the devil's backbone
DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN
kids. goddamn kids. though he was not a full year yet, he was close enough to have the small prick of irritation when he saw kids. others usually fawned over the little whiny shitheads but not pincher. the captain wanted only members that were not going to waste his resources and his time. he knew that there would always be the future generation to worry but the male did not have any time or ability to take care of the youth that were just going to do nothing. so when he heard all the commotion that only an "adorable" child would be able to create, the scarred doberman followed in shortly after guru, following her scent and gently brushing against her before stepping aside to inspect the brightly colored wildcat that appeared to call himself "vasilios". well at least he had a good cool name, something that pincher tended to enjoy because there was no way he would enjoy meeting someone named "gary" or some shit like that. he let out a small snort escape his jaws as the broad shouldered dog took a step forward to eye the weird color that slightly tainted one of the piebald tiger's front paws. "alright kid, i suppose you're in the typhoon. do you know who we are or is this some shit in the dark for you?" was this kid just jumping into a group full of complete strangers that could possibly be a threat. they were pirates after all, not pacifists. and though pincher knew how to keep order between such dynamic members of the nautical mile and the voodoo house, pinch was not able to be everywhere at once. if the kid did a wrong move on the wrong crewmates, there was no telling what would happen.
"SPEECH"
"SPEECH"
the ruby sunset waters hide a resurrected lover