08-27-2018, 12:15 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 single. 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 ❞
Working was a relief for Pincher despite all the headaches it gave him and when it came to politics, his mind was stuffed with ideas and what to do with them. It was an outlet for him not to think too much about what had happened to Jacob, to shove whatever grief he should be feeling away so he could concentrate despite there being cracks in his mask of composure. He now smoked jet black cigarettes, they held a stronger nicotine than normal cigarettes and despite not really used to it, he inhaled the bitter smoke and exhaled softly, small coughs interrupting him as the male was still not fully recovered from his sickness that gnawed at his physical body.
Pincher was sitting silently under a shade of a palm tree, glazed aqua blue eyes trained onto the crashing waves of the sea. He was unblinking, glued to a haze of inner turmoil as he bit down hard onto the cigarette and oblivious to the fact that he bit so hard that it snapped and the lit end of it had fallen to his feet, dying away in the pale ivory sands of Barracuda Bay. He heard other crewmates socializing and mingling but he didn't join in, not wanting to bother. All he did was become a negative impact, right? He was like the tide of a sea, get too close and you'll drown. He forced himself not to sink into his selfish thoughts as the somber male rose to his full height and headed over to the main center of the Bay with his long tail dragging softly against the floor as he halted and cleared his burning throat.
”Everyone, gather around for a fucking discussion about a possible alliance with Tanglewood. Morgan came the other day to state an interest and we are going to vote if they are good enough to become a candidate for an alliance with us. Tanglewood is a group similar to us though more laid back on the whole looting and shit, that's our talent. We have had a previous conflict in the past where one of us had captured and murdered their member and they raided us to save him but after that, everything became silent. They live in a radioactive swamp - why? I don't got a fucking clue but they do have decent amount of resources from what I have seen after we infiltrated them a while ago. They seem like decent folk but the decision is based on the majority of those who say ‘aye’ to them becoming an alliance or those who oppose it. State your damn vote and then explain why cause I need to know what you guys think of this.” Pincher rumbled over the whole explanation with long tail curling tightly around him as the demigod waited for the others to respond with their point of view. He didn't mind having an alliance with Tanglewood, they were okay and seemed level-headed but it wasn't entirely up to him since Pincher believed in democracy over power.
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Pincher was sitting silently under a shade of a palm tree, glazed aqua blue eyes trained onto the crashing waves of the sea. He was unblinking, glued to a haze of inner turmoil as he bit down hard onto the cigarette and oblivious to the fact that he bit so hard that it snapped and the lit end of it had fallen to his feet, dying away in the pale ivory sands of Barracuda Bay. He heard other crewmates socializing and mingling but he didn't join in, not wanting to bother. All he did was become a negative impact, right? He was like the tide of a sea, get too close and you'll drown. He forced himself not to sink into his selfish thoughts as the somber male rose to his full height and headed over to the main center of the Bay with his long tail dragging softly against the floor as he halted and cleared his burning throat.
”Everyone, gather around for a fucking discussion about a possible alliance with Tanglewood. Morgan came the other day to state an interest and we are going to vote if they are good enough to become a candidate for an alliance with us. Tanglewood is a group similar to us though more laid back on the whole looting and shit, that's our talent. We have had a previous conflict in the past where one of us had captured and murdered their member and they raided us to save him but after that, everything became silent. They live in a radioactive swamp - why? I don't got a fucking clue but they do have decent amount of resources from what I have seen after we infiltrated them a while ago. They seem like decent folk but the decision is based on the majority of those who say ‘aye’ to them becoming an alliance or those who oppose it. State your damn vote and then explain why cause I need to know what you guys think of this.” Pincher rumbled over the whole explanation with long tail curling tightly around him as the demigod waited for the others to respond with their point of view. He didn't mind having an alliance with Tanglewood, they were okay and seemed level-headed but it wasn't entirely up to him since Pincher believed in democracy over power.
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❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — CASANOVA ❞
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