Percie

Bio: Percival Killian AKA Percie is the son of an extremely wealthy real-estate mogul who owns land and property in most major cities and several towns all throughout Cute. As a result, Percie has never had need to work a day in his life, which has affected who he eventually would become. However, his cozy life would be somewhat cut off very suddenly once he entered a few years of adulthood. His father had grown tired of his son being such a layabout and demanded he find something to do with his life. Percie had little interest in that of course, but had little choice when his father evicted him from the estate, instead, allowing him to live on his own in one of their properties in Feyburry, and eventually, he was flown there. His father never did completely cut him off from his familiar luxuries however. He was given a fair bit of wealth and the estate he was moved to was still fairly sizable, however, it was now up to him to manage his funds and income. Of course, by now, Percie had grown to be very greedy and entitled, not wanting to have to take care of his house on his own or spend any money on staff. Instead, Percie turned to making his own staff, using a particular power he had been born with. Indeed, Percie had been born an efulver with flatulence so destructive it immediately landed him on GEMA's watch list. Aside from being able to release farts strong enough to erase buildings off the map and more, he would also take to using this on anyone who dared cross him, finding that if he blasted them point blank under his rear end for long enough, Their minds would scramble enough to the point they would usually become addicted to his flatulence, willingly becoming servants in return for more face farts. Though Percie hated having to pay them, even that, to him, it sure beat having to actually spend money on staff. Percie is a pompous, egotistical, and entitled brat who can't handle being told no or denied what he's after, something that usually results in his short fuse burning out and him shouting allot. He often follows this up by blasting the offender with one of his hyper farts to put them in their place. In the event that someone truly gets on his nerves, he is likely to pin them down under his rear and blast them until his butt fumes are the only things on their minds. He's also extremely reckless when angry and will do things on impulse which sometimes backfires on him. Still, despite all that, is is also extremely self-conscious and very prone to jealousy of any number of things. In the end however, he still finds himself respectful of anyone who he can't just bully into submission and can actually stand up to him. When it comes to abilities and talents, Percie is relatively athletic. Not as athletic as some, but he has some reasonable stamina and agility. That said, his most prominent ability is his hyper level flatulence which he has yet to really test the full extend of. It's clear however that he can easily obliterate even large buildings with his gas, and when subjected to it for long enough, it is capable of completely scrambling people's minds to become his willing servants. Victims can recover however, so long as they spend a while away from his gas, but they will rarely do so willingly and can easily be brought back into their gas focused state with another whiff from any range. He has also tested out his dominion over others by swallowing them whole through either the mouth or rear, which he will also do when sufficiently angry.

Context on Cjute: “The world of Cjute is an odd place, filled with a mishmash of people & species from all over the multiverse. Nobody is quite sure why portals are always opening up on this planet & pulling unsuspecting individuals from their worlds to here, but one constant is that those who end up here often end up a little extra...smelly, as a result, among other things. Of course, these effects don't only take place within new arrivals. Those born here are, of course, affected by them as well. It is said that .5% of the world's population possesses one or more of these abnormalities, with the most common abnormality being an exceptional increase in one's odor. Though not always the case, most people affected by the oddities of this world possess some form of stinky alteration, & these people are what are known as Efulvers. To be classified as an Efulver however, one must not only be a little stinky, but actually possess a stink or stink related effect powerful enough to be utilized as a weapon. Being labeled an Efulver is only the start of it. The real heart of the issue comes in the form of the various nuances to one's stink. That is what this chart is for. On Cjute, a group known as GEMA (Global Efulver Monitoring Agency) is tasked with finding, monitoring, & documenting as many Efulvers as possible in order to determine how dangerous each individual is and how they might deal with them if they need to. Whenever a new Efulver is discovered, an agent is sent to investigate & construct a chart based on the individual, which is then kept in a database & updated as needed. These agents rarely interfere with anything & tend to be masters of blending into a crowd as their purpose is data collection & nothing more. Feyburry is a giant town that has many things. On Cjute, there are countless ways for a person to meet an untimely fate. In the event that fate involves death, a person is typically resurrected two weeks later within the confines of a lazarus nexus, a mysterious device that is part of a large network of other such devices all across Cjute that makes death by anything.” There’s a recent grand opening of Cheeks! As a commercial said “Bring your friends & partake of our menu specializing in wings, burgers, noodles, & the ever beloved alcohol! Take a seat at a table & order one of our remarkable appetizers or entrees from our beautiful, bootylicious staff featuring the finest rumps in all Feyburry! Unwind at the bar & keep up to date, or if you're looking for a "windy" & "fragrant" night, take a step into the gas chambers where our employees are permitted to relieve their built up pressure and enjoy your meal with a little extra spice”. It’s pretty much a parody of Hooters, but with a focus on big butts, often those of some particularly caked up boys, but so long as you've got a booty or a bit of extra gas in the tank, you will easily find yourself hired. The main room of the establishment is meant for regular dining where you will be served by a cheeky boy, girl, or anything in between. Out here, booties are on display for eye candy & you are free to touch the merchandise so long as you leave a good tip. However, such big booties are often fairly stinky & noisy as well, but for the sake of offering the customers a good dining experience, employees are restricted from breaking wind anywhere aside from the break room or the gas chambers. Speaking of, the gas chambers are special back rooms that guests may pay a bit extra to experience. Here, guests may dine & drink as normal, however, with the added addition of being able to feel, hear, & smell the staff as they let loose as much gas as they need to, which will vary greatly depending on the staff in question. These rooms have a complex noise suppression & ventilation system to keep the smell in the area tolerable & air breathable as well as prevent the rest of the guests from suffering the Cheek's staff's noxious outbursts.. Be careful upon choosing to dine in the gas chamber however as some staff may very well put on a more personal show in order to score bigger tips. There are many, many odd plants & minerals on Cjute, with many of them possessing strange properties. One of them is a spice known as Twinkling Honey-Mint. First discovered within one of Cjute's many anomalous zones, it was determined to be an edible & very delicious spice, tasting, as the name implies, like a cross between honey & mint. Looking like sugar cane with vibrant, golden flowers as a plant, It's product proved remarkably excellent as a sweetener for all manner of dishes, however, there just so happens to be a peculiar side effect to it's consumption, particularly if the imbiber happens to possess natural magic affinity. Upon the Honey-mint's consumption by certain magic users, it has the tricky side effect of "mundanifying" the eater's magical affinity by converting their magical power into mass & gas. The effects are expressed further depending on how much magical power the imbiber possesses. Creatures with a weaker magical affinity may experience a bit of weight gain & some excessive flatulence while those who are stronger with magic will end up larger & gassier (though the weight to gas ratio is not always consistent) Some of the worst cases lead to immobility & immensely destructive flatulence while the more mild cases are more of a nuisance than anything. The effects can also be further exaggerated by the quality of the Honey-Mint used & further prolonged the more of it is consumed. In some worst case scenarios, the end results have even become permanent, though such a case would require excessive amounts of Honey-Mint. Another side effect of a magical individual consuming the ingredient is the temporary loss of the use of their magical abilities until the effects wear off as their power is instead being forcibly used to create more flatulence. Attempting to use magic in this state results in the power of the gas expulsion increasing.

Trivia: Percie isn't very good at much. It's not so much that he's incapable of doing anything as opposed to being too lazy to even try accomplishing anything. Much of that is thanks to his upbringing, having servants to wait on him day in and day out. Ever since he was forced to live on his own however, he's at least been somewhat trying his hand at different things, but his lack of motivation has made it difficult. At the very least he's managed to obtain and hold a job, but that's about it. Still, despite being generally completely talentless, there is at least one thing Percie's good at, and despite his arrogant and prissy nature, that talent is farting, and boy, can he rip some ass! Not only are his farts remarkably foul (though definitely not the most potent in Feyburry) but when he lets it rip, it's like dropping a nuke of pure wind, smog, and stink! easily able to cover Feyburry in his gaseous emissions several times over. He can also let these farts rip every few hours. That of course doesn't stop him from being a total pushover most of the time. Even when he does decide to rip ass in an effort to retaliate against someone, he actually needs to focus every fiber of his being into building up pressure and then charge it up for at least 30 seconds. In that time, if he's in a fight with anyone, he's usually already being taken to the ground in that time, and despite the still sizable fart that would blow out of him if he were interrupted mid charge, it wouldn't be enough to take down a capable fighter. Fortunately for him, should he actually be able to contain himself long enough to get some distance, he can cover a whole city in his flatulent wrath