11-10-2018, 02:02 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 ❞
Of course there would be a reaction. Wasn't it an old law in science that an action would always be followed by a reaction? He watched as every expression chanted by the news that were announced and the male calculated how they felt from the briefest twitches of mouths or swiveling of ears. It was obvious that the Quartermasters announcements would be the most impactful as it had been a long waiting moment of nearly three months that Pincher had stood without his right hand deputy or deputies. His assistant deputies were good enough at their duties and Pincher was proud of their initiative of working but the hybrid was not surprised that there was a negative explosion from Caesar, the yellow eyesore Officer of his. He watched the savannah's seething reaction impact the present with half lidded frost blue colored eyes, a face of deadpanned disinterest.
Caesar had been here for a good time now, dedicating himself to prove to be a worthy Officer but also a huge pain in the ass when things did not go his way. Pincher stepped back to settle onto the throne as it appeared shit was not finished and proclaimed acceptable in the eyes of one of his crewmates. A little bit reminded him of his father and the thought made a small pattern of permafrost to blossom on the throne, very slowly expanding as crawling branches. He tipped his head back, watching like a parent as their child threw a tantrum and he glanced towards the others as they defended Bakugou and Pincher inhaled as he closed his eyes and suddenly the frost that was covering the throne suddenly spiked out to cover the frost of the entire aquarium, the tropical coral reef waters now hardly visible by the thin sheet of ice as the male then exhaled, eyes opening to lock onto the bickering and arguing high positions.
His breath danced in the air as it was mixed with the blue wisps of flames and the dropping temperature of the aquarium dome as he ordered flatly ”That is enough. Caesar, you are ignorant and selfish and have yet to learn how to adapt to situations that you do not have an upperhand in. That works in battlefield but in a democracy full of bloody fucking pirates, that isn't gonna protect you from not having your throat sliced over and over. A being that cannot adapt and shift to become better with changing times will only doom a group and its inhabitants. I don't give a shit what you think but call everyone an idiot and I'll just let them run you out. I've had enough of your insulting, if you even became leader, you would have no respect and nobody would follow you if you never showed an ounce of respect for them. We ain't no fucking passive group that blindly follows whoever is at the top, we are independent creatures that do not mind the idea of mutiny when a Captain is seen as unworthy. However, if you do want to fucking challenge Bakugou, then you have the freedom to. But that shit of you becoming Quartermaster if you win is going against my orders and you know what happens when you go against my orders, don’t you?”
Pincher calmly stepped down from the throne with his claws unsheathing, his muscles tensing under his short dark storm gray pelt with his tattoos suddenly glowing a blinding white. ”If you lose, Bakugou remains Quartermaster. But if you win, you will have to challenge me next. No going back now, Caesar. And if the fight is going to happen, no powers. An honest fight has always been our thing here so don't even think about question it.” With that he simply leaned back onto his haunches and tipped his head innocently to the side while the corners of his lips curled in an almost twisted sinister smirk. He was become more accepting of the chaos of life as death came closer to his path and if this was going to happen then Pincher would sure as hell want to spend his time enjoying it.
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Caesar had been here for a good time now, dedicating himself to prove to be a worthy Officer but also a huge pain in the ass when things did not go his way. Pincher stepped back to settle onto the throne as it appeared shit was not finished and proclaimed acceptable in the eyes of one of his crewmates. A little bit reminded him of his father and the thought made a small pattern of permafrost to blossom on the throne, very slowly expanding as crawling branches. He tipped his head back, watching like a parent as their child threw a tantrum and he glanced towards the others as they defended Bakugou and Pincher inhaled as he closed his eyes and suddenly the frost that was covering the throne suddenly spiked out to cover the frost of the entire aquarium, the tropical coral reef waters now hardly visible by the thin sheet of ice as the male then exhaled, eyes opening to lock onto the bickering and arguing high positions.
His breath danced in the air as it was mixed with the blue wisps of flames and the dropping temperature of the aquarium dome as he ordered flatly ”That is enough. Caesar, you are ignorant and selfish and have yet to learn how to adapt to situations that you do not have an upperhand in. That works in battlefield but in a democracy full of bloody fucking pirates, that isn't gonna protect you from not having your throat sliced over and over. A being that cannot adapt and shift to become better with changing times will only doom a group and its inhabitants. I don't give a shit what you think but call everyone an idiot and I'll just let them run you out. I've had enough of your insulting, if you even became leader, you would have no respect and nobody would follow you if you never showed an ounce of respect for them. We ain't no fucking passive group that blindly follows whoever is at the top, we are independent creatures that do not mind the idea of mutiny when a Captain is seen as unworthy. However, if you do want to fucking challenge Bakugou, then you have the freedom to. But that shit of you becoming Quartermaster if you win is going against my orders and you know what happens when you go against my orders, don’t you?”
Pincher calmly stepped down from the throne with his claws unsheathing, his muscles tensing under his short dark storm gray pelt with his tattoos suddenly glowing a blinding white. ”If you lose, Bakugou remains Quartermaster. But if you win, you will have to challenge me next. No going back now, Caesar. And if the fight is going to happen, no powers. An honest fight has always been our thing here so don't even think about question it.” With that he simply leaned back onto his haunches and tipped his head innocently to the side while the corners of his lips curled in an almost twisted sinister smirk. He was become more accepting of the chaos of life as death came closer to his path and if this was going to happen then Pincher would sure as hell want to spend his time enjoying it.
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❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞
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