08-01-2018, 07:38 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 never particularly liked the world. Well, specifically its inhabitants. He didn't like the disgusting standards that creatures clung to as if it would help put organization into their chaotic little lives like it would smooth the cracks that were their flaws. He hated the “good” many creatures had attempted to pull out of him like he was some fucking demon that some god had exiled from the heavens. He was good in his standards and that was enough for him. He didn't need to conform to whatever the fuck someone believed was right, he never had forced anyone to push themselves into his shoes but the constant goodie twoshoes of the world always rambled about how evil Pincher was or anyone that didn't fit into their little clique of perfection. He had grown up in a shitty lousy gang filled with fighting and aching bruises, one that thrived in the flaws of society even if there were times they deserved to be called delinquents or rats when they would steal and cheat from others. At first, he had refused settling into that stereotype of a criminal. He didn't like how they appeared. Lower than the good as if no matter how full their pockets they may be, they would always be considered outsiders to the wealthy and pure-blooded. It had embarrassed him when his father and him would stumble around creatures with a higher lifestyle and weren't smelling like the mixture of rotting fish and dried blood from late night fights.
Which is why he had become more of a businessman after taking over the job of captain from his father's small gang, his ideas stretching to the horizons where his father's imagination never had dared to reach. Maybe that was why Pincher had been so frustrated in his youth — he had been held back from the potential that he could offer due to his father's obsession with being the pack leader. Or maybe it was to bite down on the throat that had been spilled so many harsh words to him, his ears tired of hearing the constant harassment from a fucker that didn't hold a single drop for his child. He didn't care. He didn't want to care but deep down he did. A seed had been planted when he had killed his father had blossomed, breaking through the rough surface and sinking its root into the very memory that haunted him to this day. Pincher knew that it could have been avoided, that he could have simply chased his father away and not murdered him. But life didn't always go according to plan — something Pincher had come to slowly accept despite his stubborn attitude into everything going his way.
He had died in the past, his death a simple tragic story of bleeding out at the wrong time and the wrong place. He remembered the feeling and how it felt like each second had been converted into an hour of contemplation. He had not seen his life flash before his eyes when he had watched the crimson mortal blood of his mingle with the thin clear waves of ocean, dwelling in the possibilities of him surviving. They were slim and short like a sweet little folk story one found in a thift store that they skimmed over but never bought. When he had returned, spat out by the sea, Pincher had jumped back into being leader as if nothing had happened. It was as if he was obsessed with the idea of power but in reality the core basis of the male was that he didn't like following rules. They weren't for him due to the constant barking orders that his father had rammed towards his way when he protested. But when he had risen, Pincher suddenly became motivated to improve. To create something more than just some stereotype pirate that enjoyed looting and stealing from weaker beings that couldn't dare smile back at the devil. So, he became infused into the planning of the Typhoon. There had been setbacks such as alliance breakages and natural disasters but Pincher continued on. As said before, Pincher didn't like the world. But he sure as hell was gonna try to make it something he did like.
The dark figure of the muscular wildcat was staring at the distance where the sky and sea met, his intense cyan blue eyes locked onto a small growing form of possible rainclouds. A possible storm was coming and by the way the wind was softly tugging a little harder than usual, it would most likely arrive as the sun would begin to set. He didn't mind it though as it allowed for the rich vegetation to remain good as it was now. He bit down on the soft white chunk of coconut, his canines scrapping at the meat before chewing as he was resting on a patch of cool short grass that outlined the border of the jungle and the beaches. He was particularly enjoying the peace and solitude when his long tongue flicked out to taste the air, realizing that there was something unusual to it. His snake-like eyes narrowed and the male rose to his full standing position, now attentive to who it may be. He stalked towards the direction of the border with furrowed brows of concentration until he reached the figure of Desperado and Kazumi, halting beside the two male canines as the cinder gray male's attention snapped onto the two joiners. Two lions that appeared to be speaking but he had arrived just in time to catch them being welcomed.
Pincher gave a light nod towards the other males, his vibrant glacier blue colored stare fluttering to each face while he stated lightly "Welcome to the Typhoon, newbies. My name is Pincher, I'm the captain around here. If you've got shit to say or ask, feel free to find me so I can help. Hate to say but I wasn't able to catch your names." Curse his tardiness. He wasn't exactly the most punctual when it came to others except himself, something he needed to learn to not do so much of.
( me? t r a s h but welcome <33 )
Which is why he had become more of a businessman after taking over the job of captain from his father's small gang, his ideas stretching to the horizons where his father's imagination never had dared to reach. Maybe that was why Pincher had been so frustrated in his youth — he had been held back from the potential that he could offer due to his father's obsession with being the pack leader. Or maybe it was to bite down on the throat that had been spilled so many harsh words to him, his ears tired of hearing the constant harassment from a fucker that didn't hold a single drop for his child. He didn't care. He didn't want to care but deep down he did. A seed had been planted when he had killed his father had blossomed, breaking through the rough surface and sinking its root into the very memory that haunted him to this day. Pincher knew that it could have been avoided, that he could have simply chased his father away and not murdered him. But life didn't always go according to plan — something Pincher had come to slowly accept despite his stubborn attitude into everything going his way.
He had died in the past, his death a simple tragic story of bleeding out at the wrong time and the wrong place. He remembered the feeling and how it felt like each second had been converted into an hour of contemplation. He had not seen his life flash before his eyes when he had watched the crimson mortal blood of his mingle with the thin clear waves of ocean, dwelling in the possibilities of him surviving. They were slim and short like a sweet little folk story one found in a thift store that they skimmed over but never bought. When he had returned, spat out by the sea, Pincher had jumped back into being leader as if nothing had happened. It was as if he was obsessed with the idea of power but in reality the core basis of the male was that he didn't like following rules. They weren't for him due to the constant barking orders that his father had rammed towards his way when he protested. But when he had risen, Pincher suddenly became motivated to improve. To create something more than just some stereotype pirate that enjoyed looting and stealing from weaker beings that couldn't dare smile back at the devil. So, he became infused into the planning of the Typhoon. There had been setbacks such as alliance breakages and natural disasters but Pincher continued on. As said before, Pincher didn't like the world. But he sure as hell was gonna try to make it something he did like.
The dark figure of the muscular wildcat was staring at the distance where the sky and sea met, his intense cyan blue eyes locked onto a small growing form of possible rainclouds. A possible storm was coming and by the way the wind was softly tugging a little harder than usual, it would most likely arrive as the sun would begin to set. He didn't mind it though as it allowed for the rich vegetation to remain good as it was now. He bit down on the soft white chunk of coconut, his canines scrapping at the meat before chewing as he was resting on a patch of cool short grass that outlined the border of the jungle and the beaches. He was particularly enjoying the peace and solitude when his long tongue flicked out to taste the air, realizing that there was something unusual to it. His snake-like eyes narrowed and the male rose to his full standing position, now attentive to who it may be. He stalked towards the direction of the border with furrowed brows of concentration until he reached the figure of Desperado and Kazumi, halting beside the two male canines as the cinder gray male's attention snapped onto the two joiners. Two lions that appeared to be speaking but he had arrived just in time to catch them being welcomed.
Pincher gave a light nod towards the other males, his vibrant glacier blue colored stare fluttering to each face while he stated lightly "Welcome to the Typhoon, newbies. My name is Pincher, I'm the captain around here. If you've got shit to say or ask, feel free to find me so I can help. Hate to say but I wasn't able to catch your names." Curse his tardiness. He wasn't exactly the most punctual when it came to others except himself, something he needed to learn to not do so much of.
( me? t r a s h but welcome <33 )
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞
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