03-28-2018, 04:02 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had a large track record when it came the amount of animals he had killed during his lifetime. At leas the animals he killed during jobs, as hunting didn't really count in his mind in the first place. The assassin had been killing other creatures since he was just a kitten. Which obviously gave him a lead when it came to the other clan apprentices that were around his age. They were nothing compared to him when it came to strength unless they were raised like he had been. Which usually wasn't the case as the clans tried so hard to keep their youngsters innocent and protected as much as possible. Which sometimes Killua thought was a waste of time and early exposue was the correct way to go so that the apprentices wouldn't get the wrong idea when it came to the real world and how cruel it was to be. Circusclown had taught him that everyond deserved the life that they had, and some reacted to other events differently than others. He knew about this. He remembered the looks on the clans faces at the time that corpses were left on the border. Killua never really thought about anything at that time out of simple consideration that he would just scrutinize the kill for how it was made instead of being afraid of something that was dead and would do no harm. Most clanners considered it to be practically taboo to kill anyone, while Killua found it somewhat logical if the fight needed to be done. He was trying his best not to be a killer anymore, but he probably had more of a kill track record than most warbound or anti-clans combined. When he was younger, Killua used to keep track of how many creatures he took the lives of. After a while however, killing didn't give him the same high factor that he used to have. He didn't find it enjoying and soon found the thrill completely stagnant. He needed to find something else to do, but he wouldn't be able to do anything without disobeying his parents. Which was a handful in all itself anyway. Killua also killed plenty of clanners once he figured out that there were clans in the world instead of group of animals just harboring themselves in the city. They were probably the easiest targets to kill because most were trusting as soon as one made their presence known. While others would just look at him with distrust. He didn't blame them. Most could tell just by looking in his eyes that he was a killer. The assassin didn't really try to hide that he was dangerous all the time. Why should he? This would make it so that other animals would think twice before approaching the likes of him anyway. Besides, he gave plenty of warning to clanners that didn't know how to watch their tone around him. All Killua usually asked for was a form of respect directed toward him. Showing any form of respect was quick to calm the young apprentice down, as he hated being looked down at just because he was a kid. He was stronger than most adults after all and he wouldn't let them take that away from him. He was a Zoldyck. That was something he could be somewhat proud of even if the name tasted bitter on his tongue.
Killua had never realized over the months that his mind had actually been tampered with by his brother. He knew that his brother had some correlation with the voices that he would hear from time to time, but he had no idea that his brother was capable of ripping out memories to the point that he wouldn't remember. Killua would never remember the adopted family that had loved him so. The enemies that had once wanted to slice his throats for his cruel actions. Those that he considered to be friends were lost to the wind of life and he would never catch up to be able to catch them. The memories having been ripped for his very soul, and anyone capable of looking at his soul would be quick to figure out that there was a large chunk of his soul missing. It didn't hamper any of Killua's abilities, he just got an occasional headache when he looked at others. The reason to figure out why he had headaches wasn't on his to-do list as it wasn't a means of concern right now. He needed to get stronger. Stronger so that he could face his brother when the time really did come. His brother was bound to find him, and Killua had no idea that his position was already compromised. His family had been smart enough to implant something into his body that would allow them to gain some control over his body and his mind. It allowed them to trace the thoughts of his mind to a specific location which means that they could find him whenever they wanted. So why were they stalling? What was their reason to wait a little bit longer after having just dealt a punishment only around a month ago? Either way, Killua was soon grew bored. How long was it going to take them to get here anyway? He was almost all the way through his lollipop when he started to hear something moving off in the distance. His body language gave no hint that he was away of someone's presence, or that he had actually heard them. Pros of being a serval was his sensitive hearing, which was so good that he could hear something moving underneath the earth if he concentrated hard enough. The albino serval blinked his sapphire blue eyes when he spotted the creature that was moving toward him. A canine. A wolf to be specific. Not a species that wasn't common in groups like this. He knew the limitation of wolves, but this one didn't show any sign of aggression or dominance. The canine was certainly a lot bigger than he was, still not a concern, however. There was no recognition in the other's eyes for sure. It seemed that there was something missing about him that he didn't know and didn't try to figure out. His eyes had grown significantly darker since their last run in with one another. The heavily scarred apprentice listened to her words and was glad that the other may be interested in giving him information. He offered the other a grin from his jaws, the tips of his metal claws poking out of their sheaths. He did raise one of his paws to wave, considering the other was polite and he just wanted information. "Yo. I was wondering if you could tell me what this place is. I'm not from around here but a rogue told me there was a new group." The assassin would ask calmly as he lowered his paw back down onto the ground. Was she even going to be the talkative type? Probably, but there were bound to be others that would try and get into his business, which he was prepared for. "I'm also bored as hell and just looking to chat with someone," Killua said with a shrug of his shoulders. He, however, didn't introduce himself to the other. "What's your name?" Killua questioned with childlike curiosity. He did want to know the others name, but if she didn't want to give it that was up to her. He moved the lollipop in his mouth to the right side this time, as he was enjoying the taste and wouldn't bite into the candy until the last minute.
Killua had never realized over the months that his mind had actually been tampered with by his brother. He knew that his brother had some correlation with the voices that he would hear from time to time, but he had no idea that his brother was capable of ripping out memories to the point that he wouldn't remember. Killua would never remember the adopted family that had loved him so. The enemies that had once wanted to slice his throats for his cruel actions. Those that he considered to be friends were lost to the wind of life and he would never catch up to be able to catch them. The memories having been ripped for his very soul, and anyone capable of looking at his soul would be quick to figure out that there was a large chunk of his soul missing. It didn't hamper any of Killua's abilities, he just got an occasional headache when he looked at others. The reason to figure out why he had headaches wasn't on his to-do list as it wasn't a means of concern right now. He needed to get stronger. Stronger so that he could face his brother when the time really did come. His brother was bound to find him, and Killua had no idea that his position was already compromised. His family had been smart enough to implant something into his body that would allow them to gain some control over his body and his mind. It allowed them to trace the thoughts of his mind to a specific location which means that they could find him whenever they wanted. So why were they stalling? What was their reason to wait a little bit longer after having just dealt a punishment only around a month ago? Either way, Killua was soon grew bored. How long was it going to take them to get here anyway? He was almost all the way through his lollipop when he started to hear something moving off in the distance. His body language gave no hint that he was away of someone's presence, or that he had actually heard them. Pros of being a serval was his sensitive hearing, which was so good that he could hear something moving underneath the earth if he concentrated hard enough. The albino serval blinked his sapphire blue eyes when he spotted the creature that was moving toward him. A canine. A wolf to be specific. Not a species that wasn't common in groups like this. He knew the limitation of wolves, but this one didn't show any sign of aggression or dominance. The canine was certainly a lot bigger than he was, still not a concern, however. There was no recognition in the other's eyes for sure. It seemed that there was something missing about him that he didn't know and didn't try to figure out. His eyes had grown significantly darker since their last run in with one another. The heavily scarred apprentice listened to her words and was glad that the other may be interested in giving him information. He offered the other a grin from his jaws, the tips of his metal claws poking out of their sheaths. He did raise one of his paws to wave, considering the other was polite and he just wanted information. "Yo. I was wondering if you could tell me what this place is. I'm not from around here but a rogue told me there was a new group." The assassin would ask calmly as he lowered his paw back down onto the ground. Was she even going to be the talkative type? Probably, but there were bound to be others that would try and get into his business, which he was prepared for. "I'm also bored as hell and just looking to chat with someone," Killua said with a shrug of his shoulders. He, however, didn't introduce himself to the other. "What's your name?" Killua questioned with childlike curiosity. He did want to know the others name, but if she didn't want to give it that was up to her. He moved the lollipop in his mouth to the right side this time, as he was enjoying the taste and wouldn't bite into the candy until the last minute.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 7 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO