The door to Pranx's room busts open and before he can respond, his chest is being squished under my buttcheeks... I cut a horrid fart all over his puny face, his cigar lights the fart and adds a light flame to the horrid stench.. I plant my giant rear on his tiny face and I then decide to properly introduce myself... "my name is Gassy, I have no doubt you have heard of me at this point.."
Name: (nickname) Gassy
Species: Rapidash
Gender: M
I am a large Rapidash, however since my training, I have nearly mutated into an unrecognizable form of my species.. I use my overwhelming strength and muscle mass, specifically in my hind legs, to over power my enemies and force them into a corner, where typically they tap out after a few humiliating farts to their face convinces them that they are no match for me. At least that was my original description… I have been a slave to a champion since I lost a battle to them and they have trained me in stink resistance, and have been the cause of my mutations, I have disappeared for a while during this training and almost became a legend, though specific champions do tell of my existence; though not outside of my masters fart chambers… During this training my flames have turned a bright green tint, I have learned finer control of my flames and have developed new strategies on how to use it… I am no champion yet, however I have stats nearly similar now.
Feet: Pretty Bad, as hooves pick up little debris off the ground, however powerful knockout weapons.
Farts: Unbearable, but high volume due to the nature of my large size.
Body Musk: Unbearable, as I have not had a wash in a very long time.
Butt: Between Unbearable and Ungodly, as a slave I was not permitted to wash as a part of my training, it did not go so well for my scent.
Breath: Ungodly, I brush regularly, but do not use toothpaste as it is a figment of the liberal media to convince us to buy useless appliances and pastes. I have taken much stink to the mouth through my mistresses training, it has caused my breath to be nearly as bad as her farts.
Stink Resistance: 67/100, as I am a horse, I have a rather large nose and my nostrils run deep, so I am sensitive to smells, however my mindset and my will at any moment can cause my actual resistance to be much higher, as I am a muscle bound horse, I am not likely to put up with stink, or being humiliated for too long before a special ability kicks in, my stink resistance has went up over 40 points since I lost to my master and have been trained by them, however I do not deal with stinks too well.
Special Abilities: Hysterical Strength
Hysterical Strength I cannot control, it happens during a fight or flight response, such as moments of fear, or moments of extreme rage, being humiliated, especially by an enemies butt, increases the chances of this occurring. My strength is increased 3 fold as my brain allows control of entire muscles, as to the standard 33%, but enough science. At this point I can usually break out of any bounds or holds that may be frustrating me, or overpower my foes, it all depends on the variables of the engagement however. If I am unable to break free, this ability looks more like a big hissy fit and I imagine would be amusing, however I have never had this ability let me down.
Incineration
I concentrate my gas to use my burning tail to let out a rancid flaming fart, the damage dealt depends on the foe I am facing and their defence against flame. This ability takes a while to build up, as currently my gas is not concentrated enough to burn unless I have had time to concentrate it. Which also means I cannot use this move for at least 3 turns after farting.
Fire Breath
After being exposed to much stink training at the hands of my master, my breath has become so foul that by utilizing my flame control; I am able to ignite it and cause a stream of green flames, I can use this to take down aerial targets as I hit them from afar and singe their feathers, disabling flight; or to melt incoming ice attacks and humidify incoming water attacks.
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I smush my large butt onto my puny enemy, mashing the back of his head into his pillow, and await their response, for a closed doors, unofficial battle... Anything is possible at this point.... I start making observations of my enemies quarters as to not fall for any environmental traps during the fight to come.
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