if this one thought they may be turned away for appearance alone,mother thye did not know the typhoon - or had not met lucifer and seen the garish glowing red scar that marred his face, that marked him for his lineage and the scorn it would bring from those who knew.

The son of the void devil was not popular amongst his once home's average citizens - no, to him the Typhoon's lack of knowledge of that and their acceptance was something refreshing.

Still, the dragon came forwards from the shadows of the waterlogged and somewhat still wrecked territory - the tsunami had not been kind - and regarded the stranger with old eyes, red stayed staring while the white blinked slowly, before he spoke.

"you are welcome here - the others will be along soon enough no doubt" he looked back behind him briefly, before the dark dragon's regard turned back "Lucifer Grimm, my apologies but our territory has seen better days currently, with the recent tsunami" short way of explaining why the territory looked rather like it had challenged the heavens and suffered for it, hm.

/ARC HEY

If there was one thing that the Typhoon was known for, it was the oddities that it had. Not just the various landmarks that scarred the vast tropical island with history etched into their environment but the inhaibitants that lived within it also stuck out like sore thumbs despite living in a rather large group. Pincher didn't exactly stick out personally or well...he did not used to. The male had been a regular doberman pinscher figure which only scars to litter his figure and a simple black armband. Then as time went by, his body began to shift to a more unusual figure especially after his death. His eyes had remained somewhat the same with the shade of blue eyes yet they were bloodshot in what had once been the white of his eyes. New scars now marked his body right above the base of his stubbed tail and the most prominent thing being his glowing tattoos that marked his hindlegs. It was rather odd to view himself in the reflection of the still pond he was staring down at, raising a coffee brown paw to pull down his right eyelid to inspect his crimson and blue eye. A soft sigh escaped his jaws as the the male leaned back onto his back haunches before rising, preparing to go back to the camp when distant voices caught his attention especially because they seemed to be coming from the area where the entrance of the island was.

Perplexed on who could it be this time that his crewmates have decided to encounter, the immortal captain headed through the slightly destroyed vegetation, his paws sinking softly into the moist ground before stepping out to feel the familiar sensation of the sand. It appeared that Lucifer, Caesar, and Cronas had beat him to meeting a stranger and as the stoic male slipped to the side of the others, his patient cool gaze connected with the multiple eyes of the odd creature. Huh. They reminded him of his half-sister, Rosemary yet he simply gave a light nod of salutations before stating "Welcome to the Typhoon, Sunbeam. My name is Pincher Roux, if anyone around here decides to cause trouble with you, feel free to tell me or just show them who they're messing with." Was he serious? Yes and no. He had warned his crewmates to keep things civil but there had already been plenty of times when aggressions became physical and someone usually ended up with a blood nose or black eye. It was how things were in the Typhoon and Pincher was rather fond of it being that way.