12-10-2018, 10:33 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 ❞
Who was he? Pincher. Right...right. Where was he? An island, one with a volcano that exhaled clouds of dark smoke to dance away with sea air. Sea. His half lidded empty glacier blue eyes glinted for a moment at the thought of the sea and the laying form of the panthera hybrid to twitch. How long had he stayed in this dark tomb of metal he called home? Why did he call it home? Wasn't the sea his home? The tired dark storm gray male bit back a snarl of pain, lodging it within his sore throat when he felt the ivory white tattoos on his shoulders and back legs burn with a higher intensity. He was dying. He was slowly decaying and becoming a shell of himself. He thought he would be strong till the shadowing death but as time crawled to his deadline, so did his energy. This body was burning itself alive, the demigod side of him despising being contained in such a mortal body. But he didn't want to go, he didn't want to leave. But he could hardly keep himself fully upright without feeling the entire world spin around him. He had been so motivated, so full of life to be there for those he loved but staying here was the very thing killing him. Little by little, Pincher faded away and all that would remain was Delmar, the nothingness that his mother had wanted to be. He was just supposed to be a vessel, a shell...he was not meant to be living with free will. The tattoos always reminded him of that, glowing with the energy of supernatural ties he had with what was beyond the horizon and below the sea's surface.
The Typhoon needed a leader. Someone who could live, not decay away like a corpse with a ghostly pulse. His heavy eyelids fluttered as he slowly heaved himself out of the bed in the submarine, his body almost collapsing once his trembling ivory paws touched the ground. He was shivering uncontrollably, every muscle twitching and pulsing with the energy that could not be contained and his once aqua blue tattoos now the sickly shade of the dying phases of the moon. The towering figure forced his way through the submarine before stepping out to stand outside, noticing the sun was beginning to set creating warm tones of gold and orange to blend with the dying of the blue sky. A perfect example of what was to come. He lurked in silence in preparation for the ceremony he had created solely for leadership transitioning or so he thought. Deep in the back of his mind, he knew it was to show his daughter that she was worthy of the title. Worthy of everything she had worked hard for, for enduring the infamous Roux "curse" of being obsessed with success, the unstafisfied hunger than ran through their bloodline. He never wanted her to suffer but he knew that she blossomed out of whatever bad experience with beauty and grace, how something so lovely came out of murky waters reminded him of his favorite flower. He stared down at the crown of lotuses intertwined with pale golden roses that were sprinkled with gold as he stood at the base of the dome. Not on the throne but beside it as he closed his eyes and waited for the others to come. Beside him rest the crown and a tribal armband similar to his that he was to give to her, there was a small vial filled with a liquid that gently pulsed...the same time his own tattoos did. His glazed eyes fluttered up when he heard the conch ring in the air and he sighed, realizing it was time.
Time to accept his death. He barely caught the sound of footsteps as membes arrived but as enough voices echoed in the aquarium, the demigod raised his low head to lock his frigid gaze onto them. "Typhoon, it is time for me to step down. I am no longer able to keep the position I am in for reasons I am too damn tired to explain but one of them I can say is that you all only deserve the best. I once believed I was enough for the role of Captain but things change and I have come to accept that a new leadership will not only continue our ways but improve on them. That is why I have decided for Goldenluxury Roux to be your new Captain. Goldie, please step onto the throne so I may begin the ceremony." He waited for his daughter with a warm loving smile tracing his muzzle despite the pain that clawed within him. He had to stay strong for her, for her to know that even when he was not by her side physically later on, he would always support the one that had taught him the meaning of life.
The Typhoon needed a leader. Someone who could live, not decay away like a corpse with a ghostly pulse. His heavy eyelids fluttered as he slowly heaved himself out of the bed in the submarine, his body almost collapsing once his trembling ivory paws touched the ground. He was shivering uncontrollably, every muscle twitching and pulsing with the energy that could not be contained and his once aqua blue tattoos now the sickly shade of the dying phases of the moon. The towering figure forced his way through the submarine before stepping out to stand outside, noticing the sun was beginning to set creating warm tones of gold and orange to blend with the dying of the blue sky. A perfect example of what was to come. He lurked in silence in preparation for the ceremony he had created solely for leadership transitioning or so he thought. Deep in the back of his mind, he knew it was to show his daughter that she was worthy of the title. Worthy of everything she had worked hard for, for enduring the infamous Roux "curse" of being obsessed with success, the unstafisfied hunger than ran through their bloodline. He never wanted her to suffer but he knew that she blossomed out of whatever bad experience with beauty and grace, how something so lovely came out of murky waters reminded him of his favorite flower. He stared down at the crown of lotuses intertwined with pale golden roses that were sprinkled with gold as he stood at the base of the dome. Not on the throne but beside it as he closed his eyes and waited for the others to come. Beside him rest the crown and a tribal armband similar to his that he was to give to her, there was a small vial filled with a liquid that gently pulsed...the same time his own tattoos did. His glazed eyes fluttered up when he heard the conch ring in the air and he sighed, realizing it was time.
Time to accept his death. He barely caught the sound of footsteps as membes arrived but as enough voices echoed in the aquarium, the demigod raised his low head to lock his frigid gaze onto them. "Typhoon, it is time for me to step down. I am no longer able to keep the position I am in for reasons I am too damn tired to explain but one of them I can say is that you all only deserve the best. I once believed I was enough for the role of Captain but things change and I have come to accept that a new leadership will not only continue our ways but improve on them. That is why I have decided for Goldenluxury Roux to be your new Captain. Goldie, please step onto the throne so I may begin the ceremony." He waited for his daughter with a warm loving smile tracing his muzzle despite the pain that clawed within him. He had to stay strong for her, for her to know that even when he was not by her side physically later on, he would always support the one that had taught him the meaning of life.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞
the ruby sunset waters hide a resurrected lover
