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Genak
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- Joined
- Jan 21, 2018
Welcome: So as a short introduction, this will obviously be my non-fandom list of pairings and plots. I have been roleplaying for a few years now, and constantly strive to write better and better. I do have a life outside of BMR, as I suspect you do as well. This does mean that I can't always post daily, my goal is 3-5 posts a week, if you can't keep up with that fine, just let me know what you generally can do, and as long as I am not always waiting months for a post we will be fine. In terms of OOC talk I am comfortable with as much or as little as you want. If you want to just keep it to plotting planning and nothing more I will respect that. If you want to see if we can be friends, that is cool too.
Writing style: In general my posts are about 3-5 paragraphs long. Sometimes they dip to 2 paragraphs, I would like to avoid 1 paragraph per post writing. If you do it a few times, and I can see where it is justified it is all good. I ask that you shoot for 2 paragraphs at a minimum.
Pairings I am looking for MC x YC (all characters must be 18+):
Teacher x Student (preferably cheerleader)
College Roommates (Accidental Dorm assignment)
Brother x Step-Sister
Survivors as an Apocalypse starts (no Zombie themes)
Plots: At this time plots can be negotiated and discussed as equals once a pairing is decided on. If you have a plot idea that doesn't involve these pairings you are free to ask and I promise to give you a response. A link to my Superhero plots is here All plots must maintain certain themes:
1. MC will be the submissive and YC the dominant. This doesn't mean MC is a rollover or a pushover or that is personality doesn't involve dominant traits, but he should, eventually, know his role toward YC.
2. No romantic love. There can be romance/smut, strong physical desires, etc. but I much prefer conflicting relationships over fluffy love.
3. No pregnancy, smoking, or illegal drugs. All other dislikes are in the kinklist in the spoiler below.
Writing style: In general my posts are about 3-5 paragraphs long. Sometimes they dip to 2 paragraphs, I would like to avoid 1 paragraph per post writing. If you do it a few times, and I can see where it is justified it is all good. I ask that you shoot for 2 paragraphs at a minimum.
Two days he had been on the run, or was it three? The reality of how long didn't really matter, not for Hanz at least, what was far more important was where he was headed, the Zeitmaschine, it was his golden ticket out of this hell hole. It was 1960 in New Berlin, and things were not great, especially when you were expected to be a one man wrecking crew, the enforcer of all things anti-Nazi, for in this world, in Hanz's timeline the German's had won World War II, and soldiers like Hanz had been instrumental in winning the war and expanding the Reich. What had been the United States was now a part of the Greater Nazi Reich, New York City was made the capital and renamed New Berlin. Washington DC and Los Angeles had been reduced to rubble by massive Atomic Bombs which had essentially won the war for the Axis Powers. By this point Germany had everything, no land in the world was unclaimed by the Nazi regime, it was global domination, and to help enforce it a secret experiment, which Hitler had previously tried to stop after multiple failed attempts, had yielded a brand of super soldier that rivaled anything anyone had ever seen. Project Grizzly Panzer had been founded in 1932, shortly after the end of the war. Hanz was the first, the burliest, and yet also the most humane of the creations. Albert Einstein had truly expanded his role as a scientist, and after more candidate DNA was chosen from far more gruff and rough Nazi's Einstein left the project. The work had already been done though, he was not needed, and his colleagues who had more of the biological expertise continued to create soldiers.
A bullet ripped by Hanz's head, "shitz," he blurted out as he pulled a small tree from the fertile soil and sent it hurtling in the direction of the man who fired it. His strength allowed him luxuries most men simply did not have, his other abilities had been somewhat documented, but the Nazi empire cared little for the extra effects from their experiments so long as the soldiers were loyal, strong, and durable, Hanz was definitely all of those things, but there was more to him, so much more. It was because of this that he had seen the light on the corruption of his mother land. His ability to soak up knowledge like a sponge had allowed him to overhear and understand soldiers talking about the Zeitmaschine when he was but an infant, and now that he fully understood the evil he lived in it was time to fast forward, hopefully to a better time.
Getting to the machine itself still proved to be difficult, while he appeared normal on the outside, tiny chips in his limbs tracked his movements, thus why he was unable to hide and only run, and Hanz had no idea where to find them for extraction and tearing his body apart was not high on his priority list. His one benefit was wearing the uniform of a Nazi soldier, it would help him around the lower ranking personnel as he approached the facility outside of Charleston, West Virginia. The world around him fell silent for a moment, he paused, sniffing the air around him, polluted as it was from Nazi factories the forest still provided some comfort.
Even with a high endurance running for two days had begun to prove exhausting, still his denser muscles and bones held true to form, he knew he could push harder for a bit longer, it was necessary for survival after all. The normally chirping birds in the forest had fled, the incoming soldiers scared them away with their high powered Panzer tanks sent to track down the first. What Hanz did not know however, was that where he was headed there were far greater weapons of destruction, the hills and forests ahead held the most tightly guarded Nazi secret projects since Project Grizzly Panzer had begun, there were exo-suits for individual soldiers to pilot which provided many of the same benefits that Hanz had, except the pilot still had the endurance of a mere mortal. Robotic drones, warriors capable of carrying out simple tasks, were in development as well, though their functionality was limited at best due to a lack of computing advancement.
The roar of a Panzer tank grew louder and louder, it was time to move, Hanz barreled through the forest, summoning a quick burst of energy as he rammed through the emergency exit door to the facility. It had mostly been by accident, it was disguised perfectly as a tree, and soon Hanz found himself falling in the abyss as warning sirens blared throughout the facility shortly thereafter. His presence was known, that was a problem, but he had an unknown advantage, the Zeitmaschine was in the room he landed in, the emergency exit was a last ditch escape plan if things failed, the machine itself was designed to be used to go back and prevent a disaster. Picking himself up from the concrete floor Hanz walked inside the spherical device, one time use, those words were on a big red button, but there were other switches and levers, time and dates were on the machine as well. He set it forward to the year 2020, 60 years into the future aught to be enough to set things straight, or so he hoped.
Banging on the door grew loud, devices to ram it down were already being set into place, Hanz pressed the big red button and soon he was entirely enclosed. What happened next would mystify and baffle even the most hardcore of scientists, to the realm of fantasy believers it would be easy enough to comprehend, the sphere took off from the ground and back up through the hole Hanz and fallen through. Panzer tanks opened fire immediately, their explosive rounds sent the Zeitmaschine sailing through the air, deeper into the forest, as electricity began to arc and flow around the sphere before a giant burst of white light appeared. Hanz covered his eyes from the madness, a wailing sound pierced his ears, and then all was quiet, dark, and slowly, ever so slowly, the light came to.
Hanz was in Clara's world, Clara's time, but he had no clue. His escape from the Nazi's had been a success, but this new world was not likely to take kindly to him, though he had little understanding of exactly what awaited him. Around him small fires had started up, quickly Hanz spread dirt on them to suffocate them, it had been successful. He peeled off the soldier's jacket which had most of the swastika's on it, though his trousers still had a few, the white t-shirt underneath was stretched tight over his muscles. A deep breath yielded clean air, none of the pollution from before, it was glorious, birds chirped in the distance, and the forest itself seemed to be teeming with life. Hanz took a moment to take it all in, enjoy the fresh air, and of course give his muscles a rest.
A bullet ripped by Hanz's head, "shitz," he blurted out as he pulled a small tree from the fertile soil and sent it hurtling in the direction of the man who fired it. His strength allowed him luxuries most men simply did not have, his other abilities had been somewhat documented, but the Nazi empire cared little for the extra effects from their experiments so long as the soldiers were loyal, strong, and durable, Hanz was definitely all of those things, but there was more to him, so much more. It was because of this that he had seen the light on the corruption of his mother land. His ability to soak up knowledge like a sponge had allowed him to overhear and understand soldiers talking about the Zeitmaschine when he was but an infant, and now that he fully understood the evil he lived in it was time to fast forward, hopefully to a better time.
Getting to the machine itself still proved to be difficult, while he appeared normal on the outside, tiny chips in his limbs tracked his movements, thus why he was unable to hide and only run, and Hanz had no idea where to find them for extraction and tearing his body apart was not high on his priority list. His one benefit was wearing the uniform of a Nazi soldier, it would help him around the lower ranking personnel as he approached the facility outside of Charleston, West Virginia. The world around him fell silent for a moment, he paused, sniffing the air around him, polluted as it was from Nazi factories the forest still provided some comfort.
Even with a high endurance running for two days had begun to prove exhausting, still his denser muscles and bones held true to form, he knew he could push harder for a bit longer, it was necessary for survival after all. The normally chirping birds in the forest had fled, the incoming soldiers scared them away with their high powered Panzer tanks sent to track down the first. What Hanz did not know however, was that where he was headed there were far greater weapons of destruction, the hills and forests ahead held the most tightly guarded Nazi secret projects since Project Grizzly Panzer had begun, there were exo-suits for individual soldiers to pilot which provided many of the same benefits that Hanz had, except the pilot still had the endurance of a mere mortal. Robotic drones, warriors capable of carrying out simple tasks, were in development as well, though their functionality was limited at best due to a lack of computing advancement.
The roar of a Panzer tank grew louder and louder, it was time to move, Hanz barreled through the forest, summoning a quick burst of energy as he rammed through the emergency exit door to the facility. It had mostly been by accident, it was disguised perfectly as a tree, and soon Hanz found himself falling in the abyss as warning sirens blared throughout the facility shortly thereafter. His presence was known, that was a problem, but he had an unknown advantage, the Zeitmaschine was in the room he landed in, the emergency exit was a last ditch escape plan if things failed, the machine itself was designed to be used to go back and prevent a disaster. Picking himself up from the concrete floor Hanz walked inside the spherical device, one time use, those words were on a big red button, but there were other switches and levers, time and dates were on the machine as well. He set it forward to the year 2020, 60 years into the future aught to be enough to set things straight, or so he hoped.
Banging on the door grew loud, devices to ram it down were already being set into place, Hanz pressed the big red button and soon he was entirely enclosed. What happened next would mystify and baffle even the most hardcore of scientists, to the realm of fantasy believers it would be easy enough to comprehend, the sphere took off from the ground and back up through the hole Hanz and fallen through. Panzer tanks opened fire immediately, their explosive rounds sent the Zeitmaschine sailing through the air, deeper into the forest, as electricity began to arc and flow around the sphere before a giant burst of white light appeared. Hanz covered his eyes from the madness, a wailing sound pierced his ears, and then all was quiet, dark, and slowly, ever so slowly, the light came to.
Hanz was in Clara's world, Clara's time, but he had no clue. His escape from the Nazi's had been a success, but this new world was not likely to take kindly to him, though he had little understanding of exactly what awaited him. Around him small fires had started up, quickly Hanz spread dirt on them to suffocate them, it had been successful. He peeled off the soldier's jacket which had most of the swastika's on it, though his trousers still had a few, the white t-shirt underneath was stretched tight over his muscles. A deep breath yielded clean air, none of the pollution from before, it was glorious, birds chirped in the distance, and the forest itself seemed to be teeming with life. Hanz took a moment to take it all in, enjoy the fresh air, and of course give his muscles a rest.
Pairings I am looking for MC x YC (all characters must be 18+):
Teacher x Student (preferably cheerleader)
College Roommates (Accidental Dorm assignment)
Brother x Step-Sister
Survivors as an Apocalypse starts (no Zombie themes)
Plots: At this time plots can be negotiated and discussed as equals once a pairing is decided on. If you have a plot idea that doesn't involve these pairings you are free to ask and I promise to give you a response. A link to my Superhero plots is here All plots must maintain certain themes:
1. MC will be the submissive and YC the dominant. This doesn't mean MC is a rollover or a pushover or that is personality doesn't involve dominant traits, but he should, eventually, know his role toward YC.
2. No romantic love. There can be romance/smut, strong physical desires, etc. but I much prefer conflicting relationships over fluffy love.
3. No pregnancy, smoking, or illegal drugs. All other dislikes are in the kinklist in the spoiler below.
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
100% Submissive
100% Rope bunny
99% Masochist
99% Slave
97% Degradee
75% Pet
63% Non-monogamist
58% Experimentalist
58% Primal (Prey)
51% Brat
48% Voyeur
48% Exhibitionist
28% Boy/Girl
18% Vanilla
6% Ageplayer
1% Brat tamer
1% Daddy/Mommy
0% Primal (Hunter)
0% Rigger
0% Dominant
0% Degrader
0% Owner
0% Master/Mistress
0% Sadist
0% Switch
100% Submissive
100% Rope bunny
99% Masochist
99% Slave
97% Degradee
75% Pet
63% Non-monogamist
58% Experimentalist
58% Primal (Prey)
51% Brat
48% Voyeur
48% Exhibitionist
28% Boy/Girl
18% Vanilla
6% Ageplayer
1% Brat tamer
1% Daddy/Mommy
0% Primal (Hunter)
0% Rigger
0% Dominant
0% Degrader
0% Owner
0% Master/Mistress
0% Sadist
0% Switch
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