01-25-2017, 07:15 AM
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KILLUA
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[Summary: Killua is walking through Thunderclan territory, not giving off any scents since he doesn't smell like anything, so the only way for your character to find him by scent is to follow the scent of candy as he has a satchel full of it. Killua isn't doing anything suspicious, just walking toward the center of camp]
He was a little bit annoyed. Probably more than annoyed if someone had seen him coming toward the clans anyway. He was done with his family, especially after the way that they had treated him. Just because he hadn't been able to kill a specific someone they had to freak out when they thought that he was going to rebel against them. Now, they had given him a reason to actually go up against them without really having to worry about Illumi since he was off doing a contract of sorts. The assassin was on his own now, and as far as Killua knew, he had moved away from the clans that he had once decided to take part in. He had considered all of them being weak, capable of taking down some of their leaders in the first place. Yet, it had felt like that he had started making bonds before he had been called back to that damned castle. The castle where he had been kept in most of his life that he didn't want to deal with anymore. Who did they think they were? They were practically dictators! A lot worse than dictators because they were all assassins and probably didn't treat themselves like the regular family would think they would. They secretly cared about each other, but when it came to harming one another they practically relished in that moment because they didn't exactly get along either. Killua always had fun picking fights with Milluki because the fat cougar could never really do anything against him. Knowing that Killua was a lot stronger than he was in the first place. He messed with the butlers, but that was practically what they were there for. They were there to keep him entertained and to keep him in that damned castle that his mother said that was where he belonged. The female not realizing what she was doing to her son, and instead of trying to drive him closer to her, she simply drove him away. Each time he thought of his crazed mother, Killua couldn't help but cringe a little bit on the inside and the outside of his features. The assassin didn't have time to deal with his mother, even if she had tried to stop him from leaving after he had stabbed her in the face. What? He had to get out of that place somehow. What he didn't understand about the clans that he had once been in, was that there were creatures there that seemed to recognize him for some reason. When it came to the Zoldyck name, few creatures were able to put a picture to their faces. Pictures of them worth quite a lot of money on the black market. The albino serval had been confused at first when creatures began to say that they knew him. He tried to ignore those specific creatures, but they never seemed to shut up and continued to tell him that they knew him. He got it already! He couldn't remember anything before going to that group of clans. He didn't know whether or not it was even worth staying there since the only creature that was strong there happened to be the leader at the time.
Killua considered most of the clanners that were there to be weak because they couldn't even beat him in a spar of all things. He easily over powered those creatures there, and each time he even remotely interacted with him, they constantly glared at him. Not like Killua showed that he cared, and instead used that to his advantage to piss everyone around him off for good measure. Just to shove it in their faces that they couldn't go up against his power and that it was useless trying to start a fight with him. Besides, if they tried to then he would just end up killing them in the end anyway. The assassin had no remorse for those that look at him like he's garbage or that he isn't a capable fighter when he has more experience than most adults thanks to the way that he was raised, still technically being raised over these months that he was traveling to get away from his family. Why did he leave the clan that he had been in? Simply because that assassin had found out that the leader that had been there had perished. Which was disappointing, because he had thought that the female would last a lot longer than that for sure. Killua didn't see any reason to stay around anymore on the account that there was no one to give him a challenge. Or really anyone to look at and try to train himself better so that one day he had the potential to beat them as well. Now that was certainly going to be difficult but he never got the chance to kill the female like he had been asked to do. It was because of HER that she had started everything. But it had also been his own actions that had caused this to happen to him, as he knows that he didn't have to means to want to kill anymore. That doesn't mean he wouldn't do it out of rage or out of annoyance, as he had no morals when it came to thinking that life was sacred and should be protected. Killua having only ever been taught how to take away life and nothing else. The assassin knew how to do his job well and also quick, so there was no one to challenge the likes of him either. He knew everything that it came to anatomy, knowing exactly where to strike at the right moment and sever arteries in his attacks. He didn't want to kill FOR his family. This doesn't mean that he wouldn't kill again. Far from hit actually. It's in his blood after all, his past stained with the crimson liquid, meaning that there is no way to really redeem himself to those that he ends up meeting. Killua didn't want to be used as some sort of pawn for his family to think that he would inherit the family name. He didn't want to be in charge of that damned castle. He didn't want to be like his father that just occasionally took on jobs other than that just sitting in his room. Killua remembered being jealous of the children that had grown up in the clan that he had used to belong in. He remembered how they had laughed and just went about their lives not worrying about their training. He remembered glaring at those same children in jealousy that he could never be that care free.
Thanks to the way he had been trained, Killua wasn't able to relax like most creatures. He had the mindset that anyone could become a potential enemy if they knew exactly who he was. Luckily most of the clans that he has come into contact with don't know the Zoldyck name. Not like he introduces his last name in the first place. The assassin has to figure out exactly what he wants with his life, and honestly doesn't really have an idea where he is going. The one thing he had realized though, whatever his brother had did to him back at the castle, had stunted his powers for some reason. The powers that he used to had. It confused Killua, but it also managed to frustrate him quite a bit as he even walked past a tree before Thunderclan territory and raked his metal claws down the bark. It didn't hurt him, thanks to his large pain tolerance that had developed over time. His concern now was to make sure that he wasn't being followed, and thanks to his large ears and amazing hearing, he couldn't hear anything other than the local wildlife that was around him. The only creature that he had to worry about would have to be his brother. The black tiger always seemed to like bringing pain to the other, and also had been the one to teach Killua everything that he had to know when it came to killing creatures. Being tortured since he was a kitten wasn't exactly the best way to live a life. The scars hidden underneath his unusually thick fur telling more stories than he could by speaking them. Not like he would to the clanners that he was about to meet. He remembered some clan names here and there, but didn't really care to learn about how they functioned. Killua knew that there had been a rule where they had to practically accept anyone that wasn't acting threatening. What kind of rule was that?! Killua himself knew well enough that there were creatures around that would happily lie and fake their way into a place like that just to kill those that are important. Yet they acted so carefree and did nothing to stop them. They had made that same mistake with the assassin in letting him into their lives, as a couple days later corpses had been lined onto the territory boundary on the factor that it had been when he was forced to kill for his families sake. Hopefully he wouldn't have to worry about them anymore.
The assassin's pawsteps were silent as he walked through the bright green forest. There was only one reason why someone should think his presence is around, and that is his pelt color, that easily stands out against the vegetation that surrounds the territory that he is currently walking through. The Zoldyck knows that he will probably be approached soon. Not like he cares. It's not hard to play dumb and say that he had gotten lost. After all he's just a kid right? How easily adults were fooled by a young face. The male's metal claws could be somewhat seen. His family having experimented on him when he was younger so that they took out his regular claws that he was born with, and replaced them with long metal claws that were even sharper than swords were. The length of them even too long for the sheathes so even if he had them sheathed, the tip of the metal claws could still be seen. He guessed that his enemies should be lucky that he only has those claws on his front paws and not all of them, as it would mean it would be extremely hard for anyone to try and do anything. Blinking his sapphire blue optics, the male began to take his surroundings into consideration. The forest looked like any other forest that he had been into. Not too fancy. What did catch his gaze though was the building that was off into the distance. It was quite tall, and the trees surrounded it. Had humans abandoned it? probably. The young albino serval actually wore a satchel around his shoulders, that had a sweet smell coming from it. If anyone try to take the satchel away from him, Killua would have no fear in amputating the limb that tried to reach for it. His candy being one of the many prized possessions right now. Especially since he can't exactly conjure the stuff having lost most of his powers when he had gone back to the castle that he once called home. Huffing to himself, Killua wore a neutral look spread across his facial features as he continued to walk through Thunderclan territory. He didn't know what the clan name was, he just knew that there was information he had gotten from a passerby that there was a clan over this way. Hopefully this group would prove more of a challenge than the last one. Flicking his shortened tail, if anyone came across the albino wildcat, one would figure out that there was no scent that came off of him. Nothing. He simply smelled like the air that surrounded this place, yet not a Thunderclanner either. The only smell that could be coming from around him were the sweets that were hidden in his satchel.
He was a little bit annoyed. Probably more than annoyed if someone had seen him coming toward the clans anyway. He was done with his family, especially after the way that they had treated him. Just because he hadn't been able to kill a specific someone they had to freak out when they thought that he was going to rebel against them. Now, they had given him a reason to actually go up against them without really having to worry about Illumi since he was off doing a contract of sorts. The assassin was on his own now, and as far as Killua knew, he had moved away from the clans that he had once decided to take part in. He had considered all of them being weak, capable of taking down some of their leaders in the first place. Yet, it had felt like that he had started making bonds before he had been called back to that damned castle. The castle where he had been kept in most of his life that he didn't want to deal with anymore. Who did they think they were? They were practically dictators! A lot worse than dictators because they were all assassins and probably didn't treat themselves like the regular family would think they would. They secretly cared about each other, but when it came to harming one another they practically relished in that moment because they didn't exactly get along either. Killua always had fun picking fights with Milluki because the fat cougar could never really do anything against him. Knowing that Killua was a lot stronger than he was in the first place. He messed with the butlers, but that was practically what they were there for. They were there to keep him entertained and to keep him in that damned castle that his mother said that was where he belonged. The female not realizing what she was doing to her son, and instead of trying to drive him closer to her, she simply drove him away. Each time he thought of his crazed mother, Killua couldn't help but cringe a little bit on the inside and the outside of his features. The assassin didn't have time to deal with his mother, even if she had tried to stop him from leaving after he had stabbed her in the face. What? He had to get out of that place somehow. What he didn't understand about the clans that he had once been in, was that there were creatures there that seemed to recognize him for some reason. When it came to the Zoldyck name, few creatures were able to put a picture to their faces. Pictures of them worth quite a lot of money on the black market. The albino serval had been confused at first when creatures began to say that they knew him. He tried to ignore those specific creatures, but they never seemed to shut up and continued to tell him that they knew him. He got it already! He couldn't remember anything before going to that group of clans. He didn't know whether or not it was even worth staying there since the only creature that was strong there happened to be the leader at the time.
Killua considered most of the clanners that were there to be weak because they couldn't even beat him in a spar of all things. He easily over powered those creatures there, and each time he even remotely interacted with him, they constantly glared at him. Not like Killua showed that he cared, and instead used that to his advantage to piss everyone around him off for good measure. Just to shove it in their faces that they couldn't go up against his power and that it was useless trying to start a fight with him. Besides, if they tried to then he would just end up killing them in the end anyway. The assassin had no remorse for those that look at him like he's garbage or that he isn't a capable fighter when he has more experience than most adults thanks to the way that he was raised, still technically being raised over these months that he was traveling to get away from his family. Why did he leave the clan that he had been in? Simply because that assassin had found out that the leader that had been there had perished. Which was disappointing, because he had thought that the female would last a lot longer than that for sure. Killua didn't see any reason to stay around anymore on the account that there was no one to give him a challenge. Or really anyone to look at and try to train himself better so that one day he had the potential to beat them as well. Now that was certainly going to be difficult but he never got the chance to kill the female like he had been asked to do. It was because of HER that she had started everything. But it had also been his own actions that had caused this to happen to him, as he knows that he didn't have to means to want to kill anymore. That doesn't mean he wouldn't do it out of rage or out of annoyance, as he had no morals when it came to thinking that life was sacred and should be protected. Killua having only ever been taught how to take away life and nothing else. The assassin knew how to do his job well and also quick, so there was no one to challenge the likes of him either. He knew everything that it came to anatomy, knowing exactly where to strike at the right moment and sever arteries in his attacks. He didn't want to kill FOR his family. This doesn't mean that he wouldn't kill again. Far from hit actually. It's in his blood after all, his past stained with the crimson liquid, meaning that there is no way to really redeem himself to those that he ends up meeting. Killua didn't want to be used as some sort of pawn for his family to think that he would inherit the family name. He didn't want to be in charge of that damned castle. He didn't want to be like his father that just occasionally took on jobs other than that just sitting in his room. Killua remembered being jealous of the children that had grown up in the clan that he had used to belong in. He remembered how they had laughed and just went about their lives not worrying about their training. He remembered glaring at those same children in jealousy that he could never be that care free.
Thanks to the way he had been trained, Killua wasn't able to relax like most creatures. He had the mindset that anyone could become a potential enemy if they knew exactly who he was. Luckily most of the clans that he has come into contact with don't know the Zoldyck name. Not like he introduces his last name in the first place. The assassin has to figure out exactly what he wants with his life, and honestly doesn't really have an idea where he is going. The one thing he had realized though, whatever his brother had did to him back at the castle, had stunted his powers for some reason. The powers that he used to had. It confused Killua, but it also managed to frustrate him quite a bit as he even walked past a tree before Thunderclan territory and raked his metal claws down the bark. It didn't hurt him, thanks to his large pain tolerance that had developed over time. His concern now was to make sure that he wasn't being followed, and thanks to his large ears and amazing hearing, he couldn't hear anything other than the local wildlife that was around him. The only creature that he had to worry about would have to be his brother. The black tiger always seemed to like bringing pain to the other, and also had been the one to teach Killua everything that he had to know when it came to killing creatures. Being tortured since he was a kitten wasn't exactly the best way to live a life. The scars hidden underneath his unusually thick fur telling more stories than he could by speaking them. Not like he would to the clanners that he was about to meet. He remembered some clan names here and there, but didn't really care to learn about how they functioned. Killua knew that there had been a rule where they had to practically accept anyone that wasn't acting threatening. What kind of rule was that?! Killua himself knew well enough that there were creatures around that would happily lie and fake their way into a place like that just to kill those that are important. Yet they acted so carefree and did nothing to stop them. They had made that same mistake with the assassin in letting him into their lives, as a couple days later corpses had been lined onto the territory boundary on the factor that it had been when he was forced to kill for his families sake. Hopefully he wouldn't have to worry about them anymore.
The assassin's pawsteps were silent as he walked through the bright green forest. There was only one reason why someone should think his presence is around, and that is his pelt color, that easily stands out against the vegetation that surrounds the territory that he is currently walking through. The Zoldyck knows that he will probably be approached soon. Not like he cares. It's not hard to play dumb and say that he had gotten lost. After all he's just a kid right? How easily adults were fooled by a young face. The male's metal claws could be somewhat seen. His family having experimented on him when he was younger so that they took out his regular claws that he was born with, and replaced them with long metal claws that were even sharper than swords were. The length of them even too long for the sheathes so even if he had them sheathed, the tip of the metal claws could still be seen. He guessed that his enemies should be lucky that he only has those claws on his front paws and not all of them, as it would mean it would be extremely hard for anyone to try and do anything. Blinking his sapphire blue optics, the male began to take his surroundings into consideration. The forest looked like any other forest that he had been into. Not too fancy. What did catch his gaze though was the building that was off into the distance. It was quite tall, and the trees surrounded it. Had humans abandoned it? probably. The young albino serval actually wore a satchel around his shoulders, that had a sweet smell coming from it. If anyone try to take the satchel away from him, Killua would have no fear in amputating the limb that tried to reach for it. His candy being one of the many prized possessions right now. Especially since he can't exactly conjure the stuff having lost most of his powers when he had gone back to the castle that he once called home. Huffing to himself, Killua wore a neutral look spread across his facial features as he continued to walk through Thunderclan territory. He didn't know what the clan name was, he just knew that there was information he had gotten from a passerby that there was a clan over this way. Hopefully this group would prove more of a challenge than the last one. Flicking his shortened tail, if anyone came across the albino wildcat, one would figure out that there was no scent that came off of him. Nothing. He simply smelled like the air that surrounded this place, yet not a Thunderclanner either. The only smell that could be coming from around him were the sweets that were hidden in his satchel.
clan -- apprentice -- male -- 6 moons -- [abbr=35lb albino serval w/ front metal claws and w/sapphire blue eyes - steps are completely silent and immune to poison and electricity - extreme difficulty - No Capture/Kill - attack in paleturquoise]tags (hover)[/abbr]
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO