if you had been the moon / joining

[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 married. 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 a reserved man. One that was not fond to be shoulder to shoulder with anyone. He had been born on the island and had been the one to establish the Typhoon crew to remain in his birthplace but not out of wanting to cling to the memories of his short childhood innocence he had when living among the jungle tribe that his mother had led before being dragged away by his father. No, Pincher was one for advantages and strategies. His mind was always constantly weighing the options on a scale, what were the pros and what were the cons of any situation he came across. It was how he had been trained by the lessons of his piece of shit father figure, the one that demanded that to survive, one had to always be thinking of what was considered best. And after careful choosing, the male had picked the island for it's advantages. It was built upon volcanic earth, the dirt considered the most fertile and it allowed for plenty of food and growth. It was surrounded by water and this was an advantage on not being raided without being surprised and there being only one land-based choice for one to reach them. It had been perfect and the male had seen how well they were on a territory that was nothing to what other groups had.

But of course, Pincher was not satsified. He was tempted to build forts surrounding the island to increase security especially with how large the group had become but he knew that wouldn't make it appear very welcoming and the Typhoon was all about diversity, good and bad living among each other under the belief of freedom. It seemed to be working well enough but there was always that mocking voice of his father ringing in his ears when he would observe any flaws that his ideas may hold. For now, he was glaring at one stray boat that bobbed lazily in the water a few yards away from the entrance, noticing that some of the jet black paint had been peeled off a bit so he mumbled a soft curse and made a mental note to get it fixed as soon as possible. The male was ready to leave when he heard the bell ring, his round ears pricking and turning towards the direction. Someone wanted their attention, huh? Curious, the robust jaguar followed shortly after his crewmates, a soft chortle escaping his lips as he heard the banter that was flying in the air.

He did notice his daughter had cursed but he knew not to think about it too much since she was old enough to. He went to softly brush against her, his head bending down to softly press against her head with a soft purr rumbling in his throat before he turned his attention towards the rather irritated looking male, electric blue gaze locking onto him as he commented lightly "And I'm the superior of that walking lemon you see before you. I'm Pincher, the captain." Might as well introduce himself as well as poke fun at Caesar with his desire for everyone to know his rank.

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

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