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[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 didn't really believe in anything. Sure, he held a close attachment to his mother's beliefs on Haitian Vodou, growing up alongside it. He remembered seeing simple rituals that were dedicated to the various forms of supersitition that were connected to the magic that his mother had. However his own set of knowledge and information were tiny compared to the expanse of his mother's. She had been the leader of her tribe, glowing with an aura of sanctified ruthlessness, the very aura that had attracted his father with his own kind of ruthless behavior. His father on the other hand did not believe in Vodou. No, his father descended from a family of Catholics alongside his twin brother. The two very distinct beliefs didn't really class as his father was not a devote Catholic especially with all the murdering he did as a hobby and the sinful thrill-seeking he sought on his spare time. With time passing, Pincher withdrew from both beliefs. He didn't want to believe in anything after what he had seen in the bottom of the ocean. What he had experienced. What it felt like to wake up in complete utter darkness. No pearly gates. No burning hell. Just...darkness. A watery grave for the rise of a demigod. One that held so much self-doubt and insecurity that he didn't even believe he was an actual demigod after passing months.

Ghosts were an iffy thing for Pincher when he "saw" them. He knew that there was one crewmate that could be considered a ghost or some type of it, the little brown pipsqueak named Beck. But other than that? Silence from the supernatural beings that were so popular in tall tales and myths. Pincher had read a few books about ghosts but nothing could teach him about what he was about to see as he stepped out of his submarine. Bones. Floating bones. It was midnight darkness when he stepped out for a drink, his inability to sleep causing him to crave liquor. Maybe it could knock him the fuck out. It was better than wanting to faint after seeing bones. Multiple types of bones from various animals were floating all around Barracuda Bay, trembling and shaking. Some bumped against each others, others wandered aimlessly. He even spotted massive whale bones lazily floating, only a few inches off the sandy ground while tiny fish bones furiously flashed around. "W-What the fuck?" Pincher drawled as he felt some bump against the side of his skull, causing the wildcat to duck his head to watch some lizard bones rush off to who knows where. Then he heard soft wails. Painful ones. Flashes of silvery white outlines of animals he did not recognize trying to connect bones to make themselves...alive? Why did they want to return all the sudden? The wailing grew louder and suddenly became explosive screeching that caused Pincher to groan and pin his ears against his skull as the floating bones began to increase their activity, trembling and floating around aimlessly.

What the hell was happening?

( this is act one of the ghosts that came to the typhoon for october!! currently it's night time and all the ghosts in the typhoon have decided to bring all the bones they could find and try to connect them with others to make 'skeletons' for them to possess properly but some ghosts have become frustrated and their wails have become extremely louder. y/c can come out and see the sight for themselves and can get 'attacked' by piles of bones or whatever you can think of !! )

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

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