My cousin is Sag ASC and Aries sun and Merc (which helps him be very expressive and outgoing, and probably gives him more of a positive attitude than he'd otherwise have), Taurus Venus, Pisces moon, and NN Libra to go with his 8H Cancer Mars. His only Scorpio placement is Uranus. I also think his Gemini Jupiter helps balance his moods and "emotional thinking" that I'd otherwise expect of someone such placements. He can be very moody, which his Pisces moon contributes to. Like a Cancer, he retreats into his shell, usually to get into his room where he plays his guitar (as a kid, I gained the ability to tell what was bothering him just by listening to it, something that amazed other relatives), and no one bothered him then, not even his "spare the belt, spoil the child" father, as it just was not worth it (when he wasn't moody, he didn't seem to care one way or another about corporal punishment, he even taunted one teacher to make him feel it this time and when the teacher asked him if he felt that he asked "Felt what?").
When his mood was good, he was very helpful, though always protective of family (even the relatives he didn't like, and he once told me, "No one torments you but me" ).
He's one of the few I know who married early but never divorced, and he does have a lot of kids (which I expect would be very foolish, even suicidal, for someone else to threaten). He married his long time girlfriend who he had been dating since high school.
I first met his girlfriend at a keg party (this being a dry county, and when deputies raided it--but we were on a pasture so nearly all of us got away, my cousin even had the foresight to bring a flashlight for us to get through the woods--that was considered the highlight of the party) and she'd wanted to meet me because I'd told off the local preacher, a major scandal in that town that had some thinking I literally worshiped the devil...and that made her think I was cool, which gives some hints that his girlfriend, while loyal, wasn't someone who cared what the neighbors thought, nor let herself be bullied into being some mythical "good girl." And that in turn gives hints into my cousin who found her insanely attractive, and not just for her looks.
As adults, his wife shares a bit of her husband's crude and rude humor...like when they convinced me to watch Jackass 3, and every time I shut my eyes, ears, or otherwise avoided the details on the screen I had to take a shot of whiskey. She joined my cousin in laughing at the expressions on my face as I watched it.
But back to my cousin specifically, his actions to provoke me and others usually weren't that mean spirited (though as a little boy he could be a lot meaner). He almost shot my eye out accidentally and he went into instant remorse mode, and I could tell the moment when he realized he was going to be in big trouble rather than out of genuine concern for me. Yet the most outrageous thing he did was tell me "hold this" and hand me a stick of homemade dynamite (the components easily available on the farm we lived on) with a burning fuse. I shrieked and threw it (had I looked at it stunned then I'd be missing a hand today) and then chased after him, tripping him as he used the door to get inside the house and beating him senseless while he laughed too hard to defend himself (in retrospect I think he considered this the point in which he truly got me to lose all composure and thus a victory). As an adult he has calmed down, but we used to exchange gag gifts every Christmas for many years which could verge on being insulting (heck, most would say it crossed that line) and he did get me to watch Jackass 3 for his own amusement. Not that I was the only one he was this way with.
But he was also protective of me. As a kid, when I was hit with **** rumors (in part for my having told that preacher off) he made it very clear that if anyone raped me (and he'd believe me), he didn't care how right they were with God, he and his friends would put them in a condition that would make them commit suicide, and I do believe his making that public and clear (and believable) may have prevented anyone from raping me. As an adult, I brought a friend back from California (to rural East Texas) who was blasian and sporting tribal tats on her muscular arms. He was among relatives who celebrated my visit by taking me to my favorite restaurant (who served the best crawdads) where some other rednecks didn't like this blasian sitting with us mostly blond rednecks, and my cousin was the one to catch them glaring and demanded, "WHAT!?" He, and many other relatives joining him, glared at those glaring at us until the other rednecks decided it wasn't their business. He did that because he considered them threatening me, and his Cancer Mars wasn't going to tolerate it. (He then followed up by grossing my California friend out by "sucking the brains out of a crawdad" as he used to do to me when we were younger. )
Though his 8H Mars suggests sexual abuse and deviancy, he never mistreated me in such a way. Back when we were 17/13 (13 for me), he said we should go skinny dipping in a pond, and his intent had been to shock me, but he was the one shocked when I shucked off my clothes and jumped in. Feeling that he couldn't be cowardly (as he explained it to me when we were adults), he joined me (teasing me about the leeches trying to get me to be the first to leave), but he was the perfect gentlemen (his trying to scare me with leeches aside) as far as I could tell. But perhaps protecting me also included protecting me from himself (his reckless pranks at times not withstanding).
What was oddest (possibly Scorpionic, maybe Scorpio Uranus + 8H Mars, but I attribute it more to his Pisces moon) is that he said ever since he was a child he could remember previous lives (and in some lives he was rotten, which those born with 8H Scorpio are said to have been by some astrologers), and he remembers me in a lot of them (the strangest is that he recalls calling me "out of the land of Fairy" with his music when he was an Irish musician long ago), and one thing even I never suspected is that sometimes he played his music because he said it helped him remember those previous lives. And when I was 14, he got me to drink shroom tea because he was hoping it would help me to remember those lives as well (he didn't admit this motivation until we were adults).