed to stop analyzing everyone that he came across. "Name's Killua. Was actually waiting to see if anyone even lived in this place, not much bother. Keeping me from being bored as all hell. What is this place?" Killua asked casually before he finally swallowed the hard candy that had been sitting in his mouth. He took out the lollipop stick and conjured it away. A power that he didn't mind showing others considering most had it in the first place. There was a slight Japanese accent however when he spoke.
He never had really understood the clans and the way that they worked. The only reason he had interacted with the clans in the first way was just because of the fact that he had a job to do there. The group had a very prominent leader that had been said to be leading the clan for a decently long time. So, doing what he had been doing since he was a kitten, he took on the job because it would be something to do. Better than dealing with his obsessive family that constantly had to watch his every move. Couldn't they just leave him alone for once instead of fussing over whether or not he was going to actually be the heir to the family name? He didn't care about the family name or anything of the short, he just wanted to have as much fun as possible. Whether that meant taking the lives of others if he felt like it. Killua didn't think it was going to be that much of an interesting job. He had gone to cities themselves to take out creatures that had paid the Zoldyck's for their services. So going to a place out in the middle of nowhere couldn't possibly be that hard right? The last thing he expected was to be around such a large group, and the way they constantly looked at him showed that they didn't trust him. Considering the way that he had been raised, he had no social skills when it came to interacting with others. He could go from being extremely mature to actually being fairly childish with the actions he constantly did. He even found some fun in pranking some of the clanners that he came across and seeing what their reactions would actually end up being. He quickly realized exactly how thick headed the clanners actually were and oblivious they were to their enemies.
Half of the time, he wondered if he should just leave and let nature takes its course considering that the clanners almost seemed to drop like flys ever single day. And it didn't seem like they were going to do anything about the threats they were going up against. They were soft-hearted because they refused to kill those that they came across. It was aggravating. Killing someone was that hard. Why should anyone feel anything about killing others in the first place? Not like it would matter in the end when they were all doomed to die in the first place. The goal was for him to kill the clan leader and nothing else. The clan leader going by the name of Tama during that time. He wasted no time in trying to gather as much information as possible about the other female. Who actually happened to be an albino serval like himself. He noticed that everyone seemd to be her friend, which could pose to be trouble if he ended up messing up the kill. But that couldn't happen right? Of course not. He had never failed a mission after all. Even against his brother. Something that he was quick to brag about to the rest of his family anyway. Either way, he was quick to gain the females trust, helping her with her clan and against the enemies that they were going against. It was almost hilarious because the clan they were going up against was considerably weak, and didn't know how to react to stealth tactics. Which was his primary way of attacking an opponent, and it wasn't due to his small size either. He was more than capable of using momentum to take down creatures. Having taken down dragons and several other species while he was just a kitten. His body having mutated, especially around well muscled areas to give him a bit more strength. He wasn't mechanically modified other than for his claws. During the time he had spent in his first clan, he actually started to feel something about certain animals that he interacted with. Certain instances confused him greatly. Why were some of them being nice to him? He was a complete stranger to them and was just a speck in the member count of the group he was in. There were a couple handful of creatures he could actually have a decent conversation with because they could take his sarcasm.
Several instances happened in that first clan that made him rethink about what he wanted to do with his life. He left that clan once he did fail his mission, and moved on to another batch of clans where it was made even more evident of what he wanted to be. He didn't want to be the weapon that his family had created him to be. The wildcat just wanted to live a normal life of protecting those that he cared about. But now he was left with nothing again and wasn't sure what to do with himself. The young male wasn't about to openly ask for help. He knew as soon he spoke of his origins they would probably shun him and try to kick them out. He just needed a base of operations so he could figure out what his next move would end up being. Especially if his older brother was tracking his movements. Which is more than likely since Killua had never been capable of sensing the others presence all that much. Right about now though, the albino serval couldn't feel more alone. He wanted Amorette. He wanted Gon. He wanted Circusclown. Hell, he even wanted to see the annoying Stark again. Just someone familiar. He was terrible with social interactions after all and knew that there was probably a chance he would mess it up. His brother had told him that all of this was going to happen because he wasn't following the family business. He was starting to believe the hurtful words that had been spoken to him. He could possibly just drown out his thoughts with his own powers and just fall asleep for several days on end, or he could do something else that was more productive. This was obviously a clan, a group that had nostalgia tacked onto it for sure. Was it bitter nostalgia though? He certainly didn't like the taste that he had in his mouth even with the lollipop that he was chewing on. Killua was tired of it all, he just wanted a chance to finally relax without having to constantly look over his shoulders for those that were hunting him. It wasn't just his brother that he had to look out for. His family was somewhat famous, depending on the area anyway. They were expert assassins and were highly regarded as always getting the job done. They were a threat and they all had bounties on their head. The albino serval didn't blend into the background and since the other group of clans knew about him it would just mean that if someone caught wind of his appearance it would just cause more issues for him. Like he didn't have enough already.
The assassin rolled the blueberry flavored lollipop in his mouth as he laid his head on his paws on the branch that he was on. His large ears on a constant swivel when he heard heavy pawsteps that were coming toward him. During his studies when he was just a kitten, he was somewhat able to identify what a creature was by the sound of their pawsteps. A pawstep that sounded like it was scratching up an area could be a dog, since they couldn't sheathe their claws. A pawstep that was more silent and had a dampening sound most likely belonged to feline origin. One that sounded somewhat large and heavy and had a decently long stride? He knew what that sound ended up belonging to. He had grown up with one after all. Killua's breath did hitch when he heard the pawsteps. There would be no scent attached to his brother, and the other would only be making noise if he WANTED him to hear him. The tensing of his body caused his jaw to clench, and the loud crunch of the candy could be heard from the tree. Killua barely noticed. His sapphire blue eyes immediately seemed to darken a couple of shades as he stopped his breathing. He could feel the pain in his chest. The phantom pain of the formerly broken leg and broken ribs. The feeling of having his dislocated jaw. He almost couldn't take the memories. They were still too fresh. The massive pink scars that covered his body were still too fresh. There would only be a split second of fear in Killua's eyes at the first sighting of the black tiger that was there. No fear scent came off of him, and in fact, no scent could be smelled either thanks to his air elementals that kept his scent from escaping. The albino wildcat calmed himself once he saw the white markings on the other's body, and realized that he didn't have any wings either. Panic attack other, a neutral look spread across the others face. He exhaled the breath that he had been holding and slowed his breathing for a couple of seconds. It didn't take long for Killua to hide his emotions entirely. What certainly caught him by surprise was the kindness that came off of the other. He shifted his stitched paws so that they were slightly hidden underneath his body as if to hide them. Killua would raise a nonexistent eyebrow at the other's kindness. He was usually met with aggression when it came to dealing with the clans. This was certainly a turn of events. Killua cleared his throats considering that he hadn't talked to anyone in a decently long time. Other than the surgeon. "W,ell this was certainly something I didn't expect." Killua would state in a low huff before he actually stating his opinion more. "I'm used to having others try to chew my throat out because they're senseless idiots. You don't seem to be concerned about me all that much". The tone that the male used to was mostly monotone as if he was stating facts. Killua seemed to pause for a couple moments as he looked the tiger up and done, noting that the other had almost what seemed like bone markings. Was that paint? Didn't matter. A tiger was still a tiger no matter what. He knew how to fight against a tiger, if he wanted to kill the other he could definitely attempt to do so. There he went again. That damned bad habit again. He needed to stop analyzing everyone that he came across. "Name's Killua. Was actually waiting to see if anyone even lived in this place, not much bother. Keeping me from being bored as all hell. What is this place?" Killua asked casually before he finally swallowed the hard candy that had been sitting in his mouth. He took out the lollipop stick and conjured it away. A power that he didn't mind showing others considering most had it in the first place. There was a slight Japanese accent however when he spoke.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO