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'''AND I AM A . . .''' Marine Biology Major at the College | '''AND I AM A . . .''' Marine Biology Major at the College | ||
Revision as of 11:02, 11 September 2022
T is for Tentacles
- Toxic and strong
- Run if you want
- But my reach is long
MY NAME IS . . . Jasmine Piccolo, but kids just call me Jazz
AND I AM A . . . Marine Biology Major at the College
WHAT'S BEEN KEEPING YOU AWAKE? Weird newspaper showed up on my stoop with my picture splashed across the front - picture moved like in Harry Potter newspapers - saying I had done some horrible, horrible things . . . a week from now.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU? It was just the one little tentacle at first, growing out of my shoulder, but Professor Barkley saw it and tried to restrain me. Turns out even a little tentacle oozes a potent paralytic. Prof almost died, but no one else was there, so when he came around and started screaming his story - I had ungrown the tentacle by then - it bought him one of those buckle-in-back hug-yourself canvass jackets and an all expenses paid trip to West Oak Assylum.
WHAT'S ON THE SURFACE? Second year college student studying marine biology and absolutely obsessed with cephalopods. Strawberry blonde with freckles and always in comfortable clothes. Have taken to carrying a dual filter gas mask wherever I go because reasons.
WHAT LIES BENEATH? I grow tentacles now. They are long, strong, and extremely toxic to the touch. If I let them grow big enough, that toxin gets into the air around me. I am not susceptible to my own toxins, but it smells like fish and rotting sea vegetables and that makes me hungry, hence the gas mask.
I can ungrow tentacles as fast as I grow them and they never seem to damage my clothes.
WHAT IS YOUR PATH? My path seems to be a neverending spiral leading me ever inward, deeper and darker and loster, but at the same time lifted up, illuminated, and foundest. All I know is I have to keep walking . . .
WHAT CRIME HAVE YOUE BEEN ACCUSED OF COMMITTING . . . SOON? I guess I'm going to poison the very spirit of the Mad City itself. I know, right? That could literally be anyone. Well, except for the sucker marks found at the scene.
FLIGHT 
| FIGHT 
EXHAUSTION TALENT
Vanishing Act: There is not a surface too smooth or steep for me to climb or cling to and no crevice too small or narrow that I cannot slip through.
MADNESS TALENT
Toxic Tentacles: I can cause tentacles to grow out of my flesh, tentacles that can grip anything, reach anything, haul me up anything, grapple anything. Bonus, they're poisonous just from skin contact.
(1-2 Madness Dice) I grow one or two tentacles the length of an arm with the strength of a grasping hand. Anyone poisoned by my smallest tentacles goes blind, as if surrounded by a cloud of octopus ink, and it is hard for them to move or orient themselves.
(3-4 Madness Dice) I grow three to four tentacles thrice the length of an arm with the strength of gorillas. Blindness still strikes first for anyone poisoned by the touch of a tentacle, but they also immediately lose all motor control and physical strength. Other beings in reach of me are also affected by loose spray of toxins flying into the air arund my tentacles.
(5-6 Madness Dice) I grow five to six tentacles the length of tall trees with the strength of giant yellow construction machines. In addition to blinding and paralyzing, anayone poisoned loses control of their bowels and breathing begins to sucumb to the stronger toxin. Anyone within reach of my tentacles are also affected by loose spray of toxins flying into the air.
