10-12-2018, 02:08 PM
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 had an obsession with work. He desired to always be on the move with the flow of life especially with him coming from a family built on hard work and tired shoulders. Both of his parents had been leaders, considered "king" and "queen" in the eyes of their followers but the young child only saw them as parents. Broken parents but parents nonetheless. He always saw them running about, barking out orders or guiding others with their knowledge and wisdom that expanded the limited mind of their son. Unlike his prodigy like parents, Pincher was rather slow in learning and simply took it as leisure, his mind always drifting away when his parents tried to teach him the values and importance of leadership. He remember the flashes of disappointed eyes and the frowning sighs when any of them caught him reading books of explorations and adventure, specifically books that held illustrated maps that he always ravaged about. Was it bad that the wildcat missed those times? Even if his parents may not held much pride for them, at least they had tried to focus on him before they gave up and treated him like nothing more than a face among a sea of faces.
After being ignored, something clicked inside him. The need to show himself out, to be a sore thumb that one could spot from miles away. So, he gave up on his dreams and aspirations and focused on being taught how to be the image of perfection in the eyes of his parents. Now passing through his brutal training and lessons, here he was. A leader. A captain. The highest ranking and it made him think...were they proud? He knew his father in hell would probably not be satisfied, probably grumbling about how he had not taken over some other group or created a massive war against his enemies. His mother...he didn't know. He didn't have many memories to predict her reaction so for now, he just hoped she held somewhat of a shred of pride. Pincher's thoughts clung to this hope and dread as he tugged at the heavy net out of the sea, his entire body drenched with the rich sea salt and foam that glistened in the warm sunlight. His ice blue gaze flickered towards the small grouping of crewmates and he wondered what they were up to. Dragging the net full of writhing fish into a nearby fishboat, he headed over with his long tail twitching with curiosity.
"The boulder is for blacksmithing. Making weapons most likely." Pincher answered with a cool tone, the towering panthera hybrid halting beside Cronas and Sil, glancing down at his son. He noticed that Cronas was around more and he wondered why the child was so quiet especially when they tended to be very questioning of any situation. Perhaps he could ask later but privately. His attention then drifted to Bakugou, a soft snort escaping his jaws as the immortal stated "Maybe if you ask a little nicer, he might help." Humor always found its way to the older male when he watched the stubborn fiery-tongued Reaver always appear frustrated in seeing other relaxing. He could somewhat understand but the gray male tended to be more mellow about it.
After being ignored, something clicked inside him. The need to show himself out, to be a sore thumb that one could spot from miles away. So, he gave up on his dreams and aspirations and focused on being taught how to be the image of perfection in the eyes of his parents. Now passing through his brutal training and lessons, here he was. A leader. A captain. The highest ranking and it made him think...were they proud? He knew his father in hell would probably not be satisfied, probably grumbling about how he had not taken over some other group or created a massive war against his enemies. His mother...he didn't know. He didn't have many memories to predict her reaction so for now, he just hoped she held somewhat of a shred of pride. Pincher's thoughts clung to this hope and dread as he tugged at the heavy net out of the sea, his entire body drenched with the rich sea salt and foam that glistened in the warm sunlight. His ice blue gaze flickered towards the small grouping of crewmates and he wondered what they were up to. Dragging the net full of writhing fish into a nearby fishboat, he headed over with his long tail twitching with curiosity.
"The boulder is for blacksmithing. Making weapons most likely." Pincher answered with a cool tone, the towering panthera hybrid halting beside Cronas and Sil, glancing down at his son. He noticed that Cronas was around more and he wondered why the child was so quiet especially when they tended to be very questioning of any situation. Perhaps he could ask later but privately. His attention then drifted to Bakugou, a soft snort escaping his jaws as the immortal stated "Maybe if you ask a little nicer, he might help." Humor always found its way to the older male when he watched the stubborn fiery-tongued Reaver always appear frustrated in seeing other relaxing. He could somewhat understand but the gray male tended to be more mellow about it.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞
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