07-18-2018, 06:21 AM
CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently engaged. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓
❝ A TAINTED MAN WITH A TAINTED HEART THAT GOD DIDN'T WANT NO PART ❞
Pincher has never been one for surprises. He disliked being in the dark of anything that involved him or related to anything that was important to him such as his family and work. He found it irksome and troubling that someone was deciding to make whatever his private business was open to the public eye, his mind trapped in a state of worry that something would happen if he allowed anything out. It was a method that his father had trained him into, locking him into a state of constant weariness of his surroundings and how one would look at him. Despite the cool aura that he tried to surround himself in, Pincher was incredibly insecure as any flawed idiot would be. But not because of reasons that were caused by his father, oh no — Pincher could take that shit from him, it was solely that...Pincher felt he was not good at anything. He carried talents such as speaking multiple languages, knowing how to do origami as well as brilliant travelling/tracking skills, but that did not mean he had learned it out of his own interest. His vast knowledge of languages had been due to his father's nomad gang always moving about and never settling, his tongue catching each language and growing used to remaining in a place for a few months before moving to another. Even his origami talent had been one built out of his father's base idea of how Pincher should be, forcing him to kill by night while acting like some origami seller in the day to play as some unimportant role in whatever location they wished to destroy. It was tiring for him to realize that his tracking skills were something his father and uncle had taught him, the memories of their teaching still seared into the back of his head.
Was he good at anything? Anything at all?
He tried to convince himself he was good at romance but even that had questionable doubts lingering since his honeyed tongue had been dipped in the same pool of catchphrases and charming words that his uncle had used to seduce the minds of innocent naive women. All his past romances had been filled with what he had been taught, his voice filled with a false security that allowed strangers to settle their hearts with him despite Pincher being unable to do the same. He couldn't trust anyone with his heart, not after what his ex-wife had done to him. What she had done to his family. Pincher's broken heart had sunken into a pool of tar after, clogged with hate and pent-up rage for her after what she had done to him. Her stupid fucking surprise. Don't come back until you find the boys, I have a little surprise for you all. How...how could someone be so wicked to their own family? To say that to Pincher before the heartache, the naive idiot that was blinded by love after he had managed to win the girl of his dreams? He had been an idiot, a light smile tracing his lips as he pressed his lips to her cheek in a warm blossoming kiss before telling her he would return with their sons for the surprise. He had many surprises before from his father and uncle but they had all been wicked horrifying pranks like locking him in a wooden box and dumping him into the ocean for him to break free and try to swim back onboard their ship. But Pincher trusted her, he trusted her. He believed her soft-spoken loving words and that...that had been his demise.
After that, Pincher was never the same.
He became reckless. Wicked. Whatever flowers had blossomed in his chest had become withered and black, shriveled up by the realization that he would never find sanctuary in anyone or anything. He became bitter at the idea of settling down, instead of allowing his heart to be temporarily filled up by the warming kisses of various women before having to either detach himself from them or watch them grow impatient with him and pack their bags to find a better suitor. Pincher never minded the ones that left, he understood their reasons. Their annoyance. Their hate. Why couldn't he just let go? Of the pain? Why was he stuck in a frozen period in his lifetime, encased in the ideology that love was just a false concept and that he would fake his own love to be accepted? Move on. Let go. The advise that many suggested would fly into one of his ear and fly out of the other, his thoughts refusing to find any closure. Why should he love anything? What was the point? It would all come back to bite him in the end, dragging him out of his grave and sinking its teeth into his chest to replicate the pain he had felt upon returning without his murdered sons and to arrive to find that his wife had left him, their house empty as if only ghosts had lived there. Perhaps they were just ghosts. Perhaps it was just a sick concept that his imagination had wound up for him to have some false reason to despise true acts of love.
Sadly for him, it was not.
Because without it, he wouldn't have known Jacob loved him.
Pincher remembered the night he had met Jacob. How he had found the man in tears with a woman he had been holding another dying chemistry with. It had been rather strange how he had found a love worthwhile besides the one that was simply passing by his long string of lovers, as it fate was deciding to be kind to him for once. It had been around the time he had distanced himself from Goldenluxury and Coldblue, believing his children were better off without him and that anyone else that tried to get close would only get blocked off by his stubbornness to accept any love at all. But then he saw him. And something changed. Maybe it was his strategy in winning Snowbound over when Jacob had just been a captured medic, leading him to become a gentle charming persona of himself to win over the heart of the husky. That's what he believed at first. But then he began to feel his emotions change like sea currents, shifting and twisting when he would lock his icy gaze with the warm soft sky blue eyes of the other male. The way he smiled, a portrait of kindness that Pincher desired to just have for himself but never willing to offer anything until things began to progress. He reconnected with his children or well at least with Goldie. He became more prominent in his work and crew, coming out of his submarine to socialize and not let his mind weight him down. He became more considerate, no longer smoking around his crewmates or people that he cared about. He was becoming better after months of chaotic self-destructive behavior. Just because of a bandaged sweetheart with the angelic glow.
When he had decided to take a break from his work, Pincher had allowed his infamous signature look to be completed as he bit down on a cigarette, ready to light it until he spotted his daughter arriving and of course, right as he started, he stopped. He crushed it quickly into the sand and allowed a light smile to settle on his lips as he wondered what she was bringing to him. A map? His fictional eyebrows had furrowed with confusion as he glanced towards his daughter with a puzzled expression but she seemed to want a move on and so without much of difficulty, he moved alongside to follow the map. As time trickled by, a light in his eyes began to show and a spring in his step appeared as he became enwrapped in the map. Afterall, it had been his biggest dream as a child to be a mapmaker and seeing this brought fond of memories of when he had been good and untainted. He became excited, buzzing with a sudden optimistic innocence that he had forgotten he had as he arrived at the first location to where the charm was. He then looked at the charm, which was a rubber duck carving and he allowed a light chuckle escape his lips before he read the paper. Pincher's chest tightened when he realized it had been a sentence he had said to Jacob. Was this Jacob's doing? Why? He connected it to the necklace that Jacob had given him, confused aqua blue eyes flickering towards his daughter as he wanted to ask but she seemed to be budging him to move onto the second mark.
As he followed the trail to enter the lively rainforest, he stepped through the rich vegetation with his daughter alongside him. He didn't have much difficulty though he was still getting rather used to the jaguar form and tended to forget how large he was compared to his canine one, leading him to get stuck in a few tight spaces. As he finally reached the second charm, he noticed it was a lovely flower as Pincher connected it to his necklace before focusing on what the note read. Once again, he was surprised it was a phrase he had said, this time he was swimming in the memory of returning Jacob to Snowbound and explaining why it had taken so long. Partly because he had wanted Jacob to get some relaxation before traveling and also...because he had wanted him to stay. He had been nice to him, listened to him in ways that many past lovers did not. It was comforting and it brought a nostalgic dreamy smile to replace his eager one as the wildcat then decided to continue the journey that the map had unfolded for him. It appeared he was to head towards the Lighthouse and Pincher trudged along, his long tail swaying back and forth with eagerness but went rather slow so his daughter wouldn't have to chase him down.
As he arrived to the third charm, Pincher found himself wrapped up with emotions he had not expected to have especially since in the beginning of the day, he had wanted to simply keep himself busy. He reached down to grab the charm, eyeing it with interest as the carving held details. Of course, Jacob would do that and it brought a small rush of heat to his face when he remembered their kiss. Surprisingly, it had been Jacob taking the first bold move while Pincher had been drunk off his ass or so he had thought. He hadn't been as tipsy as he had put himself to believe since he had used his drunkenness to play off that he had not minded the kiss. In reality, he had wanted the kiss and enjoyed it, remembering the deep blue glow that surrounded the two in the aquatic dome. Just the memory caused his heartless chest to tighten as he read the note before sucking in a shaky breath as he realized he was in too deep. Fuck, he really did love Jacob and it was no wonder his emotions were now getting the best of him. Forcing himself, to concentrate he headed out with his daughter to the second to last mark that was a little farther away towards the base camp where everyone tended to mingle and socialize.
As he arrived, Pincher noticed that the mark was in the spot where the pile of seaweed was and pawed it off to grab the box that was within it, his nose slightly wrinkling at the salty smell though he was rather used to it by now. He opened the box and noticed the charm was a moon, his curiosity growing at the meaning though he was able to understand what it could possibly mean. The sea and moon worked together as a balance, the gravitational force being an important part of their relationship. It was also important to Jacob's and Pincher's relationship, how Jacob managed to reel him back from being a fool and letting himself jump head first into danger without realization how many people depended on him. He read the note and let out a small snort, amusement buzzing in his mind as he muttered "Fuckin' hell, I sound like a smartass." With that, the male stepped away and began heading towards the final mark that was within the Deep Sea Dome except it appeared he would be going by himself. He gave his daughter a quick farewell kiss on the head before heading over, his energy now getting the best of him and Pincher was practically bolting towards the mouth of the cave.
With the darkness enveloping over him at first, all he could hear was his breathing. He longed to hear his heart but it was somewhere in the bottom of the ocean, forever lost to him for it was always on the move. But Jacob was his replacement for a heart, a reminder of his mortality despite being a demigod. That every chance and opportunity he took was a ripple and that he was alive, not just some walking zombie. He could feel love because of his family and because of Jacob. With the thoughts burning themselves inside his head, he stepped into the dome and caught sight of Jacob with the guitar. A look of bewilderment flashed onto his facial features as he halted a little far off as he waited his boyfriend strum the guitar as well as sing. And honestly? Pincher would have loved to just stand there forever, to watch the beauty that was his lover. But as Jacob ended his singing and picked up a box, Pincher's eyes fluttered as he broke through his daze. His eyes began to close as Jacob grew near to what he would believe was a kiss but the jaguar then decided to open his jaws and he froze.
...will you marry me?
For once, Pincher was speechless. His eyes grew to the size of moons, his thin pitch black pupils locked onto the husky as his lips parted in a silent gasp. His ink black ears drew themselves back as he tried to find words to say but nothing came out as his fur began to bristle with embarrassment as the flustered Captain stammered "E-excuse me? I-I-I....I-uh...I...fuck, I-I'm ne-ervous...I-..." He couldn't even process the ability to say yes to him because he didn't feel like he deserved him. How could someone so wrong and so broken, one that despised the idea of settling down suddenly change to the vision of being with Jacob forever. Pincher's eyes began to glaze with tears, pricking at the corners of his eyes as he let out a shaky bubbly laugh roll out of his tongue before he aimed to wrap his arms around the husky and press his lips against his to give him a deep long kiss, small sparks of electricity popping out of his ear tips. After a while, he pulled back a bit and smiled, a genuine yet traced with a charming touch that he had managed to compose. "Of course, I'll marry you. You're all I've wanted in someone and more." He whispered softly in his ear before aiming to tackle the male in a bear hug, joy blinding him from his surroundings. All he could think of now was Jacob and his surprises. He guessed surprises weren't so bad afterall.
Was he good at anything? Anything at all?
He tried to convince himself he was good at romance but even that had questionable doubts lingering since his honeyed tongue had been dipped in the same pool of catchphrases and charming words that his uncle had used to seduce the minds of innocent naive women. All his past romances had been filled with what he had been taught, his voice filled with a false security that allowed strangers to settle their hearts with him despite Pincher being unable to do the same. He couldn't trust anyone with his heart, not after what his ex-wife had done to him. What she had done to his family. Pincher's broken heart had sunken into a pool of tar after, clogged with hate and pent-up rage for her after what she had done to him. Her stupid fucking surprise. Don't come back until you find the boys, I have a little surprise for you all. How...how could someone be so wicked to their own family? To say that to Pincher before the heartache, the naive idiot that was blinded by love after he had managed to win the girl of his dreams? He had been an idiot, a light smile tracing his lips as he pressed his lips to her cheek in a warm blossoming kiss before telling her he would return with their sons for the surprise. He had many surprises before from his father and uncle but they had all been wicked horrifying pranks like locking him in a wooden box and dumping him into the ocean for him to break free and try to swim back onboard their ship. But Pincher trusted her, he trusted her. He believed her soft-spoken loving words and that...that had been his demise.
After that, Pincher was never the same.
He became reckless. Wicked. Whatever flowers had blossomed in his chest had become withered and black, shriveled up by the realization that he would never find sanctuary in anyone or anything. He became bitter at the idea of settling down, instead of allowing his heart to be temporarily filled up by the warming kisses of various women before having to either detach himself from them or watch them grow impatient with him and pack their bags to find a better suitor. Pincher never minded the ones that left, he understood their reasons. Their annoyance. Their hate. Why couldn't he just let go? Of the pain? Why was he stuck in a frozen period in his lifetime, encased in the ideology that love was just a false concept and that he would fake his own love to be accepted? Move on. Let go. The advise that many suggested would fly into one of his ear and fly out of the other, his thoughts refusing to find any closure. Why should he love anything? What was the point? It would all come back to bite him in the end, dragging him out of his grave and sinking its teeth into his chest to replicate the pain he had felt upon returning without his murdered sons and to arrive to find that his wife had left him, their house empty as if only ghosts had lived there. Perhaps they were just ghosts. Perhaps it was just a sick concept that his imagination had wound up for him to have some false reason to despise true acts of love.
Sadly for him, it was not.
Because without it, he wouldn't have known Jacob loved him.
Pincher remembered the night he had met Jacob. How he had found the man in tears with a woman he had been holding another dying chemistry with. It had been rather strange how he had found a love worthwhile besides the one that was simply passing by his long string of lovers, as it fate was deciding to be kind to him for once. It had been around the time he had distanced himself from Goldenluxury and Coldblue, believing his children were better off without him and that anyone else that tried to get close would only get blocked off by his stubbornness to accept any love at all. But then he saw him. And something changed. Maybe it was his strategy in winning Snowbound over when Jacob had just been a captured medic, leading him to become a gentle charming persona of himself to win over the heart of the husky. That's what he believed at first. But then he began to feel his emotions change like sea currents, shifting and twisting when he would lock his icy gaze with the warm soft sky blue eyes of the other male. The way he smiled, a portrait of kindness that Pincher desired to just have for himself but never willing to offer anything until things began to progress. He reconnected with his children or well at least with Goldie. He became more prominent in his work and crew, coming out of his submarine to socialize and not let his mind weight him down. He became more considerate, no longer smoking around his crewmates or people that he cared about. He was becoming better after months of chaotic self-destructive behavior. Just because of a bandaged sweetheart with the angelic glow.
When he had decided to take a break from his work, Pincher had allowed his infamous signature look to be completed as he bit down on a cigarette, ready to light it until he spotted his daughter arriving and of course, right as he started, he stopped. He crushed it quickly into the sand and allowed a light smile to settle on his lips as he wondered what she was bringing to him. A map? His fictional eyebrows had furrowed with confusion as he glanced towards his daughter with a puzzled expression but she seemed to want a move on and so without much of difficulty, he moved alongside to follow the map. As time trickled by, a light in his eyes began to show and a spring in his step appeared as he became enwrapped in the map. Afterall, it had been his biggest dream as a child to be a mapmaker and seeing this brought fond of memories of when he had been good and untainted. He became excited, buzzing with a sudden optimistic innocence that he had forgotten he had as he arrived at the first location to where the charm was. He then looked at the charm, which was a rubber duck carving and he allowed a light chuckle escape his lips before he read the paper. Pincher's chest tightened when he realized it had been a sentence he had said to Jacob. Was this Jacob's doing? Why? He connected it to the necklace that Jacob had given him, confused aqua blue eyes flickering towards his daughter as he wanted to ask but she seemed to be budging him to move onto the second mark.
As he followed the trail to enter the lively rainforest, he stepped through the rich vegetation with his daughter alongside him. He didn't have much difficulty though he was still getting rather used to the jaguar form and tended to forget how large he was compared to his canine one, leading him to get stuck in a few tight spaces. As he finally reached the second charm, he noticed it was a lovely flower as Pincher connected it to his necklace before focusing on what the note read. Once again, he was surprised it was a phrase he had said, this time he was swimming in the memory of returning Jacob to Snowbound and explaining why it had taken so long. Partly because he had wanted Jacob to get some relaxation before traveling and also...because he had wanted him to stay. He had been nice to him, listened to him in ways that many past lovers did not. It was comforting and it brought a nostalgic dreamy smile to replace his eager one as the wildcat then decided to continue the journey that the map had unfolded for him. It appeared he was to head towards the Lighthouse and Pincher trudged along, his long tail swaying back and forth with eagerness but went rather slow so his daughter wouldn't have to chase him down.
As he arrived to the third charm, Pincher found himself wrapped up with emotions he had not expected to have especially since in the beginning of the day, he had wanted to simply keep himself busy. He reached down to grab the charm, eyeing it with interest as the carving held details. Of course, Jacob would do that and it brought a small rush of heat to his face when he remembered their kiss. Surprisingly, it had been Jacob taking the first bold move while Pincher had been drunk off his ass or so he had thought. He hadn't been as tipsy as he had put himself to believe since he had used his drunkenness to play off that he had not minded the kiss. In reality, he had wanted the kiss and enjoyed it, remembering the deep blue glow that surrounded the two in the aquatic dome. Just the memory caused his heartless chest to tighten as he read the note before sucking in a shaky breath as he realized he was in too deep. Fuck, he really did love Jacob and it was no wonder his emotions were now getting the best of him. Forcing himself, to concentrate he headed out with his daughter to the second to last mark that was a little farther away towards the base camp where everyone tended to mingle and socialize.
As he arrived, Pincher noticed that the mark was in the spot where the pile of seaweed was and pawed it off to grab the box that was within it, his nose slightly wrinkling at the salty smell though he was rather used to it by now. He opened the box and noticed the charm was a moon, his curiosity growing at the meaning though he was able to understand what it could possibly mean. The sea and moon worked together as a balance, the gravitational force being an important part of their relationship. It was also important to Jacob's and Pincher's relationship, how Jacob managed to reel him back from being a fool and letting himself jump head first into danger without realization how many people depended on him. He read the note and let out a small snort, amusement buzzing in his mind as he muttered "Fuckin' hell, I sound like a smartass." With that, the male stepped away and began heading towards the final mark that was within the Deep Sea Dome except it appeared he would be going by himself. He gave his daughter a quick farewell kiss on the head before heading over, his energy now getting the best of him and Pincher was practically bolting towards the mouth of the cave.
With the darkness enveloping over him at first, all he could hear was his breathing. He longed to hear his heart but it was somewhere in the bottom of the ocean, forever lost to him for it was always on the move. But Jacob was his replacement for a heart, a reminder of his mortality despite being a demigod. That every chance and opportunity he took was a ripple and that he was alive, not just some walking zombie. He could feel love because of his family and because of Jacob. With the thoughts burning themselves inside his head, he stepped into the dome and caught sight of Jacob with the guitar. A look of bewilderment flashed onto his facial features as he halted a little far off as he waited his boyfriend strum the guitar as well as sing. And honestly? Pincher would have loved to just stand there forever, to watch the beauty that was his lover. But as Jacob ended his singing and picked up a box, Pincher's eyes fluttered as he broke through his daze. His eyes began to close as Jacob grew near to what he would believe was a kiss but the jaguar then decided to open his jaws and he froze.
...will you marry me?
For once, Pincher was speechless. His eyes grew to the size of moons, his thin pitch black pupils locked onto the husky as his lips parted in a silent gasp. His ink black ears drew themselves back as he tried to find words to say but nothing came out as his fur began to bristle with embarrassment as the flustered Captain stammered "E-excuse me? I-I-I....I-uh...I...fuck, I-I'm ne-ervous...I-..." He couldn't even process the ability to say yes to him because he didn't feel like he deserved him. How could someone so wrong and so broken, one that despised the idea of settling down suddenly change to the vision of being with Jacob forever. Pincher's eyes began to glaze with tears, pricking at the corners of his eyes as he let out a shaky bubbly laugh roll out of his tongue before he aimed to wrap his arms around the husky and press his lips against his to give him a deep long kiss, small sparks of electricity popping out of his ear tips. After a while, he pulled back a bit and smiled, a genuine yet traced with a charming touch that he had managed to compose. "Of course, I'll marry you. You're all I've wanted in someone and more." He whispered softly in his ear before aiming to tackle the male in a bear hug, joy blinding him from his surroundings. All he could think of now was Jacob and his surprises. He guessed surprises weren't so bad afterall.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞
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