aaaa aaaaaaa [hider=WIPSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAA] [center][h2]"There's a [color=#a5d2cc]gay agenda[/color]?! I knew I was [color=#a5d2cc]forgetting[/color] something. Where can I order one?"[/h2] [img]http://s1.zerochan.net/United.States.600.228262.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Name:[/color][/b] [indent]Atticus Dipper Hill[/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Age:[/color][/b] [indent]18[/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Height; Weight:[/color][/b] [indent]5'9"; 188lbs[/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Stripes:[/color][/b] [indent]12[/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Reason for Admission:[/color][/b] [indent]Tagged a pervert after losing control of a tentacle after being forced to watch 'Two girls; one cup' by his school's loudmouth asshole. After trying to wrestle it back to the dimension it arose from, one of the suctions snagged the teacher's outfit and ripped it clean off. It left soon after and Dipper was left staring in shame at his naked teacher. They quickly coaxed the whole 'how do you get these hentai-fuel monsters?' because being gullible is probably one of his prime traits. After that, woosh off to Greenwing.[/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Years Admitted:[/color][/b] [indent]2 years[/indent] [hr] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Special Abilities:[/color][/b] [indent][i]Fucking Tentacles? [sub]but not like... that kinda fucking[/sub][/i] - well, if anything were ever correctly labeled, this one would probably be it. A power with a flimsy control mechanic tied to certain thought patterns rip tentacles from another dimension to be used under Dipper's control for a limited amount of time. These thought patterns revolve around... sexual fantasies and not just his own sexual fantasies, but sexual fantasies that absolutely repulse him. The tentacles range in size and color, but mainly stay the same in functionality (so no crazy razor tentacles or robo-tentacles with laser beams; but they can sometimes looks super gross and slimy). They mostly stay under the average guidelines of a regular tentacle: thick, suctiony, rubbery, mildly durable, stronger than the average human (can lift up to 300 pounds and can pack quite a wallop, like getting punched in the face by a giant tentacle - wait, no - like getting punched in the face by Arnold Schwarzenegger wielding boxing gloves). They also taste quite delectable, like sashimi coated with wasabi and dipped in [i]eldritch power - the taste of a million souls skewered onto a shishkabob waiting to be assimilated into the giant mass of horror fROM WHENCE IT CAME. OUT OF THE DEPTHS OF TARTARUS - FROM THE SACRED LANDS OF R'YLOTH - IN THE MAW OF AZATHOTH - BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD AND SKULLS FOR HIS SKULL THRONE - SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-[/i] [insert intermittent coughing] Ahem, sorry... uh.. ANYWAY: They last from a mere few seconds to a few minutes at a time and are hard to control under most circumstances. It's like trying to grab something while your entire arm's numb and dead to the world after having laid on it for a good eight hours. It feels weird and disembodied for Dipper and fine motor control with even just one tentacle is currently impossible. A lot of the time, if he does something successfully that isn't just swinging it around like a fucking giant dildo, it's out of sheer luck. [sub]A therapist once asked what he thought about when summoning one of these long, suction cupped beasts. His answer, meek and timid was, "Grandma and her [brief and mild mouth vomiting interruption here] ovi - no I can't say it - okay fine - no please I don't - ovipositionfetishpleasedon'taskmetoexplainit. D-don't tell her I told you that."[/sub][/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Physical Strength:[/color][/b] [indent] Physical capacity: 5/10[/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Mental Strength:[/color][/b] [indent] Mental capacity: 3/10 (on a good day 7/10; it's a big leap, but you underestimate how gullible this fuck is)[/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Weaknesses:[/color][/b] [indent][/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Restrained?:[/color][/b] [indent]Yes[/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Details:[/color][/b] [indent]Anytime Dipper thinks of anything sexual, whether he means to summon the tentacles or not, the collar immediately sends his mind into a haze and turns the image he'd been conjuring up on its head. Mostly it's just desexualizing it, turning genitalia into harmless dogs or elephants or... uh... things that aren't uh... well, you get the gist of it. A harmless effect in its own right that's actually pretty beneficial aside from the fact that, while desensitizing his mind, it simultaneously causes Dipper to go into a weird catharsis where he can't talk. Instead he just moans very obscenely without actual sexual stimulation - he gets nothing from this, just moans uncontrollably. He's consciously aware of this effect and it often causes him to go into a panic where he tries to stop the noises from coming out and instead just makes it worse. On weird occasions, the collar will short circuit and cause Dipper to speak the language of the Old Ones announcing the arrival of an Elder God as he chants the words of power in a menacing, deep monotone. He's eventually stopped before the ritual can be finished as the collar shorts again before rebooting and he goes back to moaning like a cat in heat (caterwauling that's what the term is. caterwauling). Even if he were to finish the lines, there are a million other checks before any summoning could actually take place... haha [i]right?[/i].[/indent] [hr] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Background Info:[/color][/b] [indent][/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Interests:[/color][/b] [indent][/indent] [b][color=#a5d2cc]Other:[/color][/b] [indent][/indent][/hider] [sub][s]slowly finishing this but it's like 5am haha. just, um, tell me if I'm ever trying too hard and i'll tone my dumbness down a bit[/s][/sub]