04-02-2018, 06:03 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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*waves at star*
Killua still didn't have a concrete definition of what was considered to be family or not. He knew that his expectations were probably higher than the clans that he grouped up with when it came to family. They say once someone joins a clan its as if they become one big family. But all Killua really ends up seeing are animals that don't have enough courage to stick up for themselves in any shape or form. It was honestly pitiful in the assassin's eyes, especially since he had the guts to go up against a family that could easily kill him with a flick of their claws. His family wasn't exactly the picture perfect type in any regard. They were the type that were willing to try and destroy their own son's hopes and dreams and to try and shape them into the weapon so that they could become rich once he decided to take over the family business when his father decided to step down as the head of the family or even possibly go into retirement. He knew that the way that his life was set up for him, he doubted that there would be any time for rest and doubted that there would be a chance that he could die peacefully. Most of those that were in his family didn't end up dying young, at least what he knew about his great-grandfather and so on. They had only died when they were a lot older, which could mean that the assassin had plenty of time left unless he bit off more than he could chew in a battle such as that. The young male had an idea of what he wanted to do with his life, and it consisted of never seeing his family again if he could help it. Sure, there was a chance that he would go back to them as long as he needed information about someone, but other than that he would leave everything to its own devices and figure out everything that he needed for himself. If he needed to question one of his siblings, he would use the traditional method of sending birds back to the estate. He knew that there was a chance that he could use his telepathy to control a bird as soon as he got into contact with them. Shouldn't be all that difficult, because he could make others feel all sorts of different emotions given enough time to pick and go through someone's brains and emotions. Figuring out what made someone tick. That was one of Killua's best skill, and he used it even to this day despite it being somewhat of a bad habit in some regards. He knows that he needs to just accept others that the way that they are, but most of the time he just ends up seeing unused potential. It was annoying yes, but there was no much one could do if someone didn't wish to better themselves and make their lives a whole lot easier. Killua often wondered about those that joined the clan, whether or not they realized how violent these groups could end up getting with one another? The body counts usually remain somewhat low of the clanners themselves, but there are a lot of resources that are used in their little wars. Killua often debates if they realize that they could easily beat those that were in the war by sending assassin's out to kill primary targets. Easy as that. Yet they had a moral compass that said that they shouldn't kill anyone. Which was still a concept that Killua couldn't quite just grasp yet, and it was slightly frustrating too. He wanted to be able to accept some of the clan's way of thinking, but it went against all logic. When he usually ended up getting frustrated, it wasn't uncommon for Killua to lash out at others that just wanted to get close to him. But he didn't find anyone in the group to have really peeked his interest, other than maybe Jacob. Killua wasn't going to approach the other Snowbounder at this time, but maybe some other time when he could figure out something for them to do that isn't just sitting around and talking, as he got bored quickly of that. Similarly to Flaw, Killua had been regarded as a prodigy, meaning that he already has enough skill and training to keep himself alive when it came to the clans. He was never the runt, but it also didn't mean that he was the strongest in the family either. His father, his older brother, and his grandfather could easily wipe the floor with him if he wasn't careful enough.
The wildcat had high expectations put on him, which he could care less about anymore as he didn't want to go through that again. He had been tortured most of his life when he was a kitten, nearly drowned, broken bones, poisoned, and everything in between. He doesn't fear pain, but he does indeed fear death. Despite Killua's species being that of a one to live in a warmer climate, Killua didn't have any issue of living in such a cold place such as Snowbound. His fur was a bit longer than that of a serval, and he used his powers to help regulate the temperatures if he did get too cold. He knew how to survive in cold weather, as the territory of this place was similar to a group that he once lived with. Killua also could always just end up teleporting in a direction he knew a cave would end up being. The albino serval blended in perfectly with the environment, other than the fact that his eyes weren't white obviously. The young male kept to the border most of the time to figure out if someone interesting would end up being there in the meantime. He stayed up in the trees to give himself a little bit of a vantage point, his metal claws providing support so that he didn't slip off from his perch. Killua was in a tree when he heard a voice that was calling out. It almost sounded desperate to his ears. The serval got up onto his paw and silently jumped from branch to branch until he arrived a little bit closer to the border. His air elementals making so that it was impossible to catch his scent, and to muffle each movement that he made. It wasn't hard to see the black panther that was on the ground. One that was quite a bit older than he was. His sapphire blue eyes studied the other for a couple moments as he laid on the branch that he was on. The other seemed concerned about something from the looks of it. "Scream any louder and you might attract something you might not want to." Killua would state back toward the male, wondering if the other had noticed him at all above him in the tree. Killua spoke in a bored tone, but it was obvious that the other was upset in some way. Maybe he could be somewhat nicer to the other male. Just a little bit. "Who are you? And why are you crying?" Killua no longer sounded bored, and instead he sounded slightly concerned about the other's condition. His gaze moved from the other for a moment, and looked back in the direction that the panther most likely came from, trying to see if there were any signs that he wasn't alone. He didn't see other signs that he had others following him. He returned his attention toward the jaguar, the tip of his short tail flicking behind him.
Killua still didn't have a concrete definition of what was considered to be family or not. He knew that his expectations were probably higher than the clans that he grouped up with when it came to family. They say once someone joins a clan its as if they become one big family. But all Killua really ends up seeing are animals that don't have enough courage to stick up for themselves in any shape or form. It was honestly pitiful in the assassin's eyes, especially since he had the guts to go up against a family that could easily kill him with a flick of their claws. His family wasn't exactly the picture perfect type in any regard. They were the type that were willing to try and destroy their own son's hopes and dreams and to try and shape them into the weapon so that they could become rich once he decided to take over the family business when his father decided to step down as the head of the family or even possibly go into retirement. He knew that the way that his life was set up for him, he doubted that there would be any time for rest and doubted that there would be a chance that he could die peacefully. Most of those that were in his family didn't end up dying young, at least what he knew about his great-grandfather and so on. They had only died when they were a lot older, which could mean that the assassin had plenty of time left unless he bit off more than he could chew in a battle such as that. The young male had an idea of what he wanted to do with his life, and it consisted of never seeing his family again if he could help it. Sure, there was a chance that he would go back to them as long as he needed information about someone, but other than that he would leave everything to its own devices and figure out everything that he needed for himself. If he needed to question one of his siblings, he would use the traditional method of sending birds back to the estate. He knew that there was a chance that he could use his telepathy to control a bird as soon as he got into contact with them. Shouldn't be all that difficult, because he could make others feel all sorts of different emotions given enough time to pick and go through someone's brains and emotions. Figuring out what made someone tick. That was one of Killua's best skill, and he used it even to this day despite it being somewhat of a bad habit in some regards. He knows that he needs to just accept others that the way that they are, but most of the time he just ends up seeing unused potential. It was annoying yes, but there was no much one could do if someone didn't wish to better themselves and make their lives a whole lot easier. Killua often wondered about those that joined the clan, whether or not they realized how violent these groups could end up getting with one another? The body counts usually remain somewhat low of the clanners themselves, but there are a lot of resources that are used in their little wars. Killua often debates if they realize that they could easily beat those that were in the war by sending assassin's out to kill primary targets. Easy as that. Yet they had a moral compass that said that they shouldn't kill anyone. Which was still a concept that Killua couldn't quite just grasp yet, and it was slightly frustrating too. He wanted to be able to accept some of the clan's way of thinking, but it went against all logic. When he usually ended up getting frustrated, it wasn't uncommon for Killua to lash out at others that just wanted to get close to him. But he didn't find anyone in the group to have really peeked his interest, other than maybe Jacob. Killua wasn't going to approach the other Snowbounder at this time, but maybe some other time when he could figure out something for them to do that isn't just sitting around and talking, as he got bored quickly of that. Similarly to Flaw, Killua had been regarded as a prodigy, meaning that he already has enough skill and training to keep himself alive when it came to the clans. He was never the runt, but it also didn't mean that he was the strongest in the family either. His father, his older brother, and his grandfather could easily wipe the floor with him if he wasn't careful enough.
The wildcat had high expectations put on him, which he could care less about anymore as he didn't want to go through that again. He had been tortured most of his life when he was a kitten, nearly drowned, broken bones, poisoned, and everything in between. He doesn't fear pain, but he does indeed fear death. Despite Killua's species being that of a one to live in a warmer climate, Killua didn't have any issue of living in such a cold place such as Snowbound. His fur was a bit longer than that of a serval, and he used his powers to help regulate the temperatures if he did get too cold. He knew how to survive in cold weather, as the territory of this place was similar to a group that he once lived with. Killua also could always just end up teleporting in a direction he knew a cave would end up being. The albino serval blended in perfectly with the environment, other than the fact that his eyes weren't white obviously. The young male kept to the border most of the time to figure out if someone interesting would end up being there in the meantime. He stayed up in the trees to give himself a little bit of a vantage point, his metal claws providing support so that he didn't slip off from his perch. Killua was in a tree when he heard a voice that was calling out. It almost sounded desperate to his ears. The serval got up onto his paw and silently jumped from branch to branch until he arrived a little bit closer to the border. His air elementals making so that it was impossible to catch his scent, and to muffle each movement that he made. It wasn't hard to see the black panther that was on the ground. One that was quite a bit older than he was. His sapphire blue eyes studied the other for a couple moments as he laid on the branch that he was on. The other seemed concerned about something from the looks of it. "Scream any louder and you might attract something you might not want to." Killua would state back toward the male, wondering if the other had noticed him at all above him in the tree. Killua spoke in a bored tone, but it was obvious that the other was upset in some way. Maybe he could be somewhat nicer to the other male. Just a little bit. "Who are you? And why are you crying?" Killua no longer sounded bored, and instead he sounded slightly concerned about the other's condition. His gaze moved from the other for a moment, and looked back in the direction that the panther most likely came from, trying to see if there were any signs that he wasn't alone. He didn't see other signs that he had others following him. He returned his attention toward the jaguar, the tip of his short tail flicking behind him.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO