03-22-2018, 02:26 PM
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KILLUA
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Unlike some others, Killua didn't have a regular time growing up. Although, investigating the clan he realized that most creatures that lived in them didn't have a normal life. They had either gone through something tragic or that they simply didn't remember their parents. It was a cycle, which meant that everyone was pretty much tragic no matter where anyone went in the clans. They were almost all the same, at least some of the pro-clans were something that Killua could deal with more out of consideration that they had differing personality. The clans that were just prone to dealing with war and wanting death all had the exact same personaliteis to the point that Killua found them exhausting. Killua thought little of those that were considered to be murderers in the clan, because he knows for a fact that he himself could do a better job than they ever rcould. The clans didn't know how to assassinate and do it properly because they never taught htemselves how to. They mostly just prayed that their attacks hit instead of making sure that they were going to gauranty that they were going to hit. Either way, Killua had been tortured for a majority of his life. Once he tells someone about what his family is like and what they are capable of, most would usually say that he shouldn't consider them to be family due to the terrible things that they had physically and mentally tortured him. And yet, he could never bring himself to say that he didn't consider them to be family because that was the only thing they knew. They didn't know any better and it was something that all of his siblings ended up having to go through their entire life. The same as what it would be like a human going to school in order to know the world around them. Albeit the tasks had been incredibly annoying and painful. There was only one way Killua got the way he was today and it was by constant training. It started when he was just a kitten, and the first training that he was given was the poison training that every Zoldyck member went through. He went through several different stages of dealing with poison being in his system. After all, during fights with other assassin's they would most likely use some sort of poison to try and kill him, or even another being was trying to hunt him at the same time. He had to be prepared, and the training he went through prepared him for any sort of battle scenario. His brother never went easy on him, as his older brother was tasked with training him from the very beginning. Being the oldest sibling and one of the strongest out of the Zoldyck family meant that he wouldn't fail in his training. Killua was rarely allowed to rest on most days because he had to continue his poison training so it wouldn't go to waste. It started out with identify which foods were poisoned by taste and smell. Of course, eating poison and depending on what kind of poison it was could have terrible effects on the body. Killua specifically remembers the burning in his throat if he wasn't able to guess which food wasn't poisoned. The gagging that his body would react on its own, and of course the horrible feeling in his stomach the entire time that it was happening. The kitten didn't know what it was going to really consist of because he felt as if it would be easy for him to go through the training. Once the food training was done, he was strapped down in one of the dungeons they had in the castle that they lived in and injected with poison. Small does at first, and he remembered seeing as some of his flesh seemed to melt away in certain areas as the poison and venom injected into him corroded his skin. It felt horrible, but it was all for the better good right?
After injections came the bottles that were forced down his throat. The burning and pain he went through. When he was locked up to deal with the effects for poison, he obviously begged to be killed. The pain and darkness was too much for him to bear. Only a kitten. He didn't know what else to do, but he kept on reminding himself through his brothers brainwashing that everyone had to go through this. He would survive thanks to the way his body already was build and the antigens that flowed through his body. Killua usually doesn't enjoy eating food anymore unless its extremely sweet due to the scarring he had went through during his training. The taste buds that should be on his tongue had been burned off by the chemicals and poisons, and have yet to regenerate themselves. They probably would never regenerate themselves considering the extensive damage he went through. So, most of the food that he does happen to taste, just ends up tasting like nothing, as he isn't capable of tasting anything. Unless its incredibly sweet, hence why he constantly eats candy and other pastries all the time. So that he can actually taste something and enjoy eating like most animals are capable of doing when it comes to eating their favorite foods. With the powers that he has, he is more than capable of conjuring up whatever he wants, but there are points where he wonders, what's the point? He goes through periods where he doesn't eat due to the stress that he goes through. His adopted sister used to keep tabs on what he ate based on the breakdown he had after he dreamt about her death. Something that he would never forget. Amorette didn't treat him like a child though, she was just concerned, and to have someone that actually cared about him... actually felt nice. His adopted sister would cook him pastries whenever he practically wanted, and all he wanted in return was to see her happy. He hated seeing her cry, especially if it was his fault. After all the poisons he had been exposed to, he doesn't need to worry about getting sick from anything that was put into his body. Unless he didn't keep up to date on the new poisons that he bought from different places in order to inject him with the poisons. Something that he did in secret and as a security blanket so that he would know that he would be fine in a fight and not be taken off guard. Which he would probably have to do soon as his brother would probably try to create something that could knock him out for a good amount of time. On top of the poison training, he also had to deal with every form of torture that was possible of being used. Limbs breaking, waterboarding, drowning, water torture, you name and he's been through it. Not one of his greatest moments considering that all the scars that he had were all family related. He never really got any scars since he had been in battle, because the clan that he had been in before this, he never really had to fight anyone that was even remotely as strong as he was.
Killua had to admit that Roy did peak his interest even for a little bit. The other being a tiger was almost a little bit too much for him to handle, but the others kindness drew the other closer to him. It was rare to find those that would be willing to deal with Killua, but he hadn't revealed his entirely true personality to the Ascendants member just yet. After all, he wanted to get accepted into this place. Something that was quite easy to do when it came to most of the clans, as they all needed members no matter what they looked like. They had to somehow get fodder after all. Would Killua fight with this group? Maybe, but it wouldn't be in the means of defending them. It would be more in the means that he would do it out of boredom if he had nothing else to do. There was nothing that connected him with the clan at this moment, but maybe later one he would actually end up developing something. Oh well, only time would tell, time that he certainly didn't have. The assassin would flick his ear as the tiger spoke below him. He would definitely remain up in the tree for more protection reasons instead of going out and meeting the other. He was just glad that his air elementals were so useful to him. He had the calm look spread across his face still as he spoke, nodding to the others words. "Well, I've been around the clans for a bit. They get all pissy saying like 'ahhh you're on our land and I'll probably threaten you with some generic threat'" Killua scoffed, using almost a mocking tone as he spoke, trying to imitate one of the clanners that he did run into with the clans. It was boring because they acted the same way just because he was trespassing. He didn't need anything that they had. He didn't need to steal food when he could just conjure the stuff. Yet, every time the clans just took him to face value and didn't seem to understand how deadly his claws actually were. Sharper than that of what composed swords. Killua did not say that it was nice to meet Roy though. He didn't see a point in saying such things that were trivial, as he may never see this guy again. Killua had no idea how long he was staying after all. His attention went back to the tiger when the other began to describe what this place was called. Snowbound? Sounded awfully familiar to the clan that he actually ended up coming from. He could taste that bitter taste again in his mouth. What caught his attention was that this place was new. He could hide under the radar from his brother a lot better here than a populated area where his name could get carried around. He raised one of his stitched up paws and rubbed the side of his neck as he seemed to be thinking for a couple moments. Once he was done thinking he put his paw back down onto the branch. "Snowbound huh? I think I'll stay here for a bit then. Found any good places to explore yet?" Killua questioned the other. Despite him being somewhat mature for his age depending on the situation, he still did enjoy exploring places. Especially getting himself into trouble. "Are there any other groups around too? Places like these usually have groups near one another." Killua commented again before he waited for the other to respond.
After injections came the bottles that were forced down his throat. The burning and pain he went through. When he was locked up to deal with the effects for poison, he obviously begged to be killed. The pain and darkness was too much for him to bear. Only a kitten. He didn't know what else to do, but he kept on reminding himself through his brothers brainwashing that everyone had to go through this. He would survive thanks to the way his body already was build and the antigens that flowed through his body. Killua usually doesn't enjoy eating food anymore unless its extremely sweet due to the scarring he had went through during his training. The taste buds that should be on his tongue had been burned off by the chemicals and poisons, and have yet to regenerate themselves. They probably would never regenerate themselves considering the extensive damage he went through. So, most of the food that he does happen to taste, just ends up tasting like nothing, as he isn't capable of tasting anything. Unless its incredibly sweet, hence why he constantly eats candy and other pastries all the time. So that he can actually taste something and enjoy eating like most animals are capable of doing when it comes to eating their favorite foods. With the powers that he has, he is more than capable of conjuring up whatever he wants, but there are points where he wonders, what's the point? He goes through periods where he doesn't eat due to the stress that he goes through. His adopted sister used to keep tabs on what he ate based on the breakdown he had after he dreamt about her death. Something that he would never forget. Amorette didn't treat him like a child though, she was just concerned, and to have someone that actually cared about him... actually felt nice. His adopted sister would cook him pastries whenever he practically wanted, and all he wanted in return was to see her happy. He hated seeing her cry, especially if it was his fault. After all the poisons he had been exposed to, he doesn't need to worry about getting sick from anything that was put into his body. Unless he didn't keep up to date on the new poisons that he bought from different places in order to inject him with the poisons. Something that he did in secret and as a security blanket so that he would know that he would be fine in a fight and not be taken off guard. Which he would probably have to do soon as his brother would probably try to create something that could knock him out for a good amount of time. On top of the poison training, he also had to deal with every form of torture that was possible of being used. Limbs breaking, waterboarding, drowning, water torture, you name and he's been through it. Not one of his greatest moments considering that all the scars that he had were all family related. He never really got any scars since he had been in battle, because the clan that he had been in before this, he never really had to fight anyone that was even remotely as strong as he was.
Killua had to admit that Roy did peak his interest even for a little bit. The other being a tiger was almost a little bit too much for him to handle, but the others kindness drew the other closer to him. It was rare to find those that would be willing to deal with Killua, but he hadn't revealed his entirely true personality to the Ascendants member just yet. After all, he wanted to get accepted into this place. Something that was quite easy to do when it came to most of the clans, as they all needed members no matter what they looked like. They had to somehow get fodder after all. Would Killua fight with this group? Maybe, but it wouldn't be in the means of defending them. It would be more in the means that he would do it out of boredom if he had nothing else to do. There was nothing that connected him with the clan at this moment, but maybe later one he would actually end up developing something. Oh well, only time would tell, time that he certainly didn't have. The assassin would flick his ear as the tiger spoke below him. He would definitely remain up in the tree for more protection reasons instead of going out and meeting the other. He was just glad that his air elementals were so useful to him. He had the calm look spread across his face still as he spoke, nodding to the others words. "Well, I've been around the clans for a bit. They get all pissy saying like 'ahhh you're on our land and I'll probably threaten you with some generic threat'" Killua scoffed, using almost a mocking tone as he spoke, trying to imitate one of the clanners that he did run into with the clans. It was boring because they acted the same way just because he was trespassing. He didn't need anything that they had. He didn't need to steal food when he could just conjure the stuff. Yet, every time the clans just took him to face value and didn't seem to understand how deadly his claws actually were. Sharper than that of what composed swords. Killua did not say that it was nice to meet Roy though. He didn't see a point in saying such things that were trivial, as he may never see this guy again. Killua had no idea how long he was staying after all. His attention went back to the tiger when the other began to describe what this place was called. Snowbound? Sounded awfully familiar to the clan that he actually ended up coming from. He could taste that bitter taste again in his mouth. What caught his attention was that this place was new. He could hide under the radar from his brother a lot better here than a populated area where his name could get carried around. He raised one of his stitched up paws and rubbed the side of his neck as he seemed to be thinking for a couple moments. Once he was done thinking he put his paw back down onto the branch. "Snowbound huh? I think I'll stay here for a bit then. Found any good places to explore yet?" Killua questioned the other. Despite him being somewhat mature for his age depending on the situation, he still did enjoy exploring places. Especially getting himself into trouble. "Are there any other groups around too? Places like these usually have groups near one another." Killua commented again before he waited for the other to respond.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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