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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 panthera hybrid 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. —— ⚓

❝ A MODERN GOD IN A TAILORED SUIT — WHO'S LIPS TASTE LIKE FORBIDDEN FRUIT ❞

Pincher was familiar with war and the outcomes and dangers that came with it. Growing up alongside his father's gang, he became accustomed with the splashes of warm blood striking his face and the pain of being clawed or bitten. Fights would usually blossom from petty arguments or intense embedded hatred that spilled so much blood that Pincher lost count of how many fights he had been in. He just remembered that the fear of dying always slipped away with each fight he encountered or created, the adredaline and fury blinding him from the idea of never breathing. Maybe that was what had made him so reckless. So forgetful that he was mortal when he had fought at that cursed Snowbound fight with the humans. He had fought for those fuckers and had ended up getting a jagged spear embeded into his chest, the memory still tending to flash inside of his mind when he remembered the deadly outcome of that fight. He had died. He had foolishly let his pride take him to that moment and he could remember dragging himself out of his home, blood flowing out of his wound and surrounding him in a tiny red sea. How cold he felt as the slow seconds passed to him closing his eyes after shakingly writing his apologies on the sand and letting the sea take his soul.

That was months ago. He was now once again..."alive". Except not in a normal state that one would expect. He had been resurrected but at the cost of his freedom, the glowing tattooed that now marked his body binding him to the demands of the sirens of the sea. In full honesty, Pincher preferred to die than be bound to someone like they were now in control of his life. Like they could do whatever they wanted with him. He had known that familiar feeling when he had been forced to follow his father and his cruel leadership and he didn't want to feel that again. But the Typhoon needed him as a leader because he knew what to do, he was trained on how to behave and appear to be seen as an 'authority' figure that one could listen to. His family also needed him and the demigod knew it was better to endure the enslavement he was bound to so he could be there for those he loved. He closed his weary glowing ice blue eyes as he bit down on the scruff of a victim he had caught trespassing the territory, their limp body dragged across the sand as he threw it to the sea and watched the body quickly disappear as the sirens let out cries that only he could pick up. He was their hunter and the muscular male sighed, rolling his intense gaze as he turned away and stalked slowly towards his submarine to continue his paperwork. However, a voice caught his attention and his dark ears pricked, turning towards the direction of the voice.

"Mari...?" Pincher breathed, confusion dancing on his sharp facial features as the scarred pirate tipped his head to the side, his dark nose catching her scent...and blood. His eyes widened at the alarming mixture and he rushed towards the direction, his paws thumping against the ground as he pushed through the jungle vegetation to head towards the border. Was she alright? Did something happen? Why...why was he worried? He didn't know why but maybe it was because he liked Marina. He liked her spunk and smart mouth and he guessed in a way, saw her as someone that he could get along with well despite the tensions that had arisen from their group. He bursted into the clearing where she was, his breathing cut as he caught sight of her. His electric blue gaze widened with shock as he froze for a second before stalking cautiously towards her, the dark gray fur on his spine bristling. "Mari what the fuck happened? Hold on." Pincher breathed as he leaned down and gently press his forehead against hers before turning to focus on the wounds. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He wasn't good at healing and hardly knew much. But hopefully he had some medical supplies in his home. "Just hold on...alright? I'm gonna carry you." Pincher ordered softly as he aimed to crawl under her and lift her onto his back. "Holding on tight?" He questioned, trying to flash a soft awkward smile though it faltered with worry as he wondered if she could hang on.

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

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