PAPÀ È A CASA / VISITOR, JACOB NEEDED

[PINCHER]

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 ❞

Pincher was no good. He was tainted, ripped and rough on the edges. He had become the mirror-like reflection of his father but it was as if someone had struck the mirror's surface to create multiple cracks to ripple through it's sleek texture. That was what he was. A shattered form of what his father was and that was a good thing in his eyes. His father was not a family man. Well, in a way he was with the belief that his son should inherit the exact behavior of him and continue on his line of bloodlust and ambition. Deniz, do this. Deniz, don't do that. The constant ordering and pressures that were placed upon him were unmeasureable and frankly, Pincher had become numb to it. But then so much had changed after that all the pent up rage he had felt for his father and...well, had killed him. Had torn his throat apart with his own claws and watched the life of his father's eyes drain, both of their icy blue gazes filled with hatred and no trace of love for each other. Sometimes it was better to not see each other as family especially with how destructive and wrong their relationship had been. Pincher didn't regret it but there were moments of brief guilt that would rake through his body when he dwelled in the past.

Pincher was soon to arrive, his jaws clamped around a lit cigarette with a long trail of dying swirls of nicotine dancing behind him. He arrived with the muscular figure of the male slightly drenched, tufts of dark ash gray fur slightly messy due to recently coming out of the sea after fishing. His tail twitched behind him as he caught sight of the group that had gathered, his figure halting beside Lucifer as his intense calculative icy blue eyes locked onto the Italian wolf that Jacob was embracing. Who the fuck was he? Pincher bit down on the cigarette a little harder before spitting it to the ground and grinding it so it would die. He glanced up at the night black form of Lucifer before heading over to get close to Goldie and Aita, his two daughters. He lowered his skull to softly brush his nose against Aita's forehead to smooth out her fur before going to reach and grab Goldie and let her rest on his back. He knew she was sick and was aware how she still tried to continue on despite him demanding she should rest alongside the others. A small sigh escaped his lips as he then turned towards Jacob and Vito, fictional eyebrows furrowing at the statement of Vito being his father. Huh. Pincher dipped his head in a civil way towards the other male, his frigid glare softening ever so slightly s the storm gray jaguar replied "Pleasure meeting you, Vito. I'm Pincher Roux, Jacob's fiancé as well as the captain of the Typhoon." Did Pincher feel intimidated? No. Did he feel that he should prove himself? In a way, yes. One of his biggest triggers was not being considered "good enough" for anyone but this led to mixed feelings within him. He didn't mind being respectful and civil with the father of his to-be husband but he wouldn't be fond as being seen as just scum.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL  — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞

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