11-01-2018, 06:27 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 ❞
Everyone had nightmares. Everyone suffered from fear. What would a world without fear be like? Would it be heavenly and peaceful, where no one would feel like the darkness was out to get them and bite down on their throat? Pincher had once wondered if he had experienced his worst nightmares in real life or in the dancing tangled binds of the dreaming perspective. He held so...many. And with the constant traveling he had with his nomad group of cutthroat gangsters, the young child was filled with fears from all kinds of cultures. Beasts. Tall Tales. Legends. So many disgusting details of powerful beings that could rip limb by limb of their victims. But the nightmares that Pincher had always had were focused on the real world and he realized why. In the real world, he had full control of his actions, of what he would be able to do and react. In a land of fantasies and the superstition, there wasn't the burden that you had the power to run away or stand your ground. That was why his worst nightmares were always ones based on real life, about his family and his friends. How in the end, he was never ever truly in control.
Pincher wasn't able to sleep or well...wasn't letting himself sleep. He had plenty of sleep when he would...fade away from this world and into the one he was meant to be in. His vibrant cyan blue eyes fluttered closed as he looked down at the weapons he was sharpening in eerie silence on the deck of the Tempest, her dark outline glowing silver as well as him as the hybrid tipped his head up to glance up at the stars. They suddenly made him remember Marina and his hollow chest tightened, realizing that he was falling for her. He swallowed shakingly, knowing that he shouldn't let himself become blinded by love especially at a time like this. Still, the thought of her brought him hope. Maybe the omen wasn't true. Maybe he would be able to live with his crewmates until his true time came. But the burning pain of his tattoos were obviously not easing and he knew it was only time that would tell him what he was destined to be.
His attention was raptured when he heard the yowl from Caesar's private Officer room, his paws instinctively dropping the blade he was sharpening to the ground. It vibrated softly against the jet black wood planks and Pincher stepped over it and rushed towards the room where the scream had come from, his long claws unsheathing as the muscular lean figure of the Captain as he pushed the door open quickly, his muscles tensing up to prepare to fight whatever was attacking Caesar or had frightened him. Except when he opened the door, all he saw was the trembling form of the savannah on the floor, gripping at it onto dear life. "Caesar? The fuck happened to you?" The demigod questioned with a fictional eyebrow raising as he lowered his head to inspect the mortified Officer.
Pincher wasn't able to sleep or well...wasn't letting himself sleep. He had plenty of sleep when he would...fade away from this world and into the one he was meant to be in. His vibrant cyan blue eyes fluttered closed as he looked down at the weapons he was sharpening in eerie silence on the deck of the Tempest, her dark outline glowing silver as well as him as the hybrid tipped his head up to glance up at the stars. They suddenly made him remember Marina and his hollow chest tightened, realizing that he was falling for her. He swallowed shakingly, knowing that he shouldn't let himself become blinded by love especially at a time like this. Still, the thought of her brought him hope. Maybe the omen wasn't true. Maybe he would be able to live with his crewmates until his true time came. But the burning pain of his tattoos were obviously not easing and he knew it was only time that would tell him what he was destined to be.
His attention was raptured when he heard the yowl from Caesar's private Officer room, his paws instinctively dropping the blade he was sharpening to the ground. It vibrated softly against the jet black wood planks and Pincher stepped over it and rushed towards the room where the scream had come from, his long claws unsheathing as the muscular lean figure of the Captain as he pushed the door open quickly, his muscles tensing up to prepare to fight whatever was attacking Caesar or had frightened him. Except when he opened the door, all he saw was the trembling form of the savannah on the floor, gripping at it onto dear life. "Caesar? The fuck happened to you?" The demigod questioned with a fictional eyebrow raising as he lowered his head to inspect the mortified Officer.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞
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