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Hello gorgeous and thank you so much for coming to visit. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable while I pour us a drink. You're welcome to stay for a long as you like, which includes all night if you so desire. My name is FulMetlSlakr (often pronounced Full Metal Slacker). Yes that's a mouth full and while I adore a lady who enjoys a mouthful, it may be easier if you just called me Al. I'll answer to a few things. Darling is a personal favorite of mine or my love if you're feeling especially affectionate. But enough of my senseless jabbering. Onto what you really came here for.About me:
I've been around RP for a while and I fancy myself a decent writer. I favor good story telling over smut but I do enjoy that aspect of RP, so be prepared to write some occasionally. My writing and storytelling only gets better when we have strong OOC communication. I write from the male perspective. I expect you to write from the female perspective.
What you get from me:
- No one liners ever
- Decent grammar and spelling. I make the occasional error because nobody's perfect
- Reply length you can work with. I don't write pages and pages unless my muse is really over active that day and the story calls for it.
- Frequent replies. Sometimes life happens and you only get one that week. Just happens that way. I try and write every day.
- A plot helper. Carrying the story will not be solely up to you. I want to be part of this tale too.
- Frequent OOC communication
- No one liners ever
- Decent Grammar and spelling
- Reply length I can work with. Usually one to two paragraphs.
- At least one reply a week
- Frequent OOC communication
- Flexibility
- If the above bullet made your kinky little muse giggle, that's great :)
- Also be willing to help me plot the story (I cannot stress this one enough. An overwhelming majority of writers I break up with is done over this issue right here. Be willing to write with me. PM if you have questions about this).
Cock and Ball worship, rough sex, scratching, biting, screaming, chocking, hair pulling, oral (giving and receiving). I don't consider myself a hard line BDSM person. I can enjoy writing about such things. When I do write about such things, I will only write from the dominate perspective. If you are not a BDSM person, message me anyway. I write vanilla relationships as well.
I really enjoy the discovery portion of the characters. When they meet and there is strong attraction and that attraction builds over some time. It helps me to invest in our characters and ultimately makes my writing better. Then something romantic and develop between them. Then smutty things can start to develop. No steaming up the windows first thing.
I really enjoy the discovery portion of the characters. When they meet and there is strong attraction and that attraction builds over some time. It helps me to invest in our characters and ultimately makes my writing better. Then something romantic and develop between them. Then smutty things can start to develop. No steaming up the windows first thing.
Rape. If it belongs in the toilet, don't smear it across the page. I find my muse is unwilling to cooperate with slapping and degradation. Subs with sassy mouths can be disciplined without being struck. It's typically more fun that way. If you have something questionable, just ask me. Judgement and kink shaming are not mine to wield.
Occasionally I find a partner who wants to write about characters who are at extreme odds with each other at first. That has the potential to be great. What isn't great is when the male lead begins to hand some of that grief back to the female lead and I starting getting pissy OOC messages about it. Do us both a favor. Don't be that lady.
Pairings:
My desire role is in bold. Pairing should be accompanied by a suggested plot below.
Charitable High Elf Noble x Drow recently escaped to the surface
Sheltered Nobleman's Daughter x Monastery Orphan
PLOT:
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What lurks in the Underdark? The Illithid and the Duergar and other things for sure. He was born in the city of Ched'Nasad and it is there from birth that males being their servitude. By happenstance, the matrons sent him to the surface on a retrieval task. It was a strange request form them to make and the first mistake he'd seen them make in 150 years, he had to take advantage of it. The surface world was noting like he'd read about but it was far from the Underdark, which was precisely the aim of his escape. The Matron mothers would surely send agents to look for him, but what would they find so hindered? One elf could escape unnoticed through the cityscape where many would stand out. The name of his people in their own language had a rather noble ring to it, Illythiiri. In the surface tongue is was simply Drow. It sounded like something shadowy, to be feared. It wasn't far from the truth.
She is a high elf, light hair skin and eyes like the ocean. Charitable yet wise, cheerful yet cautious, compassionate yet stubborn and with enough good sense to convince him to come away to her people before they are at war with the human kingdoms.
She is a high elf, light hair skin and eyes like the ocean. Charitable yet wise, cheerful yet cautious, compassionate yet stubborn and with enough good sense to convince him to come away to her people before they are at war with the human kingdoms.
“Look upward and share the wonders I've seen.” John Crichton, Astronaut.
(Just as a note, the lead female in this story doesn't have to be the female genetic creation. She can be a different romantic interest. However, if that is the path we go with, then the female genetic creation will be a long term and rather crafty villain for us)
The Peacekeeper Wars ended ten cycles ago. A decacycle was not such a long time in the grand scheme of galactic politics, but it was just long enough for plots, schemes and other major moves to be planned and brought to fruition.
Natural born hybrids were a waste of time, credits, not to mention a clear violation of the clean bloodlines policy set forth by upper echelons Peacekeeper command. Selective trait selection was the next breakthrough. Baseline Sebacean, a diminutive portion of Luxan, specifically to boost their physicality past Sabacean norms and just enough foreign DNA from an extinct species to boost their psionic potential to levels no one had really seen for an eon. They were made two, male and female and without the ability to breed except with each other. She was bred for superior intellect, with a mind for tactics, science and technology. Her fate was to be the perfect saboteur. He was bred for superior physicality and sharp senses, with killer instinct.
They were raised separately. She was taken in by a non military Sabacean family and given the best education that wealthy traders could offer. He was raised inside an energy dome, enclosed around forest, jungle, swamp and a prefabricated urban environment specific for his training needs. They gave him brief socialization, but barely just enough to keep on the sane side of sociopathology. Together they were meant to kill Scarrans wholesale, but the wars between Scarrans and Sebaceans ended while they were still too young to serve. The call was made to retire the entire program, and the subjects, while giving high command plausible deniability, in case the Scarrans or the Eidolons began to ask too many questions during the peace talks.
Of course such things that thrive in the shadows do not die so easily. Her adoptive family, knowing that she was different yet still unaware of her true purpose, had foresight enough to hide her away, until she was old enough to strike out on her own. When the kill teams came for him, he hid in the jungle canopy, eliminating them one at a time. Listening to their comms and using their own weapons against them. It did not take them long before they gave up the ghost, decommissioned the observation station in orbit and shut down the reactor powering the field. He was finally free, alone and stranded, until an off course prob found him, barely an adult, but thriving alone.
(Just as a note, the lead female in this story doesn't have to be the female genetic creation. She can be a different romantic interest. However, if that is the path we go with, then the female genetic creation will be a long term and rather crafty villain for us)
The Peacekeeper Wars ended ten cycles ago. A decacycle was not such a long time in the grand scheme of galactic politics, but it was just long enough for plots, schemes and other major moves to be planned and brought to fruition.
Natural born hybrids were a waste of time, credits, not to mention a clear violation of the clean bloodlines policy set forth by upper echelons Peacekeeper command. Selective trait selection was the next breakthrough. Baseline Sebacean, a diminutive portion of Luxan, specifically to boost their physicality past Sabacean norms and just enough foreign DNA from an extinct species to boost their psionic potential to levels no one had really seen for an eon. They were made two, male and female and without the ability to breed except with each other. She was bred for superior intellect, with a mind for tactics, science and technology. Her fate was to be the perfect saboteur. He was bred for superior physicality and sharp senses, with killer instinct.
They were raised separately. She was taken in by a non military Sabacean family and given the best education that wealthy traders could offer. He was raised inside an energy dome, enclosed around forest, jungle, swamp and a prefabricated urban environment specific for his training needs. They gave him brief socialization, but barely just enough to keep on the sane side of sociopathology. Together they were meant to kill Scarrans wholesale, but the wars between Scarrans and Sebaceans ended while they were still too young to serve. The call was made to retire the entire program, and the subjects, while giving high command plausible deniability, in case the Scarrans or the Eidolons began to ask too many questions during the peace talks.
Of course such things that thrive in the shadows do not die so easily. Her adoptive family, knowing that she was different yet still unaware of her true purpose, had foresight enough to hide her away, until she was old enough to strike out on her own. When the kill teams came for him, he hid in the jungle canopy, eliminating them one at a time. Listening to their comms and using their own weapons against them. It did not take them long before they gave up the ghost, decommissioned the observation station in orbit and shut down the reactor powering the field. He was finally free, alone and stranded, until an off course prob found him, barely an adult, but thriving alone.
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