OUTLANDER | 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 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 ❞

Pincher had met quite enough of eccentric creatures to know which stood out like sore thumbs and which did not. With all the traveling he did in his earlier times, it wasn't surprising when he could tell when someone was certainly going to be an oddity. Personally, he wasn't eccentric nor did he want to be. He was taught and trained to be a chameleon, shaping himself into what was deemed good and acceptable so he could slip into someone's trust and use their security to gain something, usually power and control. That was what it was to be a clone...a hybrid of his father's and uncle's work. Why couldn't he be himself? Well, to be exact, he didn't know what being himself was. He didn't know anything outside mimicking the type of personality that his teachers had taught him, had forced upon him to grow and blossom from. What was it like to be your own person? To be able to have the capability to think in your own way and not have to relate to what you had been taught? It sounded heavenly but too good to be true in his opinion.

The sleek jaguar was stepping softly through the long lazy hills of ivory sand, his teeth gently sinking into the tough exterior of the cigarette he was currently smoking. God, it had been a while since he had taken a good long smoke break. In the past, he would've worried about his health especially since he knew how harmful it was in his lungs but now that he had risen from the dead, he didn't feel afraid. He didn't feel like a mortal especially after being labeled the demigod of the rough seas. Ruthless. Cold. Deadly. A storm brewing inside a bottle of a being but Pincher tried his best to cling to whatever "humanity" he had left, the love he had for his family and his crew stuck to him and forcing him to keep going. As he arrived, his forked tongue curled around the cigarette and he pulled it fully into his mouth when he noticed it was other members and a stranger. He didn't like secondhand smoke and he wasn't going to harm anyone because of his deadly habits. "Welcome to the Typhoon, Alek and..." Pincher drifted off as he glanced towards what the peculiar male had gestured but simply raised a fictional eyebrow before focusing back onto Alek, flashing a light warm smirk. "Name's Pincher. I'm the captain around here. There's a lot of shit you should know but we can talk more about it when we help you find a place to stay." He wondered what had lead Alek to come decide to live in the Typhoon but he refrained from asking.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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