some might say we're armed and dangerous // o, sunhaven

[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 ❞

In the past, Pincher had been comfortable with the belief of allies and neutrals just being in the safe zone from facing the Typhoon’s mischievous side of looting and raiding. He had believed in that perspective due to how small the crew had been in the beginning but as time passed on, more and more came to the volcanic island in search for a place to call home and feel welcomed. He was able to point out former members of Snowbound, Tanglewood, and the Ascendants all come to find a space in the crew where they would fit in. Pincher didn't mind it at all, his ideology of the Typhoon being one for freedom of will and to allow anyone to become who they wish to be without being judged. There were pacifists and criminals living among each other and he enjoyed their perspective when discussions were made about anything. But with the rising numbers of the group, the more he needed to focus their resources on themselves and not for others.

The broad shouldered jaguar was checking out the outskirts of the island to ensure there wasn't anyone that had been spat out by the sea since it had a tendency of bringing mysterious creatures onto the island for his crew to find. However, he didn't find any and decided to see he was already out and might as well check the border. As he headed towards the direction, the sound of the bell rang out for any crewmates to hear and he joined into the following with his pace quickening ever so slightly as the muscular space gray male reached the crowd of his members, brushing to halt in front of them with his piercing icicle winter blue eyes locking onto the strangers. His forked tongue flicked out briefly and their scent was one he didn't recognize so a faint look of interest sparked inside his cool gaze. You said you guys were from Sunhaven? Huh.” Pincher rumbled, his low deep voice traced with curiosity as he noticed that the leader was the smaller form of Jericho. He tipped his head down, steady gaze locking onto the glazed blind one of the stranger.

Pincher didn't appeared amused or saw Jericho as any less because he knew anyone was capable of dangerous acts if pushed to the edge. Being a child in a fighting ring had taught him that, his early memories plagued with the suspicion of darkness within everyone. They were sinners, all of them in their own different ways. He noticed one of the Sunhaven members had offered a weapon for his daughter which he glanced at Sylvina before back to the strangers of a new group. ”Hate to break it to you but Typhoon does not really do neutrals. We take what we need...or want from others. The only group that the Typhoon is not taking from is Snowbound due to a peace treaty.” Pincher had not wanted the peace treaty honestly. He knew that his crewmates and him could take down the valley village easily but had decided just to focus on the Ascendants for now. Tanglewood was considered an enemy but they were pathetic and not a threat to them. Sunhaven was now, fresh and small and Pincher could already think of plans of attack but held back for now as he raised an ivory paw to scratch below his neck as the immortal added ”But we could possibly hold a deal. Depends on what you're willing to offer though.” He raised a fictional eyebrow as he flashed a charming smirk, poised and calm. He had always liked deals.

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

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