07-19-2018, 01:58 PM
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 ❞
Traveling was something that Pincher had always been used to especially in his earlier months of youth when he had only been a stumbling child chasing after the coattails of his father and uncle. In the very beginning when he had been forced to travel along his father's side, the child had grown tired of all the walking they did on the daily, his paws aching and becoming raw to the miles of travel. But as time passed, he slowly became numb to the feeling — his muscles slowly adjusting to the long distances that stretched in front of him. Of course, he did understand that not everyone was accustomed to the traveling of nomads like his father had forced him to adjust to but he didn't want just everyone to come into the Typhoon and think it was some paradise that it percieved itself to be to outsiders. No, he wanted the ones that were willing to travel the three mile stretch of railroad land to reach the entrance, it showed determination and energy they gave to achieve a goal. Something that Pincher found to be incredibly important if someone was to place themselves within the ranks of the crew.
He had been trapped inside his submarine since the morning, not coming out due to cursed paperwork that had decided to pile up on him. Most of it was papers scribbled with items that he needed to return from the treehouses back to the crewmates since they were in their second week of returning to Barracuda Bay and he knew some members still had not completely settled in due to damages to their homes. His fiance nor children were home at the moment so he smoked freely inside, clouds of smoke dancing around him as he bit down on his jet black cigarettes that he smoked when in deep concentration. He was filtering through the paperwork before hearing the voice of Caesar and knocking, causing him to break off his concentration on his work and to check out what was needed to be heard by him. As he listened, Pincher's cool icy blue eyes had turned to slits at the idea of another fucking Ascendant fuck coming but it seemed that this time, it was a joiner. Deciding it was his final say on if the stranger could join, Pincher let out a small grunt as he headed towards the border with his long tail twitching behind his muscular form.
"You must be the fucker that dragged me out of my work, eh? Merihem?" The low rumbling voice of Pincher snapped into the air after Luca, his right ear twitching at the comment of Merihem not being a spy due to stating his former allegiance. Huh, guess some people had grown tired of the mary sues that ran the snobby fucking place. They lacked dimensions that Pincher enjoyed in socializing but Merihem had left and decided to join the enemy. And that was certainly interesting as a small wicked glint sparked in his glacier colored gaze as he halted beside Gabriel, Marcellus, and Luca. His own smoke danced around him as he flashed a small smirk before answering "I don't see why I wouldn't want a traitor in my crew. Spy or not, you're free to join since I haven't had a possible backstabber in a while so either way, Welcome to the Typhoon. I'm Pincher, the fucker in charge of these fucks." He gave a light nod of his metallic gray head, his black cigarette bouncing lazily against his bottom lip as he spoke. They were fucking pirates — criminals, it was how things were and he wouldn't be surprised if there was any kind of traitorous actions but that wouldn't mean he would find it pleasing. Entertaining, yes. Pleasing? No. He would make them pay for the shit they tried to pull but if Merihem wanted in, he didn't see why not.
He had been trapped inside his submarine since the morning, not coming out due to cursed paperwork that had decided to pile up on him. Most of it was papers scribbled with items that he needed to return from the treehouses back to the crewmates since they were in their second week of returning to Barracuda Bay and he knew some members still had not completely settled in due to damages to their homes. His fiance nor children were home at the moment so he smoked freely inside, clouds of smoke dancing around him as he bit down on his jet black cigarettes that he smoked when in deep concentration. He was filtering through the paperwork before hearing the voice of Caesar and knocking, causing him to break off his concentration on his work and to check out what was needed to be heard by him. As he listened, Pincher's cool icy blue eyes had turned to slits at the idea of another fucking Ascendant fuck coming but it seemed that this time, it was a joiner. Deciding it was his final say on if the stranger could join, Pincher let out a small grunt as he headed towards the border with his long tail twitching behind his muscular form.
"You must be the fucker that dragged me out of my work, eh? Merihem?" The low rumbling voice of Pincher snapped into the air after Luca, his right ear twitching at the comment of Merihem not being a spy due to stating his former allegiance. Huh, guess some people had grown tired of the mary sues that ran the snobby fucking place. They lacked dimensions that Pincher enjoyed in socializing but Merihem had left and decided to join the enemy. And that was certainly interesting as a small wicked glint sparked in his glacier colored gaze as he halted beside Gabriel, Marcellus, and Luca. His own smoke danced around him as he flashed a small smirk before answering "I don't see why I wouldn't want a traitor in my crew. Spy or not, you're free to join since I haven't had a possible backstabber in a while so either way, Welcome to the Typhoon. I'm Pincher, the fucker in charge of these fucks." He gave a light nod of his metallic gray head, his black cigarette bouncing lazily against his bottom lip as he spoke. They were fucking pirates — criminals, it was how things were and he wouldn't be surprised if there was any kind of traitorous actions but that wouldn't mean he would find it pleasing. Entertaining, yes. Pleasing? No. He would make them pay for the shit they tried to pull but if Merihem wanted in, he didn't see why not.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞
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