07-28-2018, 03:33 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 ❞
Pincher didn't know what had happened to Vandal but he knew that deep down, they were connected in more ways than just siblings. She walked around with a cautious touch to her footsteps as if she knew how toxic and risky it was to be a Roux. They were the family that walked on the line that sepereated life and death, their past always holding a dark secret that they were unable to share except among each other in hushed whispers. He loved his sisters, he really did. He adored having them around but there was always that slight fear that would add weight inside his heart that he could lose them forever if anything happened in the future. Death was a cruel player in the game of life and always enjoyed shuffling cards with Pincher especially with the ones he cared about. He once believed there was a curse that he had been born with, buried deep beneath his skin and invisible to the naked eye but it was still there, lurking among the darkness of his own dirty secrets. Did Vandal feel the same way too?
He had never had to go through the entrance ritual because he had been the one to create it. Yes, he was the creator of pain and agony for many joiners that decided to take the cruel concotion that lead to twisted hallucinations and burning fears to come to life and haunt them. Was it wrong that Pincher didn't stop it despite seeing multiple members mentally and physically scarred by the ritual? No. He didn't. Because he had suffered those damn hallucinations all his life and he had pushed through it, he had been able to shake hands with the devil and walk away. He wanted to see that members of his crew knew what they were going to face, that if they were able to face their fears that haunted them, that they would be able to push through anything the world hurled at them. It was satisfying to be able to get by even if one was wounded from the battle. He just hoped that his crewmates understood his point of view and didn't cause a mutiny because of not being able to, though it seemed no one had decided to complain to him. Maybe they did understand. Maybe they were too scared to tell him face to face about the horrors. He understood the multiple reasons why but never questioned it for Pincher knew that some horrors were better left unsaid than told into the ears of someone that they considered a stranger.
The broad-shouldered figure of the captain was craving a cigarette, his forked tongue slipping out of his jaws to trace his lips before forcing himself to take a gulp of the rum that was beside his plate. While he enjoyed the odd liquid's taste, Pincher's stoic piercing blue eyes flickered up when he heard footsteps and then someone deciding to sit on the table he was in. A daring move but he knew a lot of brave souls, Vandal included. So, he wasn't surprised to see his sister with her own drink join him, causing a faint smirk to flutter over his muzzle as he raised his head to look at the other Roux. The dark jaguar snorted at the comment, raising a front paw to rub off any of the liquid that littered his mouth as he answered warmly "Gee, thanks. I work very hard in looking like shit every day." He remained silent after she admitted to her own appearance and then drinking. He wondered how she was but decided not to intrude for Pincher understood privacy since it was one of the many things he enjoyed.
However, it seemed that after she requested another drink, she craved the taste of his mind by asking what he was thinking about. This caused his fictional eyebrows to quirk up in surprise but the male shrugged his tattooed shoulders as the cyan blue eyed male muttered "Eh, not much. Work. Captain shit. You know the usual. I...I'm nervous about the wedding but you know, I'm sure it'll turn out fine." Pincher's rumbling low voice was laced with a soft touch that he only offered to people that were close to him and despite Vandal only returning, he was happy to see her around even if she tended to make him look like an idiot in public alongside Roxanne and Rosemary.
He had never had to go through the entrance ritual because he had been the one to create it. Yes, he was the creator of pain and agony for many joiners that decided to take the cruel concotion that lead to twisted hallucinations and burning fears to come to life and haunt them. Was it wrong that Pincher didn't stop it despite seeing multiple members mentally and physically scarred by the ritual? No. He didn't. Because he had suffered those damn hallucinations all his life and he had pushed through it, he had been able to shake hands with the devil and walk away. He wanted to see that members of his crew knew what they were going to face, that if they were able to face their fears that haunted them, that they would be able to push through anything the world hurled at them. It was satisfying to be able to get by even if one was wounded from the battle. He just hoped that his crewmates understood his point of view and didn't cause a mutiny because of not being able to, though it seemed no one had decided to complain to him. Maybe they did understand. Maybe they were too scared to tell him face to face about the horrors. He understood the multiple reasons why but never questioned it for Pincher knew that some horrors were better left unsaid than told into the ears of someone that they considered a stranger.
The broad-shouldered figure of the captain was craving a cigarette, his forked tongue slipping out of his jaws to trace his lips before forcing himself to take a gulp of the rum that was beside his plate. While he enjoyed the odd liquid's taste, Pincher's stoic piercing blue eyes flickered up when he heard footsteps and then someone deciding to sit on the table he was in. A daring move but he knew a lot of brave souls, Vandal included. So, he wasn't surprised to see his sister with her own drink join him, causing a faint smirk to flutter over his muzzle as he raised his head to look at the other Roux. The dark jaguar snorted at the comment, raising a front paw to rub off any of the liquid that littered his mouth as he answered warmly "Gee, thanks. I work very hard in looking like shit every day." He remained silent after she admitted to her own appearance and then drinking. He wondered how she was but decided not to intrude for Pincher understood privacy since it was one of the many things he enjoyed.
However, it seemed that after she requested another drink, she craved the taste of his mind by asking what he was thinking about. This caused his fictional eyebrows to quirk up in surprise but the male shrugged his tattooed shoulders as the cyan blue eyed male muttered "Eh, not much. Work. Captain shit. You know the usual. I...I'm nervous about the wedding but you know, I'm sure it'll turn out fine." Pincher's rumbling low voice was laced with a soft touch that he only offered to people that were close to him and despite Vandal only returning, he was happy to see her around even if she tended to make him look like an idiot in public alongside Roxanne and Rosemary.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞
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