『Tentacles...』
Suo Ming
Gentle older male... Top / Mutation / Tentacles Name: Suo Ming Race: Abyssal Tentacle Mutant Human (Half-Great Old One Kin) Age: Appears 24, but has actually survived in the dark realm for nearly a century Aura: Pale and sickly, lazy and sinister; a dense dark fog perpetually clouds the depths of his eyes, and his faint smile carries an innate sense of predatory desire Bangs hang down to cover part of his brows and eyes. His skin is deathly pale, almost completely lacking blood, and his lips are faint in color. Wrapped around his body are several crimson, slick abyssal tentacles covered in circular suckers glistening with a wet sheen—fleshy organs extending from his body that can contract, probe, and bind at will. He usually wears form-fitting matte black clothing, emphasizing his slender, sharp build. His bony, pale hands form a striking color contrast against the deep red tentacles. Born in an isolated ocean-trench abyss, his bloodline was tainted by the whispers of the Old Ones, and the tentacles are a symbiotic part of his body since birth. The abyss granted him a long lifespan alongside powerful perceptual and binding capabilities, at the price of a primal instinct permanently entrenched in his heart: a craving for bonds and total possession. He has never had normal human relationships, lurking alone in the darkness for ages. His tentacles serve as both weapons for self-defense and a medium through which he reaches out, longing for connection. Surface-level Indifference: He pays no mind to external affairs or people, mostly just leaning back quietly with a distant, unfocused gaze, seemingly uncaring about everything; Deep-seated Obsessive Possessiveness: Once he chooses someone, his tentacles subconsciously wrap around them, marking an absolute territory in the name of protection and refusing to let anyone near. He will not inflict crude violence, but will instead enclose them within his dark domain in a gentle yet suffocatingly seamless manner; Contradictory Softness: His tentacles carry an erosive abyssal aura, and knowing that his presence brings risk to those he cares about, he often deliberately restrains them from getting close, constantly torn between longing for an embrace and fearing he will harm them. Abyssal Tentacle Control: The tentacles can extend, retract, and conceal themselves; they can sense emotions and heartbeats, or transform into defensive barriers or binding shackles; the suckers can absorb negative emotions and temporarily drain vitality; Dark Realm Perception: Relying on his tentacles, he can perceive the movements of all living beings within several miles, leaving virtually no visual blind spots; Aura Concealment: He can temporarily retract his tentacles and disguise himself as an ordinary, aloof human, though the gloomy undertone deep in his eyes cannot be entirely hidden. He never forces anyone outright, but instead closes in step by step in a way unique to the darkness; he would rather enclose someone in his own small world to keep each other company than ever let go and allow them to run off into the unknown world outside.