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KILLUA
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Death never really was a huge issue for Killua to deal with when he was growing up. He was quickly introduced by his parents what the world was and what they did for a living. It seemed logical to him at the time just to accept it as they were his family after all. There was no need to question them when he was just a kitten and didn't know any better. Killua wasn't sure how he was going to react when it came to making his first kill because it was bound to happen. Before that could happen he had to go through the training that the rest of his family had gone through at the same time. Which was sometimes interesting, while other times it was extremely boring for him. Not only was Killua tortured physically, he also had simple tasks such as memorizing the anatomy of certian animals. Constantly reading textbook after textbook and looking at diagrams of where all the important organs and arteries were inside of the body of the larger animals. Memorizing didn't take him all that long considering that most organs in regular animals were usually found in similar places. As long as they weren't aquatic then he wouldn't have to worry about where he was going to end up striking them down. All the different parts of his training did end up coming together when it came to taking on his first mission. Like his family though, he wasn't allowed to go by himself and was forced to have Illumi come along. It had been in an abandoned building in a town that the mission was going to take place in. A criminal group had a bounty on their head and the Zoldyck's were tasked with killing them. Or at least their leader for that matter, any grunts that were killed was somewhat of a bonus. Killua was almost allowed to really do whatever he wanted, but when he came down to his first kill he hesitated enough that he missed the artery in the animals' neck at his first strike. This caused the other animal a large amount of pain thanks to how long and sharp his claws were, immediately ripping through the flesh in the side of his neck. Of course, there was a chance that if no one helped the animal in a good amount of time that he would just end up bleeding out. But their clients demanded proof always, meaning that they had to make it a swift and quiet kill, getting out of the situation before anyone else in the building could know that they were there. Killua wasn't afraid the entire time that the larger animal was beneath him. He certainly had an advantage when it came to fear factor on the account that no one would think a child would be capable of doing such extreme actions. Killua almost acted childlike due to his mistake, apologizing to his victim that the other had moved a little bit too quickly and made him miss his mark. Giggling while he adjusted himself and held the animals head down so this time he was certain that wouldn't miss this time. He ended up being covered in blood and didn't end up cleaning off the substance until it had been caked up against his skin. Due to him missing his mark though, it didn't take very long for everyone in the building to realize that something was wrong. It made the scene, even more, messier in the end as Killua hid in the shadows and took them out as they rounded the corner. During this time his older brother had been looking at him with increased disappointment as he expected a little bit more from his younger brother with all the training they had ended up doing. While Killua didn't really seem to care because he was ENJOYING himself. Just like every Zoldyck did when it came to taking the lives of others that didn't matter to them at all. Besides, it wasn't anything personal that the Zoldyck's had to deal with. It was just business.
Jacob wasn't the only one capable of having moments where he put himself into a slight panic. Anything that even remotely reminded him of his family was quick to put him on edge and think twice about his next move. Even though he had just joined this place, he wasn't about to trust everyone that he came across. No matter how nice they seemed to be. It wasn't exactly hard to fake a smile, which had confused Killua when he first joined the clans because it didn't seem to come to the minds of the groups that others were capable of easily concealing their true motives until finally showing them at the end. He was an expert liar, and he could most certainly tell when someone was lying to him. Even if they had done it for a very long time, there would be some sign. Increase in heart rate, lack of eye contact, shuffing, muscles tensing, all of the factors that could easily trigger Killua to realize that someone was lying to him. He was an assassin. Being truthful wasn't in his quota. Although, he was trying a little bit better to clean up his act, but old habits die hard. The albino serval wasn't about to trust anyone his age either. The clans usually taught those around his age how to fight, only just starting to fight of course. Killua had several months ahead of those that were being trained in the clans, and he was trained to kill. He wasn't trained to fight. Usually, when he fought against others, he made sure to attempt to kill them. Unless he just wanted to mess with them, then he would injure them in areas where it would give them a slow death, especially if they deserved it. He had killed clan leaders before, this group didn't seem to be all that different in his minds. There were openings literally everywhere. The male he was looking at now was definitely larger than he was. Killua wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, as long as the other didn't call him short then they probably wouldn't have any issues with one another. There was another smile though. Why were animals here so damn happy all the time? He didn't understand it. At the others reaction toward him, he ran his tongue over his lips in thought. When he first entered the clans he would usually question why they were always so happy, but now he didn't really bother to do that right now as it would be a waste of time. Their answers were always the same. Killua kept himself from sighing as Circusclown's words echoed in his head. The assassin moved himself into a sitting position, but didn't move himself closer to the hybrid. His sapphire blue eyes looking at the piece of cloth that he was 'knitting' from what the other said. Killua did shake his head at the other's offer though. "Not really my style. What's the point of knitting anyway?" As usual, he seemed to question everything that came with the clans. They always did confuse him, as he had only known his psychotic family his entire life. Not like he was entirely sane himself. "Killua." The albino serval would introduce himself after the other stated his name. Jacob. A fairly easy name from the sound of it. The wildcat wouldn't have a hard time memorizing the others name. While he was sitting there, Killua would occasionally take in a small breath, inhaling the others scent, so that when he saw him next him he would be able to identify him, but it would be fairly hard for the other to catch if he wasn't paying close enough attention.
Jacob wasn't the only one capable of having moments where he put himself into a slight panic. Anything that even remotely reminded him of his family was quick to put him on edge and think twice about his next move. Even though he had just joined this place, he wasn't about to trust everyone that he came across. No matter how nice they seemed to be. It wasn't exactly hard to fake a smile, which had confused Killua when he first joined the clans because it didn't seem to come to the minds of the groups that others were capable of easily concealing their true motives until finally showing them at the end. He was an expert liar, and he could most certainly tell when someone was lying to him. Even if they had done it for a very long time, there would be some sign. Increase in heart rate, lack of eye contact, shuffing, muscles tensing, all of the factors that could easily trigger Killua to realize that someone was lying to him. He was an assassin. Being truthful wasn't in his quota. Although, he was trying a little bit better to clean up his act, but old habits die hard. The albino serval wasn't about to trust anyone his age either. The clans usually taught those around his age how to fight, only just starting to fight of course. Killua had several months ahead of those that were being trained in the clans, and he was trained to kill. He wasn't trained to fight. Usually, when he fought against others, he made sure to attempt to kill them. Unless he just wanted to mess with them, then he would injure them in areas where it would give them a slow death, especially if they deserved it. He had killed clan leaders before, this group didn't seem to be all that different in his minds. There were openings literally everywhere. The male he was looking at now was definitely larger than he was. Killua wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, as long as the other didn't call him short then they probably wouldn't have any issues with one another. There was another smile though. Why were animals here so damn happy all the time? He didn't understand it. At the others reaction toward him, he ran his tongue over his lips in thought. When he first entered the clans he would usually question why they were always so happy, but now he didn't really bother to do that right now as it would be a waste of time. Their answers were always the same. Killua kept himself from sighing as Circusclown's words echoed in his head. The assassin moved himself into a sitting position, but didn't move himself closer to the hybrid. His sapphire blue eyes looking at the piece of cloth that he was 'knitting' from what the other said. Killua did shake his head at the other's offer though. "Not really my style. What's the point of knitting anyway?" As usual, he seemed to question everything that came with the clans. They always did confuse him, as he had only known his psychotic family his entire life. Not like he was entirely sane himself. "Killua." The albino serval would introduce himself after the other stated his name. Jacob. A fairly easy name from the sound of it. The wildcat wouldn't have a hard time memorizing the others name. While he was sitting there, Killua would occasionally take in a small breath, inhaling the others scent, so that when he saw him next him he would be able to identify him, but it would be fairly hard for the other to catch if he wasn't paying close enough attention.
clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO