04-04-2018, 03:55 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Strategy and smarts. One of the easiest ways to get the better of opponents no matter if they were stronger than whoever was fighting them. Being able to play off of someone's weakness as a true challenge, and something that rarely happened when it came to the likes of a clan. Killua had been raised so that he would be able to see other creatures weaknesses given himself a little bit of time to analyze his opponent. The way that their muscles moved. The outlook that they had on life. Their personality. The common way that they attacked others and a way to counter those movements. Any type of speed usually helped in that regard because of the fact that most animals had difficulty dealing with anything that was fast. With enough speed, no matter what the size, a lethal blow can easily be done. Such as anything going at high enough speeds can pierce through metal or even concrete. It wasn't hard for the likes of Killua to accomplish thanks to his species but there were other issues that were at hand at the moment. When he was younger though he had been through different kind of strategic simulations on he was forced to figure a way out of the situation that he was in. Which ultimately led him to be chained to the ceiling constantly, while he was being tortured. He had been forced to think through the pain that coursed through his body when his brother used a kknife against him. He had been forced to not cry out even if he sustained an injury, especially if he was out during a job. The assassin was able to get through the clouding of his head and through the pain. While someone could be in the middle of an attack, it was rare for them to change direction unless they had incredibly fast reflexes. Following patterns had also been a stern lesson. Luckily for him most of the time it wasn't him in a life or death situation. He had simply been ordered to follow these group of animals that lived in the area to be able to identify their patterns and take them out accordingly. The guards had the same sort of pattern that they would patrol through, and they would swap themselves out based on the time of day. This meant that there were small openings to be had while the guards were busy talking to one another. Killua usually took that chance to take out two at once, while hiding the bodies obviously. Because once a guard saw that there was a post empty, no matter how dumb they could possibly be, they would figure out that there was something seriously wrong and that there as probably a threat nearby. Obviously. The assassin would then have a short amount of time to find his main target, but had memorized the patterns of the guards he was up against, he knew exactly when his target would be alone even for a couple of seconds. If he really wanted to, he could have killed every single guard, but then the guards closing to his target would gain suspicion when they weren't given updates on the specific times that they had going for them. So, he might as well leave fewer animals killed while he worked away at the target. As one grew older and were given time, they were more than capable of identifying said patterns. Killua did it even to this day even if he wasn't considered to be an assassin anymore. The albino serval was able to find the patterns in the way that a clanner would walk. Making it easier to identify those from a distance if he had to thanks to his amazing hearing. On top of that, if he listened close enough he would be able to identify the patterns of someone that was breathing and go off on their emotions how they held their breath or quickened it.
It wasn't exactly rocket science, but he had been taught everything that he knew. He didn't have the innate talent that Jacob had when he was younger just to be able to identify the patterns by himself. Did that make Jacob better than him when it came to the patterns? Maybe. Killua didn't have to worry about the pattern of prey though, as he could always conjure up any sort of food that he wanted. Not like he really ate that healthy when it came to prey animals anyway, but at least it was something. He knew that he probably wasn't taking great care of himself, but part of him didn't really care as long he was in good enough condition to be able to defend himself and attack others. Ever since Guru had attacked London though, and since his return to the Typhoon, he knew that he was didn't. He was constantly on edge as if waiting for something to come out of the darkness and devour him for one final time. His claws twitched every time that he saw a living being, and the nightmares were back. It was all because of his brother, and he had no way to stop the others control on him, at least he didn't know that the other had control over him either. Killua remembered when he had caused the Typhoon member to cry out in pain, and he ENJOYED it. A feeling that he had repressed a very long time ago, and yet he felt glad to finally inflict pain on someone else that actually deserved it. After the months of not attacking anything and almost growing rusty in his skills. The assassin also had the factor that something had happened to him. He didn't know what, he didn't have the memories. Which was the issue. Somehow, he was missing memories, which caused him to be paranoid. When could that have even happened? How many memories did he end up losing? He didn't have any answers because there was no one around that he could ask about his memories. He was on his own. Part of him felt like he had always been on his own. Exploring the territory was all the serval could do right now. His emotions were running wild in his head, and yet he looked as calm as ever on the outside. He needed to keep his mind from the voice that now spoke in his head. The voice no longer being the whisper it had been for the past month. The assassin flexed his claws on the tree branch that he was on, his tail lashing behind him as he bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood. It didn't cause him any sort of pain thanks to the large amount of scar tissue in his mouth, but he still felt it. It was while he was standing on the branch that he had been on he caught a familiar scent nearby. Jacob. The guy seemed to be nice and concerned about those around him. He was probably the only one in the group that he got along with. Except for London but she got along with everyone. Should he approach the other? He wasn't quite sure about what he was going to do next. Illumi's voice didn't ring out in his head so that meant that he wouldn't have any issues when he interacted with the other. He just needed to do something. Putting himself into action, the wildcat leaped from branch to branch silently, and it didn't take him long to notice the hybrid a bit of a distance away.
Killua had approached the canine in the trees behind him, so the other probably wouldn't see him coming or expect him to be there. Landing on a branch that was directly above Jacob, the assassin laid himself down on the branch, his pelt blending in perfectly to the snow that was indeed on the branch. He flicked one of his large white ears as he was able to look over the other's shoulder a little bit and look at the paper that he had. It was a map. And there were lines in all sort of directions. He recognized some of the patterns even if they seemed random. His sapphire blue eyes were calculating as he guessed what the map was about. Movements maybe? He obviously wasn't marking down any sort of landmark on the map. Killua would humor the other, as he raised one of his paws and conjured up a lollipop that he stuck in his mouth. The scent of the candy taking a couple of scents to waft in the air. "What's that map for?" Killua would ask out of seemingly nowhere. It didn't seem like the young male had any care if he scared others or not. If Jacob were to look at Killua, there was a chance that the look in Killua's eyes would tell him that there was something wrong. But there was also a chance that he would see Killua like he usually did. The albino serval spoke in a calm yet curious tone, not the usual bored tone he constantly used.
It wasn't exactly rocket science, but he had been taught everything that he knew. He didn't have the innate talent that Jacob had when he was younger just to be able to identify the patterns by himself. Did that make Jacob better than him when it came to the patterns? Maybe. Killua didn't have to worry about the pattern of prey though, as he could always conjure up any sort of food that he wanted. Not like he really ate that healthy when it came to prey animals anyway, but at least it was something. He knew that he probably wasn't taking great care of himself, but part of him didn't really care as long he was in good enough condition to be able to defend himself and attack others. Ever since Guru had attacked London though, and since his return to the Typhoon, he knew that he was didn't. He was constantly on edge as if waiting for something to come out of the darkness and devour him for one final time. His claws twitched every time that he saw a living being, and the nightmares were back. It was all because of his brother, and he had no way to stop the others control on him, at least he didn't know that the other had control over him either. Killua remembered when he had caused the Typhoon member to cry out in pain, and he ENJOYED it. A feeling that he had repressed a very long time ago, and yet he felt glad to finally inflict pain on someone else that actually deserved it. After the months of not attacking anything and almost growing rusty in his skills. The assassin also had the factor that something had happened to him. He didn't know what, he didn't have the memories. Which was the issue. Somehow, he was missing memories, which caused him to be paranoid. When could that have even happened? How many memories did he end up losing? He didn't have any answers because there was no one around that he could ask about his memories. He was on his own. Part of him felt like he had always been on his own. Exploring the territory was all the serval could do right now. His emotions were running wild in his head, and yet he looked as calm as ever on the outside. He needed to keep his mind from the voice that now spoke in his head. The voice no longer being the whisper it had been for the past month. The assassin flexed his claws on the tree branch that he was on, his tail lashing behind him as he bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood. It didn't cause him any sort of pain thanks to the large amount of scar tissue in his mouth, but he still felt it. It was while he was standing on the branch that he had been on he caught a familiar scent nearby. Jacob. The guy seemed to be nice and concerned about those around him. He was probably the only one in the group that he got along with. Except for London but she got along with everyone. Should he approach the other? He wasn't quite sure about what he was going to do next. Illumi's voice didn't ring out in his head so that meant that he wouldn't have any issues when he interacted with the other. He just needed to do something. Putting himself into action, the wildcat leaped from branch to branch silently, and it didn't take him long to notice the hybrid a bit of a distance away.
Killua had approached the canine in the trees behind him, so the other probably wouldn't see him coming or expect him to be there. Landing on a branch that was directly above Jacob, the assassin laid himself down on the branch, his pelt blending in perfectly to the snow that was indeed on the branch. He flicked one of his large white ears as he was able to look over the other's shoulder a little bit and look at the paper that he had. It was a map. And there were lines in all sort of directions. He recognized some of the patterns even if they seemed random. His sapphire blue eyes were calculating as he guessed what the map was about. Movements maybe? He obviously wasn't marking down any sort of landmark on the map. Killua would humor the other, as he raised one of his paws and conjured up a lollipop that he stuck in his mouth. The scent of the candy taking a couple of scents to waft in the air. "What's that map for?" Killua would ask out of seemingly nowhere. It didn't seem like the young male had any care if he scared others or not. If Jacob were to look at Killua, there was a chance that the look in Killua's eyes would tell him that there was something wrong. But there was also a chance that he would see Killua like he usually did. The albino serval spoke in a calm yet curious tone, not the usual bored tone he constantly used.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO