07-21-2018, 10:07 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. —— ⚓
❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞
( it's 3am, please dont judge me ;w; )
Pincher wasn't exactly the best cook. He did know how to scale a fish and smoke them as well as a few other sea-based dishes due to his past. But anything else? He slightly struggling and had difficulty in learning especially with how he rarely had time to do anything outside of his job. Being captain was rather exhausting but it was a job that he enjoyed and was proud of especially when seeing his crewmates thrive in whatever they wished to be. It reminded him of when he had been a child that had wanted freedom of being who he wanted to be but had never been granted it. His father had forced him into one path that he had trailed for him, refusing for Pincher to be anything but "Pincher", a facade. Eventually, it became too late for him to be anything else, his body and mind becoming accustomed to who "Pincher" was meant to be. Cold. Cunning. Charming. But anything else? It seemed flawed in the icy blue eyes of his father and the same colored eyes would stare back, pleading but he would never be heard or seen unless Archer desired to. However, Pincher had destroyed the link of his father by killing him, the memory still haunting him because despite hating every part of him, Pincher had never wanted to kill the only family he had known before figuring out how many siblings he had. He wanted to be better but there were times he struggled, his mind warped on the idea as he glanced down at the raw chicken wings that lay orderly before he used a controlled fire to heat them up.
The smell filled the tavern's kitchen with his back facing the others as no one really socialized with Pincher when he was busy. It was nice they understood that he enjoyed his solitary moments, his long obsidian black tail twitching behind him as he sat, observing the flames cook the meat. Once they were well-cooked, he pulled them away and took them towards a nearby table where the other ingredients lay. He doused them in a spicy mixture of the jungle spices that he had found in the rainforest, his tongue burning already after tasting it. He found multiple food coloring dyes and began to add droplets of colors to various wings. Some were oranges, red, yellow, the whole gist of colors. He placed the droplets away in a box and glanced down at the colorful chicken wings, organizing them so they somewhat looked like the pride flag. "This is gay as shit." He muttered before leaning forward and grabbing a blue one, eating it whole since it was small for the storm gray wildcat and also because he pretty much ate anything. He glanced around with vibrant ice blue eyes and called out once he finished eating one. "Get some gay chicken wings while they're hot." Yep, this was what their captain was. A gay fuck that made his first chicken wings despite being a full grown adult.
Pincher wasn't exactly the best cook. He did know how to scale a fish and smoke them as well as a few other sea-based dishes due to his past. But anything else? He slightly struggling and had difficulty in learning especially with how he rarely had time to do anything outside of his job. Being captain was rather exhausting but it was a job that he enjoyed and was proud of especially when seeing his crewmates thrive in whatever they wished to be. It reminded him of when he had been a child that had wanted freedom of being who he wanted to be but had never been granted it. His father had forced him into one path that he had trailed for him, refusing for Pincher to be anything but "Pincher", a facade. Eventually, it became too late for him to be anything else, his body and mind becoming accustomed to who "Pincher" was meant to be. Cold. Cunning. Charming. But anything else? It seemed flawed in the icy blue eyes of his father and the same colored eyes would stare back, pleading but he would never be heard or seen unless Archer desired to. However, Pincher had destroyed the link of his father by killing him, the memory still haunting him because despite hating every part of him, Pincher had never wanted to kill the only family he had known before figuring out how many siblings he had. He wanted to be better but there were times he struggled, his mind warped on the idea as he glanced down at the raw chicken wings that lay orderly before he used a controlled fire to heat them up.
The smell filled the tavern's kitchen with his back facing the others as no one really socialized with Pincher when he was busy. It was nice they understood that he enjoyed his solitary moments, his long obsidian black tail twitching behind him as he sat, observing the flames cook the meat. Once they were well-cooked, he pulled them away and took them towards a nearby table where the other ingredients lay. He doused them in a spicy mixture of the jungle spices that he had found in the rainforest, his tongue burning already after tasting it. He found multiple food coloring dyes and began to add droplets of colors to various wings. Some were oranges, red, yellow, the whole gist of colors. He placed the droplets away in a box and glanced down at the colorful chicken wings, organizing them so they somewhat looked like the pride flag. "This is gay as shit." He muttered before leaning forward and grabbing a blue one, eating it whole since it was small for the storm gray wildcat and also because he pretty much ate anything. He glanced around with vibrant ice blue eyes and called out once he finished eating one. "Get some gay chicken wings while they're hot." Yep, this was what their captain was. A gay fuck that made his first chicken wings despite being a full grown adult.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞
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