03-29-2018, 03:29 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Every Zoldyck grew up the same way. At least when his father became head of the family a pattern started to form with how each of them was going to be raised. Killua wasn't the oldest, but he also wasn't the youngest. He had another sibling that was below him in that regard when it came to age. Kalluto was certainly someone that he didn't interact with all that much out of consideration that he always hung out with his mother. Someone that he couldn't even remotely stand for an extensive period of time. The other constantly obssessive over him as if he was someone's new toy. Which just so happened to really piss Killua off more for the way that they treated him more like an object rather than an object. At that time though, Killua didn't know any etter and simple thought that was the way that everyone was treated when it came to family. He wasn't allowed outside of that damned castle anyway so he didn't get experience of dealing with communities that actually had families that cared for them in it. The training that the Zoldyck's went through were usually routine. Poison, electricity exposure, physical, and mental training were the most common ones. Killua never really got special treatment when it came to the severity of the training that he went through. It took quite a while before Killua was even allowed to acquire his first job. Having learned nothing else, Killua had been filled with nothing but excitement the entire journey there. He probably would have been happier if his brother hadn't been ordered to follow him but he was going to take whatever he could get. The first kill he made was the mark of a developing assassin and someone to avoid at all cost. Did Killua ever look back at the things that he had odne and feel bad? He didn't. Most of the jobs he ended up taking on were entirely political, taking out leaders and others of political importance, especially when it came to the clans. When he was under the control of his family when he lived in the first group of clans, they were the easiest for him to take out because they were too used to their surroundings and not used to having an actual assassin around. Killua knew at that time that he just didn't know any better, so he didn't try to think about he horrible things that he had done. Killua did start to feel somewhat guilty when others were extremley generous to him for no reason. The doubt constantly in his mind, plaguing him thanks to his brother, whether or not he should actually enjoy the kindness that is given to him when he didn't do anything to deserve it. Time after time he returned to the advice of Circusclown before he ultimately died. Everyone deserved to live, and he deserved to search out the path that he wanted to instead of being forced to change his path for that of his family. He wasn't their toy anymore, and it would take quite a bit for them to try and convince them to become an assassin again. This doesn't mean that his habits haven't transferred after him trying not to be an assassin anymore. He hid every last bit of information about himself from those that he interacted with. It sometimes took weeks before someone was even able to know his name as knowing names could be extremely powerful to use against him. Especially a Zoldyck. He already had a high enough bounty on his head for being a Zoldyck in the first place. Either way, he also had the habit of constantly keeping his scent away from others as if he had to hide something. It helped him a little bit if he wanted to blow off some steam in a random area and not have to worry about him being tracked. He constantly analyzed those that he came across, making sure to take mental notes about the way that a certain animal would move around their weak points. Having killed dragons, Killua had little to fear about those that were much larger than he was. Like his brother had lectured him over and over again, every time he meant someone, all he cared about was figuring out if he could kill them or not. That statement only being partly true as he no longer really took pleasure in killing others like the rest of his family. Instead, now he did this out of a defense, as he hated being taken off guard by really anyone.
Being trained at an early age made it possible for him to be capable of what he is able to do today. Compared to the time that him and Obscuro had met back in the first clan he joined, he had grown significantly stronger. Having more experience and powers under his belt to use as offensive tactics. He also had several mental methods to attack those as use of distraction before ultimately killing them. Of course, he did enjoy gathering information on those before starting a fight so that he would have better chances. In order for that to happen, he would most likely have to visit places more than once. Not really an issue when he didn't have to expel that much energy to get the job done. It kept his mind occupied so that he didn't do anything done. Besides, it could also mean that he could bring Koru along with him so that the black mamba could be used as a deterrent to keep those from attacking him. He never had to worry about the reptile biting him thanks to antigens that worked in his blood. He did, however, have to keep the list of poisons that constantly came out into the black market updated, injecting himself a couple times a month with the new poisons. It was annoying to have to do it constantly, but most groups that were bound to try and kill others were bound to synthesize their poisons, or at least try to do so. He couldn't be taken off guard, as it was a matter of survival on who could or couldn't be killed. He always enjoyed having the upper hand when it came to a battle. Sadly he didn't always have the opportunity to study others before a battle did break out. Which meant that he would probably let the group fight the other clan and he would watch for a couple moments before making his move once he had gathered enough sufficient data. Killua had plenty of tricks up his sleeves, such as his yo-yo's and his other abilities that he constantly kept hidden. He could more than easily use illusions that he was taught by his grandfather to do when he was a kitten. If the other wasn't smart enough they would easily fall for an illusion. The difference between Killua and the clans was that he didn't hesitate to kill. If he wanted someone dead, then so be it. Killua only didn't think of Argus as a threat for the moment because she wasn't being immediately aggressive or hateful toward him. He had already devised a couple plans while he listened to her speak, knowing that he would probably go for the wolf's wings and then for her vital areas. Unless she attacked him first in which he would go for vitals instead of wings. Breaking wings weren't all that difficult considering that most of them were hollow. Argus would notice Killua's eyes drifting here and there as he looked at her. As if he was memorizing different portions of her body for later use. Canines weren't all that hard to tackle, it was felines that were more unpredictable in his experience. Typhoon though? At the name, Killua looked around at the surrounding water that was around them. All of the names that had been said to him so far had almost been ironic in his mind. This place would certainly suffer typhoons thanks to its current location. When he did turn his head though, he constantly kept his ears angled toward the other's position, making sure that the other knew that if she moved he would know about it. He could easily outrun he if he needed to. "The Typhoon? That's what I've been hearing so far around here. I wonder why all these different groups decided this area would be a good place to settle down." It was a rhetorical question toward the female that he didn't expect to be answered. This showed that Killua knew about some other groups that were in the area, but didn't specify that he was one of them. If they were still setting up, it meant that they weren't organized. Making if he was going to attack someone anytime soon it would make his life a whole lot easier. But he wasn't trying to be a killer anymore. His body language remained calm the entire time, no sign of any future threat coming from his body. He turned his gaze back toward the winged wolf when she mentioned if he wanted to fight he was in the right place. So this was one of the more violent clans? Great.
He could expect someone to approach and tell him off already. The assassin swirled the lollipop in his mouth for a couple seconds. "So this is more of the violent ones huh? I'm surprised I'm used to getting my ass chewed for asking to chat just because I'm not a joiner." The albino serval would give a low annoyed huff for how he had been treated in the past. These clans were making it more and more difficult for him to actually turn a new leaf for once. A smirk did spread across his facial features though when the other stated that she was willing to chat. "At least you're willing." Killua gave the other a small thanks. Although the entire time he had been here he wasn't really trying to make friends. Gathering information was his main objective, and so far so good. He was able to get the name of the group. Being extremely observant due to his training, the assassin noticed the glint in his eyes. His heart beat slightly increased because he knew exactly what that glint meant. He was starting to get slightly excited for the thought of a possible spar or even a fight with the female. He was getting rusty after all. The fresh pink scars that covered most of his body still healing somewhat. So she was clever huh? He had to give her props for at least that, as he considered most of those that lived in places like these to be mentally lacking. "I guess you're right on that." Killua would give a low chuckle, but he still had the smirk spread across his facial features. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to darken a little bit, but it was only subtle. Leaning back on his hunches in another showing of how relaxed he was, he hummed to himself with the candy in his mouth. "So who runs a place like this anyway? And I'm guessing that this place has some kind of 'theme', as groups like these tend to do." Name of a leader? It wouldn't be hard to get the name of the leader especially if he ever wanted to ask if he needed to see the leader to ask them something personally. Was there a chance he could get the leaders name? Possibly. There was a chance they could even make an appearance due to how new the place was to other groups. Like Argus, he wouldn't offer his name.
Being trained at an early age made it possible for him to be capable of what he is able to do today. Compared to the time that him and Obscuro had met back in the first clan he joined, he had grown significantly stronger. Having more experience and powers under his belt to use as offensive tactics. He also had several mental methods to attack those as use of distraction before ultimately killing them. Of course, he did enjoy gathering information on those before starting a fight so that he would have better chances. In order for that to happen, he would most likely have to visit places more than once. Not really an issue when he didn't have to expel that much energy to get the job done. It kept his mind occupied so that he didn't do anything done. Besides, it could also mean that he could bring Koru along with him so that the black mamba could be used as a deterrent to keep those from attacking him. He never had to worry about the reptile biting him thanks to antigens that worked in his blood. He did, however, have to keep the list of poisons that constantly came out into the black market updated, injecting himself a couple times a month with the new poisons. It was annoying to have to do it constantly, but most groups that were bound to try and kill others were bound to synthesize their poisons, or at least try to do so. He couldn't be taken off guard, as it was a matter of survival on who could or couldn't be killed. He always enjoyed having the upper hand when it came to a battle. Sadly he didn't always have the opportunity to study others before a battle did break out. Which meant that he would probably let the group fight the other clan and he would watch for a couple moments before making his move once he had gathered enough sufficient data. Killua had plenty of tricks up his sleeves, such as his yo-yo's and his other abilities that he constantly kept hidden. He could more than easily use illusions that he was taught by his grandfather to do when he was a kitten. If the other wasn't smart enough they would easily fall for an illusion. The difference between Killua and the clans was that he didn't hesitate to kill. If he wanted someone dead, then so be it. Killua only didn't think of Argus as a threat for the moment because she wasn't being immediately aggressive or hateful toward him. He had already devised a couple plans while he listened to her speak, knowing that he would probably go for the wolf's wings and then for her vital areas. Unless she attacked him first in which he would go for vitals instead of wings. Breaking wings weren't all that difficult considering that most of them were hollow. Argus would notice Killua's eyes drifting here and there as he looked at her. As if he was memorizing different portions of her body for later use. Canines weren't all that hard to tackle, it was felines that were more unpredictable in his experience. Typhoon though? At the name, Killua looked around at the surrounding water that was around them. All of the names that had been said to him so far had almost been ironic in his mind. This place would certainly suffer typhoons thanks to its current location. When he did turn his head though, he constantly kept his ears angled toward the other's position, making sure that the other knew that if she moved he would know about it. He could easily outrun he if he needed to. "The Typhoon? That's what I've been hearing so far around here. I wonder why all these different groups decided this area would be a good place to settle down." It was a rhetorical question toward the female that he didn't expect to be answered. This showed that Killua knew about some other groups that were in the area, but didn't specify that he was one of them. If they were still setting up, it meant that they weren't organized. Making if he was going to attack someone anytime soon it would make his life a whole lot easier. But he wasn't trying to be a killer anymore. His body language remained calm the entire time, no sign of any future threat coming from his body. He turned his gaze back toward the winged wolf when she mentioned if he wanted to fight he was in the right place. So this was one of the more violent clans? Great.
He could expect someone to approach and tell him off already. The assassin swirled the lollipop in his mouth for a couple seconds. "So this is more of the violent ones huh? I'm surprised I'm used to getting my ass chewed for asking to chat just because I'm not a joiner." The albino serval would give a low annoyed huff for how he had been treated in the past. These clans were making it more and more difficult for him to actually turn a new leaf for once. A smirk did spread across his facial features though when the other stated that she was willing to chat. "At least you're willing." Killua gave the other a small thanks. Although the entire time he had been here he wasn't really trying to make friends. Gathering information was his main objective, and so far so good. He was able to get the name of the group. Being extremely observant due to his training, the assassin noticed the glint in his eyes. His heart beat slightly increased because he knew exactly what that glint meant. He was starting to get slightly excited for the thought of a possible spar or even a fight with the female. He was getting rusty after all. The fresh pink scars that covered most of his body still healing somewhat. So she was clever huh? He had to give her props for at least that, as he considered most of those that lived in places like these to be mentally lacking. "I guess you're right on that." Killua would give a low chuckle, but he still had the smirk spread across his facial features. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to darken a little bit, but it was only subtle. Leaning back on his hunches in another showing of how relaxed he was, he hummed to himself with the candy in his mouth. "So who runs a place like this anyway? And I'm guessing that this place has some kind of 'theme', as groups like these tend to do." Name of a leader? It wouldn't be hard to get the name of the leader especially if he ever wanted to ask if he needed to see the leader to ask them something personally. Was there a chance he could get the leaders name? Possibly. There was a chance they could even make an appearance due to how new the place was to other groups. Like Argus, he wouldn't offer his name.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO