CADILLAC CARJACK — open / typhoon

[PINCHER]

the devil's backbone

DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. and more fucking shit. He couldn't fucking believe that guru had done something so foolish when he had specifically demanded to focus their attention to harassing tanglewood and not the others. He had known there could have been a small sliver of possibility of things going wrong but the Captain had never expected the percentage to crash everything down when he had spotted Jacob and noticed the mental torture that the cinnamon colored caracal had decided to put down on the young Snowbound member. The pirate had quickly put an end to it and knowing if he didn't show his ability to control his crewmates, he was going to fail at convincing for a tied bond with the others. So, he had quickly gotten to work. He had allowed Jacob to stay in the Typhoon with easy freedom to do whatever he pleased on Paradis Island as long as he didn't leave for Pincher had ideas bubbling inside his head when he had met the kind canine. Normal creatures would have felt guilt for planning to use someone as some sort of token in politics but Pincher was Pincher, his mind was filled with ideas that had been created on pillars of ambition and hunger. He wanted to win, to gain connections that would be beneficial. And by the looks of it, he had rather enjoyed Leigh. The unicorn seemed like a decent creature that focused on the good of his group, something that the cursed male found admirable. He wasn't entirely selfish but he did have tendencies to forget about his crewmates when he thought of the future, of all the possibilities and risks of what would happen in any sort of given situations. Brainstorming was perhaps Pinch's greatest asset but at the same time, the thing that would be his doom. He thought too much and felt too little. The emotions that he only allowed to show was charismatic charm and twisted humor here and there, pulling a facade that many others did so it wasn't so "bad".

A small grunt escaped his coffee brown colored muzzle as he stepped into the beginning outskirts of the Snowbound territory, the freezing snow forcing heavy chills to roll down his muscular back. God, who the fuck wanted to live here? It was so damn cold and for someone that lived in a tropical island for the majority of his life, Pincher's body was not used to it at all. A tiny spark of white electricity bounced off his twitching pointed left ear as the obsidian male glanced over his scarred shoulder towards the ones he had decided to bring. Jacob, Guru, and Argus. He had forced Guru to come along even with her injuries (at least he allowed her to get patched up), Jacob came obviously, and Argus...he wasn't entirely sure why she had come along but she had offered to join and besides, he knew it was better to bring someone if things decided to go south. The doberman wrinkled his nose as he glanced up at the bleak gray sky, noticing a gentle snowstorm was coming, tiny unique bone-white snowflakes parting ways with the sky to meet his inky black coat. Pincher muttered long string of curses in Romanian under his breath as he halted at the border, piercing blue cobalt eyes locked forward as he waited for someone to notice the group.

( please wait for [member=112]jacob w.c.[/member] / [member=118]Guru[/member]  to post. [member=218]ARGUS[/member] )
"SPEECH"

#psychosocial.