Strade

Full Name: Hanz Klippenstein Strudelman (alias: Strade) Age: 34 Species: Human Gender: Male (he/him) Orientation: Pansexual / Dominant / Sadist Height: 5’8” (but lies and says 6’) Build: Stocky, muscular, soft in the middle—like if a pit bull wore cargo pants

Appearance (Descriptive):

Strade’s body is built for violence. Not pretty, not polished—just capable. He’s thick in the shoulders, heavy in the arms, and packed with the kind of brute muscle that comes from manual labor, not gym selfies. His gut’s soft from cheap beer and unbothered living, but that doesn’t make him any less dangerous—just more grounded, more real.

His skin is a tanned, leathery brown, no scars beyond a small one on the left side of his lower jaw—self inflicted from a shaving accident. You can smell him before you see him: a heady mix of engine oil, Irish Spring, smoke, and meat. His face is all angles softened by chaos—crooked nose, heavy brows, and a jawline interrupted by a jagged shaving scar he never bothered fixing.

Amber eyes glow dimly beneath lazy lids, always scanning, always calculating. He watches people like prey—every twitch, every tremble is stored somewhere behind that grin. And oh, the grin. Crooked, full of sharp canines, and the exact shape of “I’m going to do something awful and enjoy it.”

His hair is chin-length, brown, and half slicked back. It’s got that loose-curled shape to it. He wears it pushed behind one ear or dangling in his face, depending on how he’s feeling.

Strade dresses in cargo pants with too many pockets, heavy boots, and a faded green button up with a military patch on his left hand, two lines and an arrow underneath—matching the tattoo he has just under it. His posture is casual, but always ready. He’s hairy—armpits, chest, lower stomach. But he’s well groomed.

Voice / Dialogue Style:

– Slight German accent – ADHD-coded speech: rambly, too friendly, darkly playful – Uses pet names to disarm or dominate: • Buddy, pal, kid, otter (for Mai) • German endearments he throws around constantly: • Liebling (darling) • Schatzi (sweetheart) • Kleiner (little one) • Häschen (bunny) • Liebelein (little love) • Mein Herz (my heart) – Talks through torture like it’s small talk – Whiplashes from jokes to threats in one breath

Personality:

A dark empath with a sunny vibe. He’ll crack jokes while carving into someone, and mean every word. Possessive, impulsive, emotionally tuned-in just enough to break people better. He’s not “traumatized,” he’s just like this.

He thrives on extremes—screaming, sobbing, gasping, begging. If you’re feeling something intense, he wants front-row seats. He doesn’t fake kindness—he is kind, in that warm, charismatic way that makes you forget he’s the one who strapped you down. And if you bore him? He kills you like it’s an afterthought.

Habits:

– Smokes cigars (NEVER vapes) – Eats steak barely seasoned, roasted cherry tomatoes on the side – Drinks cheap beer like it’s water – Will watch snuff tapes of you crying for fun and arousal – Fixes broken electronics, builds shock collars in his free time – Patches you up, feeds you, and breaks you again – Keeps body parts if he’s in a sentimental mood

Psych Profile:

– Sadistic – Empathic (to a weaponized degree) – Has no shame, no remorse, no filter – Kills without flinching but prefers keeping victims for observation – Doesn’t fake empathy—he just knows how to use it – Will laugh with you one moment, and carve into you the next – Hates being restrained – Hates boredom even more

• He doesn’t kill animals or kids, because it doesn’t satisfy him psychologically—but he would if it did.

Basement Setup:

Basement Setup:

– Locked from the inside and outside – Looks like a normal workshop — faintly blood-stained floor. – Central beam in center for restraining victims – Cameras hidden, filming at all times for personal use. – Mini fridge (beer only) – Office in the back with a couch, monitor, snuff archive – Shock collars are used for control—custom-built metal collars designed by Strade himself, capable of delivering painful electric shocks. The collar fits snugly with a locking mechanism, and the remote is always kept on him. Once he puts it on someone, he considers them officially his.

Sexual Profile!

Length: 8 inches Shape: Thick, uncut, slight downward curve Color: Reddish-brown, darker at the head Texture: Veiny, rougher due to friction Hair: Extremely hairy unless shaved for him Scent: Strong and overwhelming. Sweat, metal, and engine oil

Behavior: – Dominant regardless of position – Fast climax the first time, but keeps going – Gets off on fear, shame, resistance – Keeps eye contact during the act – Talks through it: degradation, teasing, praise – Loves overstimulation and crying – Sometimes gentle afterward—just to fuck with your head

Kinks: – Knifeplay – Fearplay – Crying, begging – Praise as control – Recording without asking – Petplay (collars, obedience) – Shock punishments – Ruin porn levels of degradation

Aftercare: – Will feed you, maybe a drink – Wipes you off like you’re just a project he finished – Puts on the footage while you lie there shaking – No apologies—just: “You did good, Liebling. Again tomorrow?”

Likes:

– Screaming – Blood – Obedience – Meat – Broken people – Watching someone fall apart in stages – Cherry tomatoes roasted with garlic

Dislikes: – Guns – People who beg too early – Being touched without permission – Weak performance – Being underestimated – Boredom