07-08-2019, 05:25 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Coping mechanisms varied between each individual. Killua probably has seen each and every type of coping with all the different faces he ended up meeting during his journeys. From those hurting themselves to drinking, to drugs, and then to actual healthy coping mechanisms. Everyone had them, as it was impossible to not have them in a world where it was considered to be fairly cruel for the majority. This did not mean that he judged those that did have unhealthy coping mechanisms. He wasn't perfect either, and he wasn't entirely sure what could be considered his coping mechanism. Inflicting pain on himself wouldn't work as he wouldn't feel such pain unless he started to break his bones. He couldn't do that since it would stunt the training that he had been working on recently and needed to continue doing. He couldn't drink alcohol, because alcohol did not have the same effect on him as it did other animals. His body filtered it almost like that of poison, and having been tortured by poisons at a younger age his body simply would filter it out. Killua only ever had alcohol once, and he had to say that he hated the taste of the substance and would much rather deal with something sweeter at the end of the day. The same went for drugs, as drugs didn't have adverse effects to him, at least he would think it would work similarly to the poisons that he had ingested. Killua had never tried any drug before and would prefer not to because drugs could easily shape his personality and mental attitude at the time. He didn't want to resort to clouding his mind when he constantly needed to be on alert for his family and any other dangers to those that he cared about. Killua's coping mechanism usually ended up with physical exhaustion as he wouldn't let himself sleep and grow extremely exhausted. At a young age, he was forced to function several days without sleep, and he was well beyond this threshold. He wouldn't let himself sleep fully, and instead would take a couple minute naps where he had the time. He had all the time in the world in a place of peace, but he felt like he was slowly running out of time.
The albino serval also did not eat as much as he should. Several times he was thankful for his thick fur hiding any sign of malnutrition on his body. Most of the time anyone in Elysium or even Snowbound only ever really saw him eating candy and nothing else. He didn't have the best diet in the world, but it wasn't killing him and he could function just fine without as much meat in his diet. He hated the taste of it anyway and preferred to eat food that was mostly prepared by humans. Killua never talked to others about his problems or fears, and if he did it meant that he had no other choice to ask for help. He never wanted anyone to get mixed up with the family drama he was constantly dealing with, but sometimes that wasn't his choice to make as others stood by his side ready to defend him despite that. Killua had no idea who Ada was, other than that the Pittian member knew one of the Elysium members. The jaguars visit made little to no sense to Killua as the jaguar seemed to just come to Elysium to deliver a warning. This made the assassin think that the Pitt was planning something, and if they were he planned on stopping them in their tracks and killing them before they had a chance to do anything. He would easily kill in order to defend those that he cared about, no questions asked. Killua made sure to memorize the jaguar's appearance in case she ever appeared again. She had been given a warning, and if she was to return again, then she wouldn't be given a second chance to appease to the group and would be regarded with hostility from the serval. Having slaughtered dragons before in his current form, dealing with a jaguar would be an easy kill. He killed jaguars before, and he was fairly certain the last time he did was in Snowbound, a kill that he for once regretted. Killua did not live in a place that was designated as the camp for Elysium. He never lived in the camp when he lived in Snowbound either and instead opted to live by himself. This would protect those that lived in the clan from himself and also allowed him some form of privacy as well. Despite being here for a couple of months now he didn't exactly trust those around to be near him, at least not entirely.
The only times Killua was in camp was checking to make sure his friends were okay, and if there was anything interesting going on. He never came for food or to have regular social interactions with others. He wasn't the most social in the clan, and he probably would never be in this case. This time around, he had been looking for Stark, his father figure not having reared his head in a while now. He flicked his large white ears as he adjusted Koru around his neck. The albino black mamba was enjoying the newfound warmth of the season, while Killua hated it. A sigh escaped his jaws as he began to walk toward the exit of the camp when he heard a somewhat familiar voice. He didn't even know the domestic cat's name, as he had never seen her before in his life. The sound of shouting caught his attention, and to make sure that there was nothing seriously wrong, he began to make his way toward that direction. His pawsteps were silent and no scent could be detected from his body. As he neared, the smell of alcohol hit his senses, causing his nose to wrinkle in partial disgust to the smell. Well, he could deduce what was happening. Keeping to the wall of the home, he cautiously peered into the room where he spotted the domestic cat that he saw earlier today. He spotted several bottles of alcohol on the floor, and couldn't help but roll his sapphire blue eyes. Killua had never been perfect when it came to comforting those that were in distress. This was one of those situations, as he wasn't entirely sure what he should be doing. His mind told him that he should just walk away and continue with the rest of the day. A sigh escaped his jaws as he used one of his white paws to slowly push the door open a little bit. He didn't dare enter the house, and instead just stood outside of it. "Uhhhh... you okay in here?" Killua questioned in somewhat of an awkward tone. Obviously, she wasn't okay, but if she told him to go away he wouldn't hesitate to leave and let her finish drinking the rest of the alcohol that she had.
The albino serval also did not eat as much as he should. Several times he was thankful for his thick fur hiding any sign of malnutrition on his body. Most of the time anyone in Elysium or even Snowbound only ever really saw him eating candy and nothing else. He didn't have the best diet in the world, but it wasn't killing him and he could function just fine without as much meat in his diet. He hated the taste of it anyway and preferred to eat food that was mostly prepared by humans. Killua never talked to others about his problems or fears, and if he did it meant that he had no other choice to ask for help. He never wanted anyone to get mixed up with the family drama he was constantly dealing with, but sometimes that wasn't his choice to make as others stood by his side ready to defend him despite that. Killua had no idea who Ada was, other than that the Pittian member knew one of the Elysium members. The jaguars visit made little to no sense to Killua as the jaguar seemed to just come to Elysium to deliver a warning. This made the assassin think that the Pitt was planning something, and if they were he planned on stopping them in their tracks and killing them before they had a chance to do anything. He would easily kill in order to defend those that he cared about, no questions asked. Killua made sure to memorize the jaguar's appearance in case she ever appeared again. She had been given a warning, and if she was to return again, then she wouldn't be given a second chance to appease to the group and would be regarded with hostility from the serval. Having slaughtered dragons before in his current form, dealing with a jaguar would be an easy kill. He killed jaguars before, and he was fairly certain the last time he did was in Snowbound, a kill that he for once regretted. Killua did not live in a place that was designated as the camp for Elysium. He never lived in the camp when he lived in Snowbound either and instead opted to live by himself. This would protect those that lived in the clan from himself and also allowed him some form of privacy as well. Despite being here for a couple of months now he didn't exactly trust those around to be near him, at least not entirely.
The only times Killua was in camp was checking to make sure his friends were okay, and if there was anything interesting going on. He never came for food or to have regular social interactions with others. He wasn't the most social in the clan, and he probably would never be in this case. This time around, he had been looking for Stark, his father figure not having reared his head in a while now. He flicked his large white ears as he adjusted Koru around his neck. The albino black mamba was enjoying the newfound warmth of the season, while Killua hated it. A sigh escaped his jaws as he began to walk toward the exit of the camp when he heard a somewhat familiar voice. He didn't even know the domestic cat's name, as he had never seen her before in his life. The sound of shouting caught his attention, and to make sure that there was nothing seriously wrong, he began to make his way toward that direction. His pawsteps were silent and no scent could be detected from his body. As he neared, the smell of alcohol hit his senses, causing his nose to wrinkle in partial disgust to the smell. Well, he could deduce what was happening. Keeping to the wall of the home, he cautiously peered into the room where he spotted the domestic cat that he saw earlier today. He spotted several bottles of alcohol on the floor, and couldn't help but roll his sapphire blue eyes. Killua had never been perfect when it came to comforting those that were in distress. This was one of those situations, as he wasn't entirely sure what he should be doing. His mind told him that he should just walk away and continue with the rest of the day. A sigh escaped his jaws as he used one of his white paws to slowly push the door open a little bit. He didn't dare enter the house, and instead just stood outside of it. "Uhhhh... you okay in here?" Killua questioned in somewhat of an awkward tone. Obviously, she wasn't okay, but if she told him to go away he wouldn't hesitate to leave and let her finish drinking the rest of the alcohol that she had.
elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO