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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had traveled a lot since he was younger, not really staying to one place more than others. When he was working with his family before he was even considered apprentice age with the clans, he would go to where his jobs needed him to go and get payment from there. His family was usually well known in certain areas, but if an area was far away from his family they were less likely to be known. Killua liked it that way though, but despite that, he absolutely refused to mention his last name to anyone that he came across. There were only a handful of those that he knew that actually knew about his past and exactly why it was bad to get too close to him, such as London, Stark, Circusclown, just to name a few. He held those names close to his heart, especially Circusclown as the older male had been the one to help him out in the journey of finding who he really wanted to be and help him to adjust to clan life. Luckily, Killua was a fairly quick learner, which was one of the major reasons for living as long as he did despite how toxic his family was. From the very beginning, he was forced to remain strong for his families sake, especially during the horrible training that he was forced to endure. He doubted that anyone from the clans that he had lived in for short periods of time would be capable of going through the torture that he went through when he was younger. From being tortured physically, having his bones broken over and over again so when they were broken in the future he would be able to work through the pain and still fight.
Being able to dislocate certain limbs in a fight to give him the advantage if he was in a bad spot was another skill that he had been taught when he was younger. The poison torture was probably the worst form of torture that he was forced to go through. That being he was forced to ingest poison, to the point where he would beg his brother to simply kill him to end his misery. He had lost count of how many times he had seen his own flesh slowly begin to rot away from the affected area. Eventually, he became numb to it all, and it was then that he was able to go on missions himself. The groups that usually paid his family the most were actually the clans. In the beginning, he regarded any clan as being extremely barbaric and a waste of time. The security measures that they had in place were basically nothing and they were far too trusting of one another. They barely ever trained themselves on top of that, so he considered all of them to be weak fighters. If he counted right, he had been in 4 different clans. He killed clan leaders as if they were just flesh stuck in between his claws, barely worth the effort. He caused chaos for the clans that he sheltered in because they were losing members as soon as he joined but he was so good at his job that no one suspected that it was him either. Killua was far from what any child could possibly be, but there were still aspects of him that remained childlike, such as his curiosity. He was no longer someone that could be hired to kill someone, but that didn't mean he was against the aspect of killing either. He wasn't merciful.
His ears seemed to swivel in the direction of any approaching movement, as soon his brilliant sapphire gaze turned to look at a domestic cat with an interesting color pattern. It wasn't that he was surprised, he had seen many strange combinations. He even knew a maine coon that was covered with green colors and had wings. He wondered if Izuku was still alive. The female just seemed to be a simple domestic cat, by reading her body language he could see that she was avoiding the polar bear. He didn't blame her, as smaller animals were more known to become skittish around larger animals and want to run away in fear. It was basic instincts after all. Having grown up with dragons, tigers, and cougars, Killua had little to fear with larger predators. When the domestic cat spoke, the serval couldn't help but let a little snort at the other's nickname for him. It reminded him of Mel calling him 'candy boy' all the time. Killua rolled his eyes at her remark but didn't respond as he wasn't given a chance to as she was quick listing off information that he needed. Elysium huh? Not a bad name. The environment still reminded him of Snowbound, which tugged at his heart slightly at the thought of the first place that he considered to be home. The assassin rolled his shoulders before finally speaking again. "Elysium huh? So far it seems like a decent place. Much better than the Typhoon I would say. Looks like I'll be staying here for a little bit." Killua stated in a casual remark. During the entire interaction with the Elysium members, Killua avoided saying his name and greeting other's back properly. No one seemed to really notice though, and he was fine with that. The albino serval soon heard the pitter patter of tiny paws making their way toward him. Turning his head, he noticed a young animal, an African wild dog to be specific.
Another species that was known to live in areas like savannahs and some areas that could have trees in that environment. It was interesting to see a similar species in a place like this one. The kid was obviously younger than he was, even if he was still regarded as a kid which he hated being called one. He couldn't help but let a small grin spread across his facial features at the canine as she was quick to introduce herself. Honey. He would remember her name and the appearance for future reference. "Yo. How are you not freezing your paws off up here?" Killua questioned with a small snicker. He was honestly just making conversation with the canine. Considering the anatomy of an African wild dog, they were more accustomed to warmer weather. So, to be up in the mountains may end up being uncomfortable for Honey, at least if she was born in a regular environment. It was entirely possible that she had simply become acclimated to this new environment that she found herself in. Killua began to get up onto his paws, closely his jaw tightly to crunch at the candy in his mouth. Once he finished swallowing the hard candy, the lollipop stick seemed to disappear as he conjured the object away from where he was at. He wasn't against showing at least some of his powers to those that were around him at least. As he was getting up, the direwolf would be the one that would speak next, and he directed his gaze toward her. Killua raised a nonexistent eyebrow at the female's words of Ascendants merging to form this new clan that he found himself in. That would make sense as the observatory was still here. Was Bastille still around then? He barely remembered the guy and never really interacted with him all that much.
He had no idea who Tena or Straw were, but they were probably the leaders of the group. "Sounds like they weren't doing so hot if the only option was to merge with another group." Killua stated in what sounded to be disappointment. He thought that the Ascendants was one of the stronger groups but he may have guessed wrong. How long had he been away? A good while, so there were numerous reasons as to why they could have merged. After that, the assassin would let himself drop down from his branch. As soon as he landed, it would be easy to notice that he made no noise as he made contact with the ground. Killua kept an obvious and comfortable distance between him and everyone else. When the other responded to his question, he didn't show surprise with the language she spoke of. He knew the names of many different languages over the studies he had done with his family. That didn't mean he knew how to speak the languages, he just knew they existed. Gaelic was one of the more rare languages that he had read about, or at least in these parts they were rare. "Gaelic huh? That's pretty cool." Killua would comment with a small shrug of his shoulders. He looked around his surroundings once again before looking at the rest of the group. The entire time his long metal claws had been unsheathed, as it wasn't common for him to trust those that he just met. "Does anyone happen to know what other clans or groups are around? Last time I was here, Typhoon and Tanglewood existed." Killua stated as he tried to figure out what had changed since the last time he was here.
Being able to dislocate certain limbs in a fight to give him the advantage if he was in a bad spot was another skill that he had been taught when he was younger. The poison torture was probably the worst form of torture that he was forced to go through. That being he was forced to ingest poison, to the point where he would beg his brother to simply kill him to end his misery. He had lost count of how many times he had seen his own flesh slowly begin to rot away from the affected area. Eventually, he became numb to it all, and it was then that he was able to go on missions himself. The groups that usually paid his family the most were actually the clans. In the beginning, he regarded any clan as being extremely barbaric and a waste of time. The security measures that they had in place were basically nothing and they were far too trusting of one another. They barely ever trained themselves on top of that, so he considered all of them to be weak fighters. If he counted right, he had been in 4 different clans. He killed clan leaders as if they were just flesh stuck in between his claws, barely worth the effort. He caused chaos for the clans that he sheltered in because they were losing members as soon as he joined but he was so good at his job that no one suspected that it was him either. Killua was far from what any child could possibly be, but there were still aspects of him that remained childlike, such as his curiosity. He was no longer someone that could be hired to kill someone, but that didn't mean he was against the aspect of killing either. He wasn't merciful.
His ears seemed to swivel in the direction of any approaching movement, as soon his brilliant sapphire gaze turned to look at a domestic cat with an interesting color pattern. It wasn't that he was surprised, he had seen many strange combinations. He even knew a maine coon that was covered with green colors and had wings. He wondered if Izuku was still alive. The female just seemed to be a simple domestic cat, by reading her body language he could see that she was avoiding the polar bear. He didn't blame her, as smaller animals were more known to become skittish around larger animals and want to run away in fear. It was basic instincts after all. Having grown up with dragons, tigers, and cougars, Killua had little to fear with larger predators. When the domestic cat spoke, the serval couldn't help but let a little snort at the other's nickname for him. It reminded him of Mel calling him 'candy boy' all the time. Killua rolled his eyes at her remark but didn't respond as he wasn't given a chance to as she was quick listing off information that he needed. Elysium huh? Not a bad name. The environment still reminded him of Snowbound, which tugged at his heart slightly at the thought of the first place that he considered to be home. The assassin rolled his shoulders before finally speaking again. "Elysium huh? So far it seems like a decent place. Much better than the Typhoon I would say. Looks like I'll be staying here for a little bit." Killua stated in a casual remark. During the entire interaction with the Elysium members, Killua avoided saying his name and greeting other's back properly. No one seemed to really notice though, and he was fine with that. The albino serval soon heard the pitter patter of tiny paws making their way toward him. Turning his head, he noticed a young animal, an African wild dog to be specific.
Another species that was known to live in areas like savannahs and some areas that could have trees in that environment. It was interesting to see a similar species in a place like this one. The kid was obviously younger than he was, even if he was still regarded as a kid which he hated being called one. He couldn't help but let a small grin spread across his facial features at the canine as she was quick to introduce herself. Honey. He would remember her name and the appearance for future reference. "Yo. How are you not freezing your paws off up here?" Killua questioned with a small snicker. He was honestly just making conversation with the canine. Considering the anatomy of an African wild dog, they were more accustomed to warmer weather. So, to be up in the mountains may end up being uncomfortable for Honey, at least if she was born in a regular environment. It was entirely possible that she had simply become acclimated to this new environment that she found herself in. Killua began to get up onto his paws, closely his jaw tightly to crunch at the candy in his mouth. Once he finished swallowing the hard candy, the lollipop stick seemed to disappear as he conjured the object away from where he was at. He wasn't against showing at least some of his powers to those that were around him at least. As he was getting up, the direwolf would be the one that would speak next, and he directed his gaze toward her. Killua raised a nonexistent eyebrow at the female's words of Ascendants merging to form this new clan that he found himself in. That would make sense as the observatory was still here. Was Bastille still around then? He barely remembered the guy and never really interacted with him all that much.
He had no idea who Tena or Straw were, but they were probably the leaders of the group. "Sounds like they weren't doing so hot if the only option was to merge with another group." Killua stated in what sounded to be disappointment. He thought that the Ascendants was one of the stronger groups but he may have guessed wrong. How long had he been away? A good while, so there were numerous reasons as to why they could have merged. After that, the assassin would let himself drop down from his branch. As soon as he landed, it would be easy to notice that he made no noise as he made contact with the ground. Killua kept an obvious and comfortable distance between him and everyone else. When the other responded to his question, he didn't show surprise with the language she spoke of. He knew the names of many different languages over the studies he had done with his family. That didn't mean he knew how to speak the languages, he just knew they existed. Gaelic was one of the more rare languages that he had read about, or at least in these parts they were rare. "Gaelic huh? That's pretty cool." Killua would comment with a small shrug of his shoulders. He looked around his surroundings once again before looking at the rest of the group. The entire time his long metal claws had been unsheathed, as it wasn't common for him to trust those that he just met. "Does anyone happen to know what other clans or groups are around? Last time I was here, Typhoon and Tanglewood existed." Killua stated as he tried to figure out what had changed since the last time he was here.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO