SUNDAY NIGHT — o, joiner

[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 knew a little too well what it was like to wander almost aimlessly. He had grown up in that sort of environment, one without a true sense of direction of where they wanted to go. It wasn't particularly his fault in a sense, he followed his father around because it was the only thing a child like him could do. He grew without his capability of finding a compass within himself, a broken needle that ruthlessly spun around. The child had wondered if maybe that was what his father also felt as well. A wandering soul trying to find a home but never allowed themselves to get attached and settle down to grow. His father had told him that in his side of the family, they were nomads while his mother's side stuck to one place and that place only. He guessed that maybe that was partly why his father had left his mother, not wanting to be tied down to a singular location and only be known by few. Why his father craved and hungered for the sweet tang of infamy confused Pincher but he never questioned it especially when he began to grow in the outline of his father's and uncle's expectations. He wanted to be known, he wanted everyone to remember his name and connect him to a legendary time when he was around. Call it self-centered idealism but it was what he wanted.

The lean wildcat was stalking in the high tops of the lush trees within the jungle, his paws making no noise as he stalked around. He tended to patrol on his own because one, it gave him time to think, and two, because he was free to smoke without worrying of damaging the lungs of his crewmates. From the edge of his lips hung an ivory white cigarette as he inhaled the smoke, feeling it cloud his dead lungs and he exhaled, glacier blue eyes locked onto the ground until he reached the end of the the jungle area where the grass turned into sand. Jumping down, the hybrid tensed up at realizing he had dropped down on what appeared to be a joiner meeting with someone he did not recognize. Or...he didn't think he did. His memories were still not quite fully recollected even after months of recovery from his resurrection so the large male followed in after Bakugou, letting the cigarette disintegrate with a quick blue flame flowing out of his jaws as the immortal turned to lock his attention to Marcellus and Latterday. "I think his name is Latterday...correct? I'm Pincher. Pincher Roux." The jaguar-leopard mix stated with a light nod towards the pale doberman, wondering why he seemed so familiar yet couldn't exactly connect the name and appearance to any of his memories.

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

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