04-19-2018, 03:29 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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No place in a clan was ever really safe. At least that's what the deputy had come to realize after spending three months in the likes of clans. Two different clans compared to the one that he was living in now. The assassin had seen how the clans dealt with other groups that didn't have the same mentality that they did, and how their strategies were so basic that he could have thought them up when they were just a kid. Right before he had been stationed in any clans, he didn't even know that any of them had existed even. The young male had just gone to large city to city finding animals that other's wanted to be killed and then he would get paid for doing so. When his brother had given him a job that was in a clan, he had been told that most of the clans were barbaric. They didn't know anything about stealthy movements and they had no idea how to protect one another properly. In other words, they were easy targets for those that were willing to pay for a Zoldyck's services in getting the job done. Which they never failed in achieving, so a client that hired them knew that they were getting the best service. However, it meant that they were more likely to ask for a higher price when it came to killing other's too. Hell, each of his siblings usually took on different jobs here and there, all of them have different methods that they would employ to kill their target too. It wasn't all that hard to kill someone, and when Killua did arrive in the clan, he realized that his brother had been exactly right. All of the groups that he had been in were groups that weren't a huge fan of fighting, but always got themselves into wards that probably could have been settled in other ways. They were too merciful and were too kind to those that they would just let into the clan and do whatever the hell they wanted. The wildcat found several flaws in their system, and continued to find flaws over and over again. The clans never seemed to learn their lesson even after some of their own members or killed. Or even their leader, which had been Killua's target. Over the course of his life, the assassin had killed two clan leaders and a higher position of an enemy group that someone had hired him to kill. He had only been in the clan to do his job and his brother had made sure to repeat to him what his job was so that he wouldn't forget. Eventually though, Killua began to envy the clans in the way that they interacted with one another, especially with those that were around his age as well. The assassin wanted to know what it was like to run around and laugh and actually enjoy life instead of constantly analyzing everything that was placed in front of him. During this, he realized that he didn't want to be an assassin anymore like the rest of his family, and left his family once he went back home. Having to force his way out by attacking his own mother, blinding her, and then attacking one of his older brothers that had gotten in his way.
He was the heir and extremely important to the family, but he didn't really care about that anymore. He wanted, no, needed to get away from a group like that as quick as possible. And that's where he found the second clan that he ended up living in for quite some time and actually grew close to someone. He was never really sure if she considered him to be a friend, but she did consider him to be family, and that's all that Killua needed until his families influence ultimately caught up with him. The albino serval knew that Snowbound was far from safe at the moment. Even with everything that had practically ended with the Typhoon, he still didn't trust the other group at all. He refused to. It would take a while for the deputy to get used to having them around, especially the white wolf for that matter. Killua also knew about two creatures in the group that were bound to be up to no good. That being Silent and Hisoka. He didn't trust the two bastards simply because they gave him the creeps. He didn't trust Hisoka on the fact that he was usually able to tell when someone was like him. A killer. Murderer. He could see the bloodlust that was in the other's eyes. No matter how much the bastard tried to hide it. Although Killua himself wasn't in the best condition at the moment. He was nearing the limit on the number of days that he could go without sleep. That being an entire week, and he wasn't eating properly because of the innocent animals that he had killed almost a week ago now. He felt nothing but guilt and feared that if the same situation happened again, he was bound to accidentally kill a Snowbounder instead of two loners that were bigger than he was. It was impossible for anyone to tell that he was getting skinny thanks to how fluffy his fur was compared to a regular serval. The fur also helping him with the cold weather that was always in Snowbound as there always seemed to be snow on the ground. Like Izuku, Killua had taken some interest in maine coon just on the simple factor that the other knew Japanese. The only creatures that he had run into that spoke Japanese so far in his lifetime was his own family. He spoke the language often with them, but he didn't interact with them at the moment so he hadn't had a chance to use his native language all that much. A bummer really, and so he often used the words if he was saying a curse or in an emotionally troubled state. Killua had been curious enough that he decided to tail the other for a little bit. His air elemental powers working wonders to hide his scent and to keep his movements silent as he moved around in the trees. He was strategic on the trees that he landed on, making sure that no snow would fall onto the ground if the branch did end up moving a little bit. His sapphire eyes looked at the other curiously and seemed to study him. Killua could read the other's body language like a book, seeing that the other was nervous. He flicked one of his large white ears when the other had walked into one of the lakes of the territory, and he had to stop himself from chuckling at the domestic cat. If he had, he probably would have given away his position. The other started to walk slightly away from the lake, and Killua lept to a tree that the other was bound to walk under. He doubted that he was going to be paying attention enough to look up toward him anyway. "Yo, watcha up to?" Killua asked casually, despite how tired he felt. He wanted to sleep, but he was too scared to thanks to his night terrors. Most of those that lived in Snowbound were used to Killua suddenly popping into places here and there, but newcomers probably would find it as a shock. It was a simple habit for Killua to follow, and it would probably be impossible for him not to be stealthy even if he tried.
No place in a clan was ever really safe. At least that's what the deputy had come to realize after spending three months in the likes of clans. Two different clans compared to the one that he was living in now. The assassin had seen how the clans dealt with other groups that didn't have the same mentality that they did, and how their strategies were so basic that he could have thought them up when they were just a kid. Right before he had been stationed in any clans, he didn't even know that any of them had existed even. The young male had just gone to large city to city finding animals that other's wanted to be killed and then he would get paid for doing so. When his brother had given him a job that was in a clan, he had been told that most of the clans were barbaric. They didn't know anything about stealthy movements and they had no idea how to protect one another properly. In other words, they were easy targets for those that were willing to pay for a Zoldyck's services in getting the job done. Which they never failed in achieving, so a client that hired them knew that they were getting the best service. However, it meant that they were more likely to ask for a higher price when it came to killing other's too. Hell, each of his siblings usually took on different jobs here and there, all of them have different methods that they would employ to kill their target too. It wasn't all that hard to kill someone, and when Killua did arrive in the clan, he realized that his brother had been exactly right. All of the groups that he had been in were groups that weren't a huge fan of fighting, but always got themselves into wards that probably could have been settled in other ways. They were too merciful and were too kind to those that they would just let into the clan and do whatever the hell they wanted. The wildcat found several flaws in their system, and continued to find flaws over and over again. The clans never seemed to learn their lesson even after some of their own members or killed. Or even their leader, which had been Killua's target. Over the course of his life, the assassin had killed two clan leaders and a higher position of an enemy group that someone had hired him to kill. He had only been in the clan to do his job and his brother had made sure to repeat to him what his job was so that he wouldn't forget. Eventually though, Killua began to envy the clans in the way that they interacted with one another, especially with those that were around his age as well. The assassin wanted to know what it was like to run around and laugh and actually enjoy life instead of constantly analyzing everything that was placed in front of him. During this, he realized that he didn't want to be an assassin anymore like the rest of his family, and left his family once he went back home. Having to force his way out by attacking his own mother, blinding her, and then attacking one of his older brothers that had gotten in his way.
He was the heir and extremely important to the family, but he didn't really care about that anymore. He wanted, no, needed to get away from a group like that as quick as possible. And that's where he found the second clan that he ended up living in for quite some time and actually grew close to someone. He was never really sure if she considered him to be a friend, but she did consider him to be family, and that's all that Killua needed until his families influence ultimately caught up with him. The albino serval knew that Snowbound was far from safe at the moment. Even with everything that had practically ended with the Typhoon, he still didn't trust the other group at all. He refused to. It would take a while for the deputy to get used to having them around, especially the white wolf for that matter. Killua also knew about two creatures in the group that were bound to be up to no good. That being Silent and Hisoka. He didn't trust the two bastards simply because they gave him the creeps. He didn't trust Hisoka on the fact that he was usually able to tell when someone was like him. A killer. Murderer. He could see the bloodlust that was in the other's eyes. No matter how much the bastard tried to hide it. Although Killua himself wasn't in the best condition at the moment. He was nearing the limit on the number of days that he could go without sleep. That being an entire week, and he wasn't eating properly because of the innocent animals that he had killed almost a week ago now. He felt nothing but guilt and feared that if the same situation happened again, he was bound to accidentally kill a Snowbounder instead of two loners that were bigger than he was. It was impossible for anyone to tell that he was getting skinny thanks to how fluffy his fur was compared to a regular serval. The fur also helping him with the cold weather that was always in Snowbound as there always seemed to be snow on the ground. Like Izuku, Killua had taken some interest in maine coon just on the simple factor that the other knew Japanese. The only creatures that he had run into that spoke Japanese so far in his lifetime was his own family. He spoke the language often with them, but he didn't interact with them at the moment so he hadn't had a chance to use his native language all that much. A bummer really, and so he often used the words if he was saying a curse or in an emotionally troubled state. Killua had been curious enough that he decided to tail the other for a little bit. His air elemental powers working wonders to hide his scent and to keep his movements silent as he moved around in the trees. He was strategic on the trees that he landed on, making sure that no snow would fall onto the ground if the branch did end up moving a little bit. His sapphire eyes looked at the other curiously and seemed to study him. Killua could read the other's body language like a book, seeing that the other was nervous. He flicked one of his large white ears when the other had walked into one of the lakes of the territory, and he had to stop himself from chuckling at the domestic cat. If he had, he probably would have given away his position. The other started to walk slightly away from the lake, and Killua lept to a tree that the other was bound to walk under. He doubted that he was going to be paying attention enough to look up toward him anyway. "Yo, watcha up to?" Killua asked casually, despite how tired he felt. He wanted to sleep, but he was too scared to thanks to his night terrors. Most of those that lived in Snowbound were used to Killua suddenly popping into places here and there, but newcomers probably would find it as a shock. It was a simple habit for Killua to follow, and it would probably be impossible for him not to be stealthy even if he tried.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO