05-12-2018, 02:54 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua felt as is 'home' was a relative term in most regards. At least when it came in regard to himself as he didn't know exactly what home had really entailed for him. His parents had once told him that his home was there with the rest of his family, and he had believed them for such a long time. That there wasn't anything to worry about other than the mansion that he had lived in with his family. He wasn't dragged away from that 'home' and instead he had left it knowing what was waiting for him out in the world with him. The assassin had no reason to want to stay with a place that wanted nothing more to manipulate him and strip away the freedom that he had so desperately wanted since he was a child. That wasn't his home, and he would probably never consider it to be his home no matter how far away he went from it. His family was extremely manipulative and brutal when it came to how they had raised him. As soon as he was old enough to start walking and talking, they gave him little chance to seek out a life for himself as his training had started from an extremely young age. Something that would be considered almost taboo when it came to the clans in that regard anyway. The assassin had simply put faith in his family that what they were doing would ultimately be for the better good and for his future. He was a naive child that didn't know any different when he was a kitten, and it was only as he grew older as he went on jobs that he realized exactly what he was missing. Did he know how to get it? Of course not. His family had made sure not to teach him extensive social skills if he was ever to somehow leave and try to escape from the mansion that they lived in. This meant that even if he was going to run off on his own, he was going to struggle immensely, and it pissed him off that he was making such slow progress after leaving his family. At least it was better than going through the constant torture and training that they had put someone like him through. The assassin always would remember vividly the horrible things that his family had done to him. The times that they carved into his flesh while he was chained down to make him impervious to most pain that he would come across in the countless battles he would see through. The young male would remember the times that they dumped chemicals and poisons down his throat until he gave no reaction at all as his body built an immunity to it.
Killua was exposed to every single kind of torture that was imaginable in and out of the clans. He had to be prepared, and his family was going to make sure of that. Especially his brother, as it was his brother that had taught him how to be an assassin from the very beginning. His own parents had very little responsibility in raising their own son and instead left that to their eldest offspring. Which even if they had wanted to get involved, Killua doubted that he would have turned out any different as the criteria for his and his sibling's training was fairly similar in that regard. Since he was supposed to inherit the family business of being an assassin, he got a little bit of special treatment among his family. Killua should have figured this much, but he never figured that his training would go to be so extensive. There was even training to where wires were placed on his skin and he was exposed to several different voltages. Probably one of the reasons why he was able to use elemental powers in the first place. He was trained to be a killer instead of being raised a child and a warrior for that of a clan. He had no idea for his own goal in life that he wanted to reach and simply did what his family told him to do. He had to be the picture perfect son after all and never wanted to disappoint his family for the longest time. That was of course until he grew his own backbone. The backbone that he used to make the decision to leave the Zoldyck family. In the process of having to attack his mother and his second oldest brother to get away from the building. Yet, he was free, and he was not. No matter how far away he ran, his past would always catch up with him. The assassin had no reason to want to continue the family business, but his family wasn't going to give him much of a choice as they continue to try and hunt him down even to this day. Killua figures that the night terror that he had gone through recently was because of his family. They usually weren't that bad, and that could also mean that they were losing their patience with him and would eventually find him soon. It wasn't unusual for someone like Killua to keep to himself no matter what place he decided to take shelter in as he ran from his family trying to keep hidden as much as possible. Did he consider Snowbound his home? Not really. He wasn't even sure what the definition of home was, and since he moved from groups to groups it meant he didn't stay in one place for very long. The albino serval needed to keep moving to keep on his toes and to prevent his family from finding him a lot easier. However, he was staying for quite a while in Snowbound now, several months to be exact, and he had finally managed to make his first friend. Which he had been ecstatic about, but that was before he had a night terror of taking her life. Now he wasn't quite so sure if he even belonged in a place like this. The injuries that he had gotten were healing, but they were healing pretty slow to at least his standards.
The wounds were self-inflicted thanks to him thrashing around during his night terror. He could have died from blood loss if he hadn't woken up, so he guessed that he had escaped death for the third time now. He hadn't been walking around the territory as much as he wanted to keep to himself to gather his thoughts about what his dream actually meant, trying to pick clues through all the horrid images. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as his paws made no sound as they made their way through the snow. The wildcat constantly had his air elementals on, which made it so that it was impossible to catch his scent and muffled his pawsteps to make it almost impossible to hear him. His species also made him bigger than most domestic breeds despite his age, which he used for advantage in battle. The wildcat had bandages wrapped around his right leg and around his neck. The white supplies almost blending into his slightly long fur, except for the one on his right arm where blood seemed to be seeping through the bandage, yet no smell of blood could be scented. The assassin made it seem like his injuries weren't all that serious, as while he was walking around he should be limping, but was forcing himself not to so that he wouldn't seem to be weak. Hearing voices, one that he recognized and one that he didn't catch the Snowstriker's attention as he began to make his way over. Killua blinked his sapphire blue eyes when he noticed Jacob was near someone, someone that he didn't recognize. Over the past couple of days, he had kept to himself for his recovery and had avoided everyone, including London out of fear of the power that he did possess. He flicked his shortened tail as he debated whether or not to go over to see what was up. Sighing to himself, the albino serval made his way over, his paws making no sound as they crunched in the snow. The creature was certainly interesting looking and close to the same size he was. He could tell by the small physical features, a hybrid. He had seen plenty of Savannah's before in his life, although he believed that serval's were superior and more capable than the likes of a hybrid. But that was him just looking at it logically. "You look like a lemon among all the snow." Killua would state as he came over, a neutral look spread across his facial features as his large white ears were directed in Atbash's direction. He didn't know the female, but it was obvious that something was bothering her due to her body language. "Must be something important for you to space out like that." The assassin would state again, although everything he said was more of a tease than anything. He wondered if she would introduce herself first, as he was never really a fan of introducing his name first in the end. Opening his mouth, a lollipop seemed to appear out of nowhere, his jaws clamping down on the candy like it was any other day, as he sat himself a distance away from the rest, not bothering to sit next to Jacob. The only one that he really sat next to was London, but that was because she was his friend, the only friend he had in the group at the moment and knew exactly what he was capable of.
Killua was exposed to every single kind of torture that was imaginable in and out of the clans. He had to be prepared, and his family was going to make sure of that. Especially his brother, as it was his brother that had taught him how to be an assassin from the very beginning. His own parents had very little responsibility in raising their own son and instead left that to their eldest offspring. Which even if they had wanted to get involved, Killua doubted that he would have turned out any different as the criteria for his and his sibling's training was fairly similar in that regard. Since he was supposed to inherit the family business of being an assassin, he got a little bit of special treatment among his family. Killua should have figured this much, but he never figured that his training would go to be so extensive. There was even training to where wires were placed on his skin and he was exposed to several different voltages. Probably one of the reasons why he was able to use elemental powers in the first place. He was trained to be a killer instead of being raised a child and a warrior for that of a clan. He had no idea for his own goal in life that he wanted to reach and simply did what his family told him to do. He had to be the picture perfect son after all and never wanted to disappoint his family for the longest time. That was of course until he grew his own backbone. The backbone that he used to make the decision to leave the Zoldyck family. In the process of having to attack his mother and his second oldest brother to get away from the building. Yet, he was free, and he was not. No matter how far away he ran, his past would always catch up with him. The assassin had no reason to want to continue the family business, but his family wasn't going to give him much of a choice as they continue to try and hunt him down even to this day. Killua figures that the night terror that he had gone through recently was because of his family. They usually weren't that bad, and that could also mean that they were losing their patience with him and would eventually find him soon. It wasn't unusual for someone like Killua to keep to himself no matter what place he decided to take shelter in as he ran from his family trying to keep hidden as much as possible. Did he consider Snowbound his home? Not really. He wasn't even sure what the definition of home was, and since he moved from groups to groups it meant he didn't stay in one place for very long. The albino serval needed to keep moving to keep on his toes and to prevent his family from finding him a lot easier. However, he was staying for quite a while in Snowbound now, several months to be exact, and he had finally managed to make his first friend. Which he had been ecstatic about, but that was before he had a night terror of taking her life. Now he wasn't quite so sure if he even belonged in a place like this. The injuries that he had gotten were healing, but they were healing pretty slow to at least his standards.
The wounds were self-inflicted thanks to him thrashing around during his night terror. He could have died from blood loss if he hadn't woken up, so he guessed that he had escaped death for the third time now. He hadn't been walking around the territory as much as he wanted to keep to himself to gather his thoughts about what his dream actually meant, trying to pick clues through all the horrid images. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as his paws made no sound as they made their way through the snow. The wildcat constantly had his air elementals on, which made it so that it was impossible to catch his scent and muffled his pawsteps to make it almost impossible to hear him. His species also made him bigger than most domestic breeds despite his age, which he used for advantage in battle. The wildcat had bandages wrapped around his right leg and around his neck. The white supplies almost blending into his slightly long fur, except for the one on his right arm where blood seemed to be seeping through the bandage, yet no smell of blood could be scented. The assassin made it seem like his injuries weren't all that serious, as while he was walking around he should be limping, but was forcing himself not to so that he wouldn't seem to be weak. Hearing voices, one that he recognized and one that he didn't catch the Snowstriker's attention as he began to make his way over. Killua blinked his sapphire blue eyes when he noticed Jacob was near someone, someone that he didn't recognize. Over the past couple of days, he had kept to himself for his recovery and had avoided everyone, including London out of fear of the power that he did possess. He flicked his shortened tail as he debated whether or not to go over to see what was up. Sighing to himself, the albino serval made his way over, his paws making no sound as they crunched in the snow. The creature was certainly interesting looking and close to the same size he was. He could tell by the small physical features, a hybrid. He had seen plenty of Savannah's before in his life, although he believed that serval's were superior and more capable than the likes of a hybrid. But that was him just looking at it logically. "You look like a lemon among all the snow." Killua would state as he came over, a neutral look spread across his facial features as his large white ears were directed in Atbash's direction. He didn't know the female, but it was obvious that something was bothering her due to her body language. "Must be something important for you to space out like that." The assassin would state again, although everything he said was more of a tease than anything. He wondered if she would introduce herself first, as he was never really a fan of introducing his name first in the end. Opening his mouth, a lollipop seemed to appear out of nowhere, his jaws clamping down on the candy like it was any other day, as he sat himself a distance away from the rest, not bothering to sit next to Jacob. The only one that he really sat next to was London, but that was because she was his friend, the only friend he had in the group at the moment and knew exactly what he was capable of.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO