08-27-2018, 08:28 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 ❞
Pincher's life had once been full of traveling and moving, shifting from one temporary home to another. In the beginning, he had despised it with his entire heart and soul. His father had stolen him away from his home on the volcanic island and dragged him to various locations to cause havoc and chaos anywhere they could. Sweltering deserts Frigid snow valleys. Pincher had experienced every biome of life with his early "adventures" though most of it was spent on sailing to one land to the next. As time passed, the darkness that edged his perspective of traveling had faded away and he saw the wonders of the world with slight eagerness and excitement, the only silver linings that young Deniz could find in his troublesome days. It even motivated him to form the dream of becoming a mapmaker, to write and record everything he had seen but his father had shredded that dream and forced him into training. The dream now was left unfinished within him but Pincher didn't mind. He had responsibilities now. Duties. Family. Friends. They were what created a home that Pincher had never been able to settle into and he realized that despite how tempting it was to just get up and leave, he knew that they needed him here.
Reaching the island tended to be a hassle for members especially if they weren't fond of getting their feet wet with the small level of crystalline saltwater that usually covered the railroad tracks. Pincher was glad that it was. It was a big "fuck you" to anyone that tried to raid them with a three mile span of land between the island and the rest of the world. Yet, he knew joiners tended to find it irksome but then again...did Pincher care? As long as they pushed themselves into coming to the Typhoon's land then they were strong enough to put up a fight and that was what he was looking for in crewmates. The broad-shouldered tattooed male had been stepping through the lush jungle with his ears pinned to his skull as the sudden howling of some monkeys up in the trees were getting on his nerves but he needed to find a place to smoke alone and in peace. Usually, he would smoke in his submarine quarters but he didn't want any of his children to be damaged by second-hand smoke. Biting down on the unlit cigarette, Pincher's somber gaze snapped up from the ground to hear the odd cry of something that he didn't quite recognize. It came from the direction of the main entrance of the island and the male followed a path that opened up, his figure stepping through elephant ear plants to halt in front of the familiar stranger.
"Holy fuck, your yell is weird as shit..." Pincher quipped as the male raised a pale ghost white paw to softly rub the side of his head with his bloodshot optics locking onto the hybrid. He remembered seeing Feliks before, the other male had arrived to inquire information about the Typhoon and there was no way in hell that Pincher would allow that. He wasn't as wide-mouthed as other leaders nor were his crewmates since they were smart enough to know the dangers of giving out too much information. "Snowbound's too cold for you, eh?" Pincher questioned, storm gray head tipping ever so slightly to the side as he wondered why Feliks had decided to join though the faint scent of Ascendants did cause his glacier colored eyes to narrow.
Reaching the island tended to be a hassle for members especially if they weren't fond of getting their feet wet with the small level of crystalline saltwater that usually covered the railroad tracks. Pincher was glad that it was. It was a big "fuck you" to anyone that tried to raid them with a three mile span of land between the island and the rest of the world. Yet, he knew joiners tended to find it irksome but then again...did Pincher care? As long as they pushed themselves into coming to the Typhoon's land then they were strong enough to put up a fight and that was what he was looking for in crewmates. The broad-shouldered tattooed male had been stepping through the lush jungle with his ears pinned to his skull as the sudden howling of some monkeys up in the trees were getting on his nerves but he needed to find a place to smoke alone and in peace. Usually, he would smoke in his submarine quarters but he didn't want any of his children to be damaged by second-hand smoke. Biting down on the unlit cigarette, Pincher's somber gaze snapped up from the ground to hear the odd cry of something that he didn't quite recognize. It came from the direction of the main entrance of the island and the male followed a path that opened up, his figure stepping through elephant ear plants to halt in front of the familiar stranger.
"Holy fuck, your yell is weird as shit..." Pincher quipped as the male raised a pale ghost white paw to softly rub the side of his head with his bloodshot optics locking onto the hybrid. He remembered seeing Feliks before, the other male had arrived to inquire information about the Typhoon and there was no way in hell that Pincher would allow that. He wasn't as wide-mouthed as other leaders nor were his crewmates since they were smart enough to know the dangers of giving out too much information. "Snowbound's too cold for you, eh?" Pincher questioned, storm gray head tipping ever so slightly to the side as he wondered why Feliks had decided to join though the faint scent of Ascendants did cause his glacier colored eyes to narrow.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — CASANOVA ❞
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