02-05-2017, 04:02 AM
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★ KILLUA | KILL (BY FAMILY ONLY) | MALE
★ Bisexual
★ 7 moons | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Thunderclan | Trainee | Professional Assassin
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Killua constantly has his sound manipulation on, meaning that no use of super senses are capable of hearing him no matter what. However, due to his white coat, this doesn't mean that he can't be seen either.
★ He has a very bad addiction to candy, and doesn't share it with anyone no matter who they are.
★ Killua will not respect your character right off the bat. Unles sthey express how strong they are, or if they are interesting in his opinion, then there is a chance that he might show respect. Meaning that he will show no respect for ranks.
★ Killua has no morals. Meaning that seeing death doesn't effect him, and if someone dies, he just considers the one that did to be too weak and deserved death.
★ He is not afraid to kill your character, as he believes himself to be stronger than everyone else he comes across due to his training and how he knows the clans after living in them for several months.
★ HE WILL NOT TRUST YOUR CHARACTER. Not right off the bat anyway. Which means he won't give any personal information to them unless he deems them to be interesting.
★ Killua is immune to all deadly chemicals/poisons, and is also immune to electrical attacks. However, just bc he is immune, he still feels the pain from it all, he can just bare the pain. This means that he will get somewhat pissed if poisons are attempted to be used onto him or if someone tries to electrocute him.
RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
★ Left Blizzardclan (aka FF)
★ Residing in Thunderclan (never officially joined)
★ Recently found a secret tunnel into and out of the camp. He's keeping it a secret to himself.
PHYSICAL:
★ ALBINO SERVAL W/ METAL CLAWS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
 30 lbs and the size of a domestic cat, Killua belongs to the wildcat species of the serval. Meaning that his body structure consists of his long legs and his large ears that are perched on the top of his head. The most noticeable feature of him though is that his fur, instead of the usual tan and black, is starking white. Unlike most albino servals though, Killua doesn't show the usual spots of an albino serval, his fur being complately white. He has a lean build, meaning that he is built more for speed, yet there will be strengths behind his attacks. He has numerous scars all over his body, but sadly they can't be seen thanks to being hidden underneath his slightly unusually long fur. Compared to a serval's anyway. His optics express a vibrant electric blue/sapphire hue color to them. Looking at his claws though, the front claws in his front paws are made entirely metal, over inches long meaning that they have a lot of piercing capability. These claws are made out of a light, durable metal that is sharper than even that of swords. Meaning that the claws are capable of slicing through tough hide if need be. The claws on his back legs though, are completely normal claws. Due to his front claws being so long though, it means that they can't be fully sheathed, so the tips of the claws always stick out no matter what. This means that if he is to ever spar with someone, there is a likelihood that character will end up getting scratched. Killua also carries a satchel around with him, that has all of candy reserves in it. Killua can often be seen eating some form of candy when he is talking to someone, except in serious situations.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
PERSONALITY:
Everyone wants to keep Killua on his good side. No one wants him on his bad side because if they do it usually results in their death sometime later. Killua has no problem with killing those that mock him, on the consideration that he doesn't like to be considered weak, and having grown up only being taught how to kill, he has no other morals when it comes to dealing with social situations. Killua is extremely terrible when it comes to social gatherings, actually making quite difficult for him to interact with others without completely pissing them off. This serval doesn't show respect toward those that he doesn't know, and those that he doesn't consider to be capable of doing their job. He believes that most adults that he has come across are idiots compared to him, as despite his young age, he believes that he has a lot more experience than adults could ever have. Right now though, he is trying his best to figure out what he wants with his life after running away from his family and dealing with a clan previous to coming here, hearing a rumor that there were strong creatures here that could be a possible challenge. He has a huge ego as he thinks that he can take anyone on with relative ease. That he can take on anyone no matter what size they are. The assassin doesn't like to follow the rules either, practically a loose canon as he just does whatever the hell he wants to despite the consequences. He can often be seen mocking others, or even teasing if he is in a lighter mood. Killua so far is rarely seen being serious, as he mostly talks with a lot of sarcasm in his voice.
RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | ½ [none]
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No apprentice or mentor
POWERS:
★ Sound manipulation - discovered/mastered
★ Super strength - discovered/mastered
★ Conjuration - discovered/mastered
★ Air Elemental - [un]discovered
★ Invisibility - [un]discovered
★ Super senses - [un]discovered
★ Telepathy - [un]discovered
★ Electricity Elemental - [un]discovered
★ Teleportation - [un]discovered
INTERACTION:
★ Message [this account] to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend if character isn't the same strength/age as him
★ Physically extreme | Mentally medium | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in bold paleturquoise
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.[/spoiler]
KILLUA
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[Please note that he does not smell like a Thunderclanner! And can be considered a loner]
Killua was starting to believe that there was a chance that creatures could actually die of boredom. Because he was on that teetering edge right about now. Especially with the factor that there was nothing literally to do in Thunderclan right now. He was starting to think that it was a giant waste of his time to even try to find any potential in the place that was practically abandoned, only being lived in with a couple of loners and nothing else. Pitiful in the assassin's mind as he expected a lot more from the group that he had heard quite a lot about when he lived int he clans for a couple months ago. The one thing that Killua knew though, was that if ther ewas one clan, there were usually several clans here and there. All of them either being anti-clans or pro-clans. He didn't know why he decided to go along with the way that the pro-clanners liked to run things. Maybe because that anti-clanners seemed to be more of idiots than he had initionally thought. He remembered the time that the clan that he had lived in made a big deal about a clan that only seemed to murder for fun. When he killed someone, it wasn't for fun. He used to consider it fun when he was younger, but now it seemed like a completely different feeling toward him. He considered groups like that to be filled with just a bunch of weaklings that weren't worth his time and would just bore him more than the pro-clanners did on a daily basis. Killua seemed to figure out exactly what each of their personalities seemed to span from, and he believed that those that were anticlan had a bigger ego than he could ever imagine. Just because they were capable of killing someone didn't make them all that strong. It didn't take much for someone to snap a neck of any creature as that bone structure around that area is very sensitive and very easy to break. It doesn't take much for a dog to kill just a couple of cats here and there. All it takes is for the dog to grab onto the cats neck and whip it around violently until its bones started to snap. There was nothing amazing about that in Killua's mind mostly because of the factor that it was just so easy to do compared to an assassin's job that actually had to think before destroying a life in front of them. That they had to make sure that they left no trace behind, which he found that the object of stealth practically dumbfounded the clanners that he's come across. All of the clanners wanting to just go headfirst into battle, and when they did try to be stealthy, they did a shitty job about it.
He knew that there were going to be creatures here and there that didn't care about him. Only natural, as he would express the same emotions toward themselves as well since he didn't care if someone was just going to die in front of him. He would probably even laugh at the weakness that the creature had before disposing of the body from there. The assassin didn't show any respect toward those that he was around, on the simple factor that he believed that if someone was weak, they were just asking to be killed. Especially if they considered him to be weak just because he was a child. Killua didn't consider himself a child on the factor that he could easily take down some adults quite easily. His training having done him good, the one thing that he didn't really hate his family for because it was all in the past. The only reason he hated his family was for the way that they treated him and not the way that they had trained him. The albino serval had more experience than most of the adults that he usually comes across. And they often look at him as if he's some sort of idiot when he starts laying down a lot of the truth on them and they get pissed at him? How ironic that they didn't want to hear about how terrible of a job that they did. It seemed to be one of the many flaws when it came to the clans that he once lived in, and they seemed to transfer over toward these clans as well. He tried to tolerate as much as possible, but there was only so much patience that the assassin could have before snapping at the idiocy that these creatures seemed to breed about daily. Would he be willing to teach them how to fix their own problems? Yes and no. No because they probably weren't worth his time in general, but yes if it just meant that he didn't have to hear about their complaining on how their borders just kept on getting walked over like it was nothing. Well, maybe the way to fix that would to send out more patrols? Instead of just laying around and hoping that something good would happen in the meantime. Lazy bastards. Killua himself could be lazy when he wants to, but he is always ready if there is an emergency, especially when it comes to his own health that might be in danger, which is very rarely. The one thing that Killua was glad about though, was that he was getting some of his powers back quicker than he thought. There was a chance that his brother didn't think that he would last this long, and would have only put the power suppressor on a timer for Killua to deal with, as there wasn't a use to putting that much effort into his younger brother. No. That couldn't be the reason because his brother was the type to look into the future and plan accordingly so that nothing would end up going wrong. Even if they were family, this doesn't mean that they treat each other in the same way like most families would think. He remembered being jealous of the way that some of the clanners reacted with one another, treating them like family and kindness, something that Killua doesn't know about thanks to the way that he had been brought up.
So why was he just walking around? Because he was bored, and starting to get tired of Thunderclan. He technically wasn't even a member as he was never really accepted, the only reason he stayed there was because he was still hiding out from his family. He also knows that staying in one area for a lengthy amount of time though is enough to get him killed, something that he doesn't want to do. He knows that they won't kill him, but he would rather be dead than go through the torture that his brother has planned for him. Especially the mental torture that his older brother had engraved into his mind. This means he was going to have to leave some sort of trail away from the place that he was staying. The reason being why he no longer smells like anything, just smelling like the vegetation and air that surrounds the area at the time. The assassin does this by making sure to bathe himself quite a bit while no one else is looking. He might as well remain neutral when it comes to the other clans. Even if he doesn't care if they start a war with one another as that isn't really his type of business, and it would show exactly what they are capable of too. Besides, he doubted that Thunderclan would appreciate having corpses lining their border on the factor that he killed when he was bored, or when someone else came along just to piss him off. If that happened then they were in for a world of hurt in general. The ivory hued wildcat didn't have time to deal with idiots as since he had been in Thunderclan, he hadn't been able to get an information on the other clans. What were the called? Where did they exist? What were their territories like? Nothing, since the leader in Thunderclan seems to have completely abandoned the place. Which Killua doesn't care about since the leader already doesn't like him on the factor that he spoke the truth toward her in the end and that was something that she didn't exactly like. A low huff would escape the serval's jaws as he made his way through the tall grass. The tall grass almost reminded him of Windclan, the Windclan that he had been around when he lived in Blizzardclan. But the more that he started to go into the territory, the more he realized that this wasn't dry grass, instead it was starting to get quite wet. Luckily enough, the serval didn't make any sound thanks to always having his sound manipulation on, and so if any sound wave was created from him walking through water, it was easily smothered with the power till there was nothing left. He also knew which powers that he had right now, and they were one of his more important powers. He just had to worry about getting faster than those creatures that live around here. Blinking his sapphire blue eyes, Killua stops at the edge of what seemed to be a river, raising one of his off-white paws and conjuring up a lollipop before putting it into his jaws, swirling the candy into his mouth. He finds it really relaxing that he doesn't have to worry about carrying that damned satchel anymore to carry his candy, and he can just conjure up as much candy as he wants no matter what.
Killua was able to smell a couple scents here and there that seemed to represent a clan here. There were some that didn't stand out as much as most though. As far as his knowledge was concerned, Killua believed that the clans in the area weren't being ruled by anyone and were quite boring. He was here to see if his thoughts were correct or if he was just over exaggerating about the situation. Flexing the muscles in his back legs, the assassin lowered his body toward the ground and leaped over the river that was near the border. His stark white pelt would practically be a beacon for those that were walking around, as that would be pretty much the only way to find him at all as he doesn't give off a scent other than the sweet scent of candy, and his pawsteps don't make any form of noise. One would think that Killua would be used to this kind of environment thanks to his species. Those creatures would be wrong as he's not used to the wetness that is being expressed about this territory. He could only guess if a clan really lived here, that there was a chance that they would have some kind of 'water' in their name just like Thunderclan did when it came to what they believed in. A bored sigh escaped the assassin's jaws as he walked through the tall grass, being the size of a domestic cat meant that he was practically swallowed by the grass. Only being able to use his ears to listen to what he might stumble across. As he walked, Killua was able to hear some sounds of prey, and he had no reason to go after it as he wasn't hungry for the time being. If he was hungry, he would have just eaten something back in Thunderclan, since few loners seemed to want to do his own hunting. So when Killua hunted, he ate what he caught. Simple enough. Blinking his sapphire optics, Killua stops for a couple moments, and looks down at his paws as he notices that they are starting to get covered in mud. Instilling a scowl to spread across his features with slight disgust. "Who would want to live in this mud biome?" Killua mostly grumbles to himself. He doesn't hate water, but he doesn't like getting dirty either. The young male grumbles to himself as he raises one of his paws and shakes it vigoriously to get the substance off of him. Now his white fur seemed to start getting stained with the stuff. He would have to take another bath when he got back. Great. Right now, he just wanted to find someone to at least give him some form of information that he could use to his advantage, while at the same time using his trail to lead his, probably trailing, brother to a dead end and make it harder to find him.
Killua was starting to believe that there was a chance that creatures could actually die of boredom. Because he was on that teetering edge right about now. Especially with the factor that there was nothing literally to do in Thunderclan right now. He was starting to think that it was a giant waste of his time to even try to find any potential in the place that was practically abandoned, only being lived in with a couple of loners and nothing else. Pitiful in the assassin's mind as he expected a lot more from the group that he had heard quite a lot about when he lived int he clans for a couple months ago. The one thing that Killua knew though, was that if ther ewas one clan, there were usually several clans here and there. All of them either being anti-clans or pro-clans. He didn't know why he decided to go along with the way that the pro-clanners liked to run things. Maybe because that anti-clanners seemed to be more of idiots than he had initionally thought. He remembered the time that the clan that he had lived in made a big deal about a clan that only seemed to murder for fun. When he killed someone, it wasn't for fun. He used to consider it fun when he was younger, but now it seemed like a completely different feeling toward him. He considered groups like that to be filled with just a bunch of weaklings that weren't worth his time and would just bore him more than the pro-clanners did on a daily basis. Killua seemed to figure out exactly what each of their personalities seemed to span from, and he believed that those that were anticlan had a bigger ego than he could ever imagine. Just because they were capable of killing someone didn't make them all that strong. It didn't take much for someone to snap a neck of any creature as that bone structure around that area is very sensitive and very easy to break. It doesn't take much for a dog to kill just a couple of cats here and there. All it takes is for the dog to grab onto the cats neck and whip it around violently until its bones started to snap. There was nothing amazing about that in Killua's mind mostly because of the factor that it was just so easy to do compared to an assassin's job that actually had to think before destroying a life in front of them. That they had to make sure that they left no trace behind, which he found that the object of stealth practically dumbfounded the clanners that he's come across. All of the clanners wanting to just go headfirst into battle, and when they did try to be stealthy, they did a shitty job about it.
He knew that there were going to be creatures here and there that didn't care about him. Only natural, as he would express the same emotions toward themselves as well since he didn't care if someone was just going to die in front of him. He would probably even laugh at the weakness that the creature had before disposing of the body from there. The assassin didn't show any respect toward those that he was around, on the simple factor that he believed that if someone was weak, they were just asking to be killed. Especially if they considered him to be weak just because he was a child. Killua didn't consider himself a child on the factor that he could easily take down some adults quite easily. His training having done him good, the one thing that he didn't really hate his family for because it was all in the past. The only reason he hated his family was for the way that they treated him and not the way that they had trained him. The albino serval had more experience than most of the adults that he usually comes across. And they often look at him as if he's some sort of idiot when he starts laying down a lot of the truth on them and they get pissed at him? How ironic that they didn't want to hear about how terrible of a job that they did. It seemed to be one of the many flaws when it came to the clans that he once lived in, and they seemed to transfer over toward these clans as well. He tried to tolerate as much as possible, but there was only so much patience that the assassin could have before snapping at the idiocy that these creatures seemed to breed about daily. Would he be willing to teach them how to fix their own problems? Yes and no. No because they probably weren't worth his time in general, but yes if it just meant that he didn't have to hear about their complaining on how their borders just kept on getting walked over like it was nothing. Well, maybe the way to fix that would to send out more patrols? Instead of just laying around and hoping that something good would happen in the meantime. Lazy bastards. Killua himself could be lazy when he wants to, but he is always ready if there is an emergency, especially when it comes to his own health that might be in danger, which is very rarely. The one thing that Killua was glad about though, was that he was getting some of his powers back quicker than he thought. There was a chance that his brother didn't think that he would last this long, and would have only put the power suppressor on a timer for Killua to deal with, as there wasn't a use to putting that much effort into his younger brother. No. That couldn't be the reason because his brother was the type to look into the future and plan accordingly so that nothing would end up going wrong. Even if they were family, this doesn't mean that they treat each other in the same way like most families would think. He remembered being jealous of the way that some of the clanners reacted with one another, treating them like family and kindness, something that Killua doesn't know about thanks to the way that he had been brought up.
So why was he just walking around? Because he was bored, and starting to get tired of Thunderclan. He technically wasn't even a member as he was never really accepted, the only reason he stayed there was because he was still hiding out from his family. He also knows that staying in one area for a lengthy amount of time though is enough to get him killed, something that he doesn't want to do. He knows that they won't kill him, but he would rather be dead than go through the torture that his brother has planned for him. Especially the mental torture that his older brother had engraved into his mind. This means he was going to have to leave some sort of trail away from the place that he was staying. The reason being why he no longer smells like anything, just smelling like the vegetation and air that surrounds the area at the time. The assassin does this by making sure to bathe himself quite a bit while no one else is looking. He might as well remain neutral when it comes to the other clans. Even if he doesn't care if they start a war with one another as that isn't really his type of business, and it would show exactly what they are capable of too. Besides, he doubted that Thunderclan would appreciate having corpses lining their border on the factor that he killed when he was bored, or when someone else came along just to piss him off. If that happened then they were in for a world of hurt in general. The ivory hued wildcat didn't have time to deal with idiots as since he had been in Thunderclan, he hadn't been able to get an information on the other clans. What were the called? Where did they exist? What were their territories like? Nothing, since the leader in Thunderclan seems to have completely abandoned the place. Which Killua doesn't care about since the leader already doesn't like him on the factor that he spoke the truth toward her in the end and that was something that she didn't exactly like. A low huff would escape the serval's jaws as he made his way through the tall grass. The tall grass almost reminded him of Windclan, the Windclan that he had been around when he lived in Blizzardclan. But the more that he started to go into the territory, the more he realized that this wasn't dry grass, instead it was starting to get quite wet. Luckily enough, the serval didn't make any sound thanks to always having his sound manipulation on, and so if any sound wave was created from him walking through water, it was easily smothered with the power till there was nothing left. He also knew which powers that he had right now, and they were one of his more important powers. He just had to worry about getting faster than those creatures that live around here. Blinking his sapphire blue eyes, Killua stops at the edge of what seemed to be a river, raising one of his off-white paws and conjuring up a lollipop before putting it into his jaws, swirling the candy into his mouth. He finds it really relaxing that he doesn't have to worry about carrying that damned satchel anymore to carry his candy, and he can just conjure up as much candy as he wants no matter what.
Killua was able to smell a couple scents here and there that seemed to represent a clan here. There were some that didn't stand out as much as most though. As far as his knowledge was concerned, Killua believed that the clans in the area weren't being ruled by anyone and were quite boring. He was here to see if his thoughts were correct or if he was just over exaggerating about the situation. Flexing the muscles in his back legs, the assassin lowered his body toward the ground and leaped over the river that was near the border. His stark white pelt would practically be a beacon for those that were walking around, as that would be pretty much the only way to find him at all as he doesn't give off a scent other than the sweet scent of candy, and his pawsteps don't make any form of noise. One would think that Killua would be used to this kind of environment thanks to his species. Those creatures would be wrong as he's not used to the wetness that is being expressed about this territory. He could only guess if a clan really lived here, that there was a chance that they would have some kind of 'water' in their name just like Thunderclan did when it came to what they believed in. A bored sigh escaped the assassin's jaws as he walked through the tall grass, being the size of a domestic cat meant that he was practically swallowed by the grass. Only being able to use his ears to listen to what he might stumble across. As he walked, Killua was able to hear some sounds of prey, and he had no reason to go after it as he wasn't hungry for the time being. If he was hungry, he would have just eaten something back in Thunderclan, since few loners seemed to want to do his own hunting. So when Killua hunted, he ate what he caught. Simple enough. Blinking his sapphire optics, Killua stops for a couple moments, and looks down at his paws as he notices that they are starting to get covered in mud. Instilling a scowl to spread across his features with slight disgust. "Who would want to live in this mud biome?" Killua mostly grumbles to himself. He doesn't hate water, but he doesn't like getting dirty either. The young male grumbles to himself as he raises one of his paws and shakes it vigoriously to get the substance off of him. Now his white fur seemed to start getting stained with the stuff. He would have to take another bath when he got back. Great. Right now, he just wanted to find someone to at least give him some form of information that he could use to his advantage, while at the same time using his trail to lead his, probably trailing, brother to a dead end and make it harder to find him.
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[spoiler=Tags | Updated 02/03/17]GENERAL:[/sub]
★ KILLUA | KILL (BY FAMILY ONLY) | MALE
★ Bisexual
★ 7 moons | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Thunderclan | Trainee | Professional Assassin
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Killua constantly has his sound manipulation on, meaning that no use of super senses are capable of hearing him no matter what. However, due to his white coat, this doesn't mean that he can't be seen either.
★ He has a very bad addiction to candy, and doesn't share it with anyone no matter who they are.
★ Killua will not respect your character right off the bat. Unles sthey express how strong they are, or if they are interesting in his opinion, then there is a chance that he might show respect. Meaning that he will show no respect for ranks.
★ Killua has no morals. Meaning that seeing death doesn't effect him, and if someone dies, he just considers the one that did to be too weak and deserved death.
★ He is not afraid to kill your character, as he believes himself to be stronger than everyone else he comes across due to his training and how he knows the clans after living in them for several months.
★ HE WILL NOT TRUST YOUR CHARACTER. Not right off the bat anyway. Which means he won't give any personal information to them unless he deems them to be interesting.
★ Killua is immune to all deadly chemicals/poisons, and is also immune to electrical attacks. However, just bc he is immune, he still feels the pain from it all, he can just bare the pain. This means that he will get somewhat pissed if poisons are attempted to be used onto him or if someone tries to electrocute him.
RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
★ Left Blizzardclan (aka FF)
★ Residing in Thunderclan (never officially joined)
★ Recently found a secret tunnel into and out of the camp. He's keeping it a secret to himself.
PHYSICAL:
★ ALBINO SERVAL W/ METAL CLAWS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
 30 lbs and the size of a domestic cat, Killua belongs to the wildcat species of the serval. Meaning that his body structure consists of his long legs and his large ears that are perched on the top of his head. The most noticeable feature of him though is that his fur, instead of the usual tan and black, is starking white. Unlike most albino servals though, Killua doesn't show the usual spots of an albino serval, his fur being complately white. He has a lean build, meaning that he is built more for speed, yet there will be strengths behind his attacks. He has numerous scars all over his body, but sadly they can't be seen thanks to being hidden underneath his slightly unusually long fur. Compared to a serval's anyway. His optics express a vibrant electric blue/sapphire hue color to them. Looking at his claws though, the front claws in his front paws are made entirely metal, over inches long meaning that they have a lot of piercing capability. These claws are made out of a light, durable metal that is sharper than even that of swords. Meaning that the claws are capable of slicing through tough hide if need be. The claws on his back legs though, are completely normal claws. Due to his front claws being so long though, it means that they can't be fully sheathed, so the tips of the claws always stick out no matter what. This means that if he is to ever spar with someone, there is a likelihood that character will end up getting scratched. Killua also carries a satchel around with him, that has all of candy reserves in it. Killua can often be seen eating some form of candy when he is talking to someone, except in serious situations.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
PERSONALITY:
Everyone wants to keep Killua on his good side. No one wants him on his bad side because if they do it usually results in their death sometime later. Killua has no problem with killing those that mock him, on the consideration that he doesn't like to be considered weak, and having grown up only being taught how to kill, he has no other morals when it comes to dealing with social situations. Killua is extremely terrible when it comes to social gatherings, actually making quite difficult for him to interact with others without completely pissing them off. This serval doesn't show respect toward those that he doesn't know, and those that he doesn't consider to be capable of doing their job. He believes that most adults that he has come across are idiots compared to him, as despite his young age, he believes that he has a lot more experience than adults could ever have. Right now though, he is trying his best to figure out what he wants with his life after running away from his family and dealing with a clan previous to coming here, hearing a rumor that there were strong creatures here that could be a possible challenge. He has a huge ego as he thinks that he can take anyone on with relative ease. That he can take on anyone no matter what size they are. The assassin doesn't like to follow the rules either, practically a loose canon as he just does whatever the hell he wants to despite the consequences. He can often be seen mocking others, or even teasing if he is in a lighter mood. Killua so far is rarely seen being serious, as he mostly talks with a lot of sarcasm in his voice.
RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | ½ [none]
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No apprentice or mentor
POWERS:
★ Sound manipulation - discovered/mastered
★ Super strength - discovered/mastered
★ Conjuration - discovered/mastered
★ Air Elemental - [un]discovered
★ Invisibility - [un]discovered
★ Super senses - [un]discovered
★ Telepathy - [un]discovered
★ Electricity Elemental - [un]discovered
★ Teleportation - [un]discovered
INTERACTION:
★ Message [this account] to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend if character isn't the same strength/age as him
★ Physically extreme | Mentally medium | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in bold paleturquoise
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.[/spoiler]
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO