06-23-2019, 06:13 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killing was so much easier than leaving someone alive. Leaving anyone alive that either attacked you or someone else was means for disaster. Most animals enjoyed rearing their heads at the worst moment and coming back for a form of revenge. If that animal was dead, it would just mean that they would never be a problem again, and it was problem solved. Besides, killing another being was not all that hard if anyone had basic anatomy or instincts to attack vulnerable areas. Snap of a neck, a slice of an artery, punctured lung, and many more were many ways to kill someone. Killua knew that his older brother actually did prefer to kill his victims by using needles that would impale the enemies body in many ways. The albino serval itself had been a victim to the needles and knew exactly how deadly they could be. He had the scars to prove the damage that they caused. Not only were the massive needles lethal, but they could also be laced with a variety of different poisons. He was fairly certain that his brother changed out what poisons were on the needles after each job he went on, making it extremely difficult to prepare for the other Zoldyck. The assassin didn't really have to worry about his brother's poisons as he was trained to be immune to specialized poisons and poisons that anyone could make. Even now while he lived a somewhat peaceful life, Killua was more than capable of dealing a lethal blow to any animal that he came across. As he suspected, a non-warbound group like the Elysium trusted too many faces. This could easily get them killed if they weren't careful, as he could have lied about being peaceful and destroyed them from the inside out. It was entirely possible for an event like that to appear in groups like this, but the Elysium was lucky in that there were very few conflicts that dealt with them anyway. Before he was even introduced to the clans or tribes, Killua would simply take the life of someone that annoyed him. All it would take was the swift movement of his claws to dispatch any other animal. There were several accounts of the young male killing butlers that turned out to be an annoyance toward him at the time. Sure, he got scolded for killing a butler, but they could always hire new ones and it wasn't detrimental for them to lose butlers. After a while, part of the training to be a Zoldyck butler would be able to realize signs of annoyance from any of the family members so that the butler would know when to make a speedy exit. Even then, it wasn't foolproof and butlers were still killed or potentially even experimented on by his older brother just to test a theory. Killua wasn't really that cruel.
Once he took the jobs in the clans the assassin would immediately threaten the lives of those that he came across as soon as they started asking questions that they didn't need to know. Some instances showed that some of the animals that he ran into said that they recognized him, which was completely impossible because he had never been there previously. This lead to Killua becoming violent with those that he believed to be lying, even pressing his claws against another apprentice's throat as a threat. Yet, the apprentice didn't really seem to care. It was bad for an assassin to kill non-targets, and Killua used that excuse to keep that clanner alive for the time being. The temper that he had now was drastically different from his past self. He kept himself calm in most situations and hid the cruel side of himself away from any onlookers so that they would not grow suspicious. Besides, he was always attempting to keep a low profile in these groups so that his brother wouldn't be able to catch wind of him and figure out his current location. Now that London was back, he has a reason to train and grow stronger to attempt to defeat his brother. His older brother was several years older than he was and immediately had more experience than him. The wildcat had a lot to get done, but they didn't call him a prodigy for nothing. The sight of death did not deter the assassin in the slightest. Over the course of his life, he had seen many horrific scenes, some of which he had created himself. He killed clan leaders. He destroyed smaller groups. As long as they had paid well, Killua was completely up for the job as long as it got him out of the mansion for a while. The albino serval didn't really see corpses all that much as of late, as there seemed to be a time of peace. Killua already knew there was a matter of time before the peace was completely abandoned. Or, until he got himself into trouble which was known to happen from time to time. Especially when it pertained to his mental state, which wasn't in the right place more often than not. The wildcat needed to take more care now that London was around so that he didn't accidentally hurt his one and only friend. Because of the appearance of London, he secretly increased the number of patrols that he had been doing as a means to make sure that nothing happened while he was around.
Usually, in groups, he designated himself as the protector as long as he was taking shelter here. It didn't matter who lived there, he would make sure to protect them no matter what. No, he probably wouldn't sacrifice for a stranger, but he would certainly try his best. Circusclowns teaching always echoed in his head as he patrolled the area. The albino serval was walking around the territory of Elysium, his enhanced senses constantly on to make sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary. Even without the power, the serval had amazing hearing and could even hear movement underground. His metal claws were unsheathed to get a better grip of the mountain. It was only a matter of time before his enhanced senses listened to what sounded like a fight going on. Vocalizations that were made by lions could be heard, which was strange as there were no lions that existed in Elysium from his current knowledge. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed as he attempted to concentrate and find the source of the sound, before hearing it on the top of the mountain. It was going to take him a couple of minutes without his powers to reach his designation, but he did it quick nonetheless. Silently, he came over the edge of the mountain to a bloody scene before him. He looked at a full grown male lion that was laying in a pool of its own blood. There were no scents that he recognized off of the lion if there were even scents at all. In fact, the only scent that he recognized was an Elysium member. His eyes remained narrowed as he came across and inspected the lion's body. There were scorch marks on the ground and melted snow. Signifying that there were probably fire elementals that were used in some way. There were arrows that were embedded in several spots on the lion's body. The lethal blows located on the side of the lion, and through the wildcat's throat. Not exactly the cleanest of kills, but it got the job done. The arrows helped him figure out slightly who did it since there was only one animal that he believed was capable of using arrows. Well, she had only asked about help with a quiver, so there was a small chance that it wasn't her, but the likelihood still remained strong. The albino serval continued to look over the body to make sure that there was nothing else interesting about it. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he noticed bloody paw prints heading down the trail of the maintain.
Turning on his enhanced senses, the albino serval listened for any movement nearby and was able to hear pawsteps moving away from the scene. Interesting. He couldn't identify which individual was by their pawsteps, but they were an Elysium member. Instead of taking the trail, Killua began to walk along the mountainside, picking up the pace so that he would get in front of where he could drop down in front of the animal on the trail from the mountain. Flicking his large white ears, the male would look over the edge that he was on, to notice a familiar figure following the trail of the mountain. Rin. Killua waited a couple of moments, before using his long legs to help him climb down the side of the mountain, before letting himself drop the rest of the way. His legs bent upon the impact of landing on the trail and in front of Rin, his movements making no noise. The wildcat kept a neutral look on his face as he gazed at the domestic cat's condition. Killua easily noticed the severe burns that covered small sections of the domestic cat's body. Burns that would certainly need medical attention, but Killua made no movement to help the female. For all he knew, she could have murdered the lion in cold blood. The burns did go with the use of fire elementals, but it seemed that the lion had those powers and not Rin themselves. After looking her over, the silence between them would finally be broken. "So, what was that about?" Killua questioned calmly toward the domestic cat. To get his point across, the albino serval raised one of his paws and conjured up a regular arrow and twirled it in between his claws. He didn't know the full story and wanted an explanation. Although, it partly wasn't his business. But if this domestic cat was killing animals, it could potentially put his only friend in danger.
Once he took the jobs in the clans the assassin would immediately threaten the lives of those that he came across as soon as they started asking questions that they didn't need to know. Some instances showed that some of the animals that he ran into said that they recognized him, which was completely impossible because he had never been there previously. This lead to Killua becoming violent with those that he believed to be lying, even pressing his claws against another apprentice's throat as a threat. Yet, the apprentice didn't really seem to care. It was bad for an assassin to kill non-targets, and Killua used that excuse to keep that clanner alive for the time being. The temper that he had now was drastically different from his past self. He kept himself calm in most situations and hid the cruel side of himself away from any onlookers so that they would not grow suspicious. Besides, he was always attempting to keep a low profile in these groups so that his brother wouldn't be able to catch wind of him and figure out his current location. Now that London was back, he has a reason to train and grow stronger to attempt to defeat his brother. His older brother was several years older than he was and immediately had more experience than him. The wildcat had a lot to get done, but they didn't call him a prodigy for nothing. The sight of death did not deter the assassin in the slightest. Over the course of his life, he had seen many horrific scenes, some of which he had created himself. He killed clan leaders. He destroyed smaller groups. As long as they had paid well, Killua was completely up for the job as long as it got him out of the mansion for a while. The albino serval didn't really see corpses all that much as of late, as there seemed to be a time of peace. Killua already knew there was a matter of time before the peace was completely abandoned. Or, until he got himself into trouble which was known to happen from time to time. Especially when it pertained to his mental state, which wasn't in the right place more often than not. The wildcat needed to take more care now that London was around so that he didn't accidentally hurt his one and only friend. Because of the appearance of London, he secretly increased the number of patrols that he had been doing as a means to make sure that nothing happened while he was around.
Usually, in groups, he designated himself as the protector as long as he was taking shelter here. It didn't matter who lived there, he would make sure to protect them no matter what. No, he probably wouldn't sacrifice for a stranger, but he would certainly try his best. Circusclowns teaching always echoed in his head as he patrolled the area. The albino serval was walking around the territory of Elysium, his enhanced senses constantly on to make sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary. Even without the power, the serval had amazing hearing and could even hear movement underground. His metal claws were unsheathed to get a better grip of the mountain. It was only a matter of time before his enhanced senses listened to what sounded like a fight going on. Vocalizations that were made by lions could be heard, which was strange as there were no lions that existed in Elysium from his current knowledge. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed as he attempted to concentrate and find the source of the sound, before hearing it on the top of the mountain. It was going to take him a couple of minutes without his powers to reach his designation, but he did it quick nonetheless. Silently, he came over the edge of the mountain to a bloody scene before him. He looked at a full grown male lion that was laying in a pool of its own blood. There were no scents that he recognized off of the lion if there were even scents at all. In fact, the only scent that he recognized was an Elysium member. His eyes remained narrowed as he came across and inspected the lion's body. There were scorch marks on the ground and melted snow. Signifying that there were probably fire elementals that were used in some way. There were arrows that were embedded in several spots on the lion's body. The lethal blows located on the side of the lion, and through the wildcat's throat. Not exactly the cleanest of kills, but it got the job done. The arrows helped him figure out slightly who did it since there was only one animal that he believed was capable of using arrows. Well, she had only asked about help with a quiver, so there was a small chance that it wasn't her, but the likelihood still remained strong. The albino serval continued to look over the body to make sure that there was nothing else interesting about it. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he noticed bloody paw prints heading down the trail of the maintain.
Turning on his enhanced senses, the albino serval listened for any movement nearby and was able to hear pawsteps moving away from the scene. Interesting. He couldn't identify which individual was by their pawsteps, but they were an Elysium member. Instead of taking the trail, Killua began to walk along the mountainside, picking up the pace so that he would get in front of where he could drop down in front of the animal on the trail from the mountain. Flicking his large white ears, the male would look over the edge that he was on, to notice a familiar figure following the trail of the mountain. Rin. Killua waited a couple of moments, before using his long legs to help him climb down the side of the mountain, before letting himself drop the rest of the way. His legs bent upon the impact of landing on the trail and in front of Rin, his movements making no noise. The wildcat kept a neutral look on his face as he gazed at the domestic cat's condition. Killua easily noticed the severe burns that covered small sections of the domestic cat's body. Burns that would certainly need medical attention, but Killua made no movement to help the female. For all he knew, she could have murdered the lion in cold blood. The burns did go with the use of fire elementals, but it seemed that the lion had those powers and not Rin themselves. After looking her over, the silence between them would finally be broken. "So, what was that about?" Killua questioned calmly toward the domestic cat. To get his point across, the albino serval raised one of his paws and conjured up a regular arrow and twirled it in between his claws. He didn't know the full story and wanted an explanation. Although, it partly wasn't his business. But if this domestic cat was killing animals, it could potentially put his only friend in danger.
elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO