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[PINCHER]

the devil's backbone

DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN

Crying. Pincher was never good at situations that involved crying especially if they were not tears of joy but instead, tears that rained down out of pain or distress. He knew he shouldn't judge others by their ability to cry but by Agwe's waves, Pinch could not stand the gross sniffling or the exhausted shell of a being after they have cried their emotions out. He knew well enough how it felt, he used to cry every night after he had tragically lost his wife to someone else and had been forced to come to a realization that his children had been murdered. One died in the earthy land while the other had been tossed into the ocean like some pile of worthless trash. He had not been there for them but the widower had forced himself to not allow that pain to cloud his eyes and limit his judgment. No, instead it only drove him to hunger for more power, to gain a seething ambition to conquer and to win as much as possible. If not, he would have failed in becoming something more than some pathetic nobody that he had once been. The burning tears had become a ghost story to Pinch, only a few months had slipped along with the time of mortality and he no longer felt a prick of wanting to cry his feelings out or whatever the hell creatures did nowadays. Should he still be grieving? In a way, he did feel a tug in his cold heart when he would glance towards the ocean or hear the sacrifices that the Necro Mambas did to please the massive beast that was not seen by anyone outside the Typhoon crew. He would feel his lower jaw tightened against his upper one, the tension of muscles that were triggered by the flashbacks of his destroyed broken family albeit it only lasted for a few lingering seconds. They tugged at his heartstrings for a decent time before slipping away, releasing the cool charismatic demeanor back out to be displayed to the world around him.

The lean figure had been quite nearby like the other two Typhoon pirates yet after seeing a brief flash of movement and the scent of Guru and Papercutter, Pinch remained splayed on the ground without much concern in his captivating ocean blue eyes. His shark-like teeth gnawed on the limb of another dog that he had found trespassing, the victim torn to shreds and becoming the Captain's lunch. So he remained placid, his laying position holding smooth relaxed muscles and simply pricked ears. He didn't manage to catch the whole commotion but by the conversation bits that he was picking up, the doberman was able to guess that they were speaking to someone who had stumbled into their territory. How unfortunate — and fortunate for him. If the stranger did not comply and join the crew then Pincher would find himself enjoying another meal even though he was already quite stuffed. The obsidian sleek form finally rose after a decent amount of time, stretching lazily and spitting out the bone he had been gnawing on, watching it bounce against the rich grass of the rainforest. Trotting towards the commotion, he grimaced when he realized he had not brought a cigarette to smoke as he bit back a sigh of exasperation. He couldn't exactly act well without a cigarette to calm him down in awkward situations such as the one he was reaching. Oh, well guess it was time for him to learn to adjust to uncomfortable moments.

Once the towering male stepped out of the inky shadows that the lush rainforest settled, his calculative light cyan blue eyes fluttered towards Guru and Papercutter, allowing a light charming smirk to lace his jaws before he let out a low hum rumble in his throat as he took a few steps closer to Guru, playfully bumping her hip with his before the canine came close enough to be in front of Cass as well. If Guru had managed to tip the head up of the crying stranger, Pinch would raise a fictional eyebrow, quirked up with curiosity as the scarred Captain grunted "You alright, squirt? You look like you've gone through hell." Not that he really cared, he was just curious on why the fuck she was crying.

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#psychosocial.