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. —— ⚓
❝ YOUR HEART IS A BOTTOMLESS ABYSS — DEEPER THAN YOU'D LIKE TO ADMIT ❞
There were days where it was hard to get on Pincher's nerves and then there were days where one sentence could cause him to snap at whoever had decided to speak to him. Like the ocean, he was unpredictable and changed with how he felt for anything as the bloodshot icy gaze of the ash gray jaguar was sitting behind his large desk, glaring down at typical paperwork of plans and ideas he had in store. He scribbled down some notes in his own writing, one that he only knew of as the male mumbled softly under his breath before hearing the voice of Owen outside of his door, causing his cold optics to snap up from where they were currently looking at. "The hell you want, Owen? Come in." Pincher ordered as he closed his notebook and reached out to grab a cigarette, resting it on the corner of his lips but did not light it.
Part of him could guess why Owen was desiring to speak to him privately. He knew the protective behavior of Owen around his raptors, the ones that held no ability to understand what they had done was something that others did not take lightly. Pincher didn't mind that they had attacked Sunhaveners because they were just fucking neutral group that he didn't give a fuck about, much too small to be a thorn in his side and they didn't really appear like a warbound extremeity like the Typhoon. Had it been Rosebloods, Pincher would've torn their throats for it but luckily that was not the case. He bit softly onto his ivory white cigarette while waiting for Owen to come in and speak whatever the matter he had to say, the muscular wildcat's eyes half-lidded and holding a deadly glint as always.
Part of him could guess why Owen was desiring to speak to him privately. He knew the protective behavior of Owen around his raptors, the ones that held no ability to understand what they had done was something that others did not take lightly. Pincher didn't mind that they had attacked Sunhaveners because they were just fucking neutral group that he didn't give a fuck about, much too small to be a thorn in his side and they didn't really appear like a warbound extremeity like the Typhoon. Had it been Rosebloods, Pincher would've torn their throats for it but luckily that was not the case. He bit softly onto his ivory white cigarette while waiting for Owen to come in and speak whatever the matter he had to say, the muscular wildcat's eyes half-lidded and holding a deadly glint as always.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞
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