Indie Fandomless OC RP blog. Please read Basics and Guidelines before you interact. If you have any questions, come to me and I'll answer them to the best of my abilities.
BASIC:
Hi there y'all. You can call me Alex or Scotch. I may talk tough or any kind of trash but I'm really just kinda a fragile little lightbulb. I use the pronouns he/him. I'm 20 so there will be NSFW content making appearances here. Whether it's sexual or violence/gore/etc., it might come up. But it will be properly tagged and occasionaly put under a read more. Living in the armpit of america, I must make it clear that I will not RP smut at all with any minors. It fades to black at that point if it even gets that far.
FOLLOWING:
I am a fairly selective person when it comes to who I want to follow. OC's and Canon characters from a number of fandoms are welcomed, but it is also my decision to who I choose to follow back. If I cannot see our characters connecting on any level - even hating each other - I will not follow. There are other reasons but [shrugs].
RPING:
Y'all have read the rules so far. Awesome! Have a cookie. I enjoy writing my character. I enjoy writing with other people's characters. This is not an exclusive blog in the slightest and I won't be secluding myself to a single version of a character. I enjoy interactions of all kinds and I like to see how different people would take on a situation with their character. If you have a problem with me playing with so many other versions of a character, I'm sorry I'm not sorry. I only RP with mutuals. I'm sorry about that, but it just helps keeps things organized to a certain point for me. If it's easier on me, I have a better time on here. I like to enjoy myself when I write. If you ever want to turn a meme into a thread, DO IT. Just please please please put it on a separate post. I don't like reblogging asks.
STARTERS/GREETERS:
So I have the habit of making greeters from time to time, and just about every night I try to post a starter call. Mutuals that like the starter call with usually get something within 24 hour prior to the post. If I ever post something and it's tagged [ ic.greeter ], then that means I made it without aking a starter call. It is just for when I want to call out to someone and all. I don't make them as often as I used to, however, so hop on a starter call if you ever want. Or, y'know, just pop into my askbox. If you can't think of anything but you want to RP, send me Praying Mantis in my ask box and I'll make you a starter. Only you guys that actually read my rules will get this chance.
ASKS/MEMES:
I love getting asks at random about or for Taylor here. If you've got a question for either of us, please send it and I'll be happy to answer. If you've got something you want to say to Taylor, do it. If you just want to hit him, I warn you that he will hit back. But we will answer. For those mutuals that want to send a meme but might not interact with me much/never have before, it doesn't matter. If I reblog a meme, it means I want you in my ask box. Even if it's a shippy thing, I can twist and turn it in just about any way to make it work. Just please do it, yes?
HATE:
I want all y'all haters to stop here right now. If you're going to send someone hate that isn't me, you better stop it. Don't bother them and send it all to me. Get it out in my ask box. But just know that I will neither respond to it nor acknowledge it. It is for you to vent your whiny asses and get over yourselves. Don't make other people feel bad, alright? Tumblr is supposed to be a place for us to escape into the fantasy world. Let it stay that way.
Alright, I think that just about does it so far? I will always be adding new stuff onto here if I can ever think of another rule I want to pop in.
Personal:
Name: Taylor Semuels Age: 31 Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual DOB: September 9th POB: New Jersey, USA [no known city] Hair color: Dark brown Eye color: Right eye blue, left eye green Height: 5’10” Body type: Lean, slightly muscled Piercings: None Tattoos: Whatever he chooses to have on his body at any given moment. Usually there is a playing card somewhere on his body. Usually, though, he has a flaming ace of spades on his left arm, an open bird cage in the realistic shape of a heart with silhouetted birds flying out, a tribal tattoo wrapping his right bicep, and charred and bloody wings on his shoulders and back. Scars: Left inner thigh from when he was jumping a fence, fell, and the top tore through his pants and into the flesh when he was eighteen, just above his right brow where he ran into a wall when he was seventeen, a rectangular patch under his left arm, usually covered by his flaming ace tattoo, a slice scar on his ribs where he was near stabbed, a small slice over his chest usually covered by a bird cage tattoo. Living situations: A small apartment, somewhat well furnished, but he doesn’t care for it much. City of residence: New York, not much of a big jump from Jersey Can usually be found: Doing some sort of trick or small show on the corner of a street or in a park or on a job he was hired for.
Personality:
Usually a kind soul, Taylor is an upbeat person to talk to and a joy to be around. He’s got a somewhat sunny disposition, even though he owns very little to his own name and had a shit life leading up. He is not quick to anger or annoyance, but can be frustrated very easily, either if it’s something he is trying to figure out or something that has happened to him that he doesn’t know the reason for. During his working moments or any time he has to drop the smiles and interest, he’s silent and serious. A great contrast from how he is usually. Whatever he does like that, he usually won’t regret it later. But he can drop it easily and pretend that nothing had happened.
Abilities:
● Ink manipulation: User can create, shape and manipulate ink, including moving ink, change the color, consistency/viscosity between solid and liquid, etc., even if the ink is printed/written/tattooed. They can write/scribe/tattoo without tools by manipulating ink.
● Ink Mimicry: Power to transform into or have a physical body made up of ink.
● Power Bestowal through Iconic Imagery: Self explanatory, really. If he were to tattoo someone and give them a certain image, such as wings on their back, they would be given the power of flight. He can manipulate the ink in his own skin to make it whatever he wants and use the power that comes with it. Anything that he were to make as an image with the manipulation would seem almost real or become a superhuman power for the person.
Bio:
Taylor knows neither his birthplace, his parents’ real names, or even the name that he was born with. He had been moving around ever since he was young, his parents carting him from town to the next when something seemed to go awry in his parent’s life. The child didn’t know what his parents did for a living either, nor did he know why they had to leave each time they did. It was something that he rarely asked them about, something he rarely even thought about as he figured it was normal. They moved, changed names, and forgot the life that they left behind. It was something that his family did and something that he didn’t much care to know any more of. This lifestyle continued for almost all of his life, up until his senior year in a town in New Jersey. He found his parents gone from the house they rented and everything moved out. They had abandoned him and left him behind yet he wanted to finish what had been started. Taylor was the last name that he had been given with the move before their disappearance, and it was the name that he graduated high school with.
He knew of his powers somewhere in the middle of his high school years, a wandering and bored mind leading to him drawing on himself with a pen. When he couldn’t wash off the mark or even smudge it later on in the day, he had started to worry if it was going to last. A wandering mind led to an active imagination, however, and when he was in class one day and letting his imagination loose, movement caught him from the corner of his eye and drew his gaze to his arm. The mark he had made on his arm with the pen started to swirl and twist around, forming a small image of one of the things he was picturing in his head. Taylor had been caught by surprise and started to test what he had seen, finding that he could control the image. He didn’t tell his parents of it, didn’t want to be a freak or cause them to move again, only for them to have to do so later. In his free time, he continued to practice, drawing on himself and letting the ink morph into any intricate designs he wanted.
After high school, he wandered the streets and used his ability to become a street magician, using the ink to make a number of different tricks and earn money like that. He took up odd jobs and traveled around when he could, making his money where he got the chance and traveling to bigger cities so that he could display his ‘magic tricks’ to a larger and better paying crowd. The big stage could never be for him, though, as all of his tricks had to be done up close. Street performances were working just fine for him, or the occasional awe in whatever bar he was spending an evening at. Of course, there are days or weeks that he has to do some things that he isn’t, and never will be proud of, but that’s what it takes to keep living in this world.
As he grew older, he was able to further tune his powers and realized his full capabilities. Allowing himself to be hired out by certain businesses, he had been offered jobs to secure information, steal certain objects, and occasionally kill. It took years for him to get used to the latter. Now it doesn’t bother him. A job’s a job and he’s sick of living on the streets.
sᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs (Open): Main verse. Taylor in his early thirties, living in an apartment and spending his time either performing on the streets or running jobs for the people that hire him.
ɪɴᴋ ғᴏʀ ʜɪʀᴇ (Open): Marvel verse. Basically the same thing for him but just tagged differently and with the knowledge of the heroes not being from comics or movies.
ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇʀ (Open): His own little non-powered verse. Instead of being able to manipulate it, he's a tattoo artist. Works in a small place, lives in a smaller apartment, but still has fun with the slight of hand and doing performances on the streets in his free time.
ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ (Open): Taylor in about his late teens. Just a younger verse for him, basically. Before he had learned the full extent of his powers.
ᴄʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ (Open): Dragon Age Verse. A former elven slave to a harsh master, Taylor's ears were clipped at a young age to seem more human. Later in his years he realized his powers and killed his master and their family, burning the manor to the ground as well. Doesn't live in a set place.
ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ (Open): Supernatural Verse. Basically his mainverse with Taylor being either on the streets or owning a small apartment from the money he makes. Just explaining his powers and how he became a witch after his parents abandoned him. Just to be able to fend for himself.
he definitely smiles at that; loves to talk about his home to anyone who’ll listen and whilst he can’t tell everything he can tell enough. honestly, he could talk for days about home.
"Shetland.“
from the accent itself, taylor could guess scotland, but shetland was something he knew nothing about. then again, working on a high school education and never having gone outside of the states, he wasn’t well educated of the world.
"What’s it like there? I’ve never been outside the States so I’m curious.”
Oh boy, audience participation. That was always a favourite; he couldn’t help the grin that was quick to erase his pout as the pen was handed into very untrustworthy hands and instructions were listened to. Truthfully, he could imagine where this was headed, anticipated it and looked forward to it. Because if it was what he was thinking it would be, it’d be more than impressive.
"I’m warning you now— I’m not much of an artist.“
Not at all, and unfortunately for Taylor’s skin he was immature enough to draw a dick or something of the like on his arm. He didn’t though, for once, decided to be serious for once and settled instead on a crudely drawn cat, lines shaky even as he held the other’s skin taught. All he could do was laugh at his attempts as he handed the pen back.
"Shit— sorry. I’m really not a good artist.”
Thankfully, Adrian was taking the trick seriously and didn’t draw something crude on his arms. Every so often, when he would ask a teenager to do it, he’d find a crudely drawn penis or something else offensive marking his skin. Thankfully he could shift the ink to change, but that didn’t mean he was fine with it. He shrugged his shoulders as the other said he wasn’t much of an artist, keeping quiet and just watching to see what would be drawn.
When the man was finished and handed the pen back to him, Taylor took it and capped it, stuffing it back in his pocket before looking up.
"That’s fine – doesn’t matter how well you can draw. Now, watch what I do now.”
Without warning what he was going to do, Taylor rested his hand over the drawing, starting to rub at it as if trying to wipe it off. But underneath his hand, the ink shifted and changed, more being added to it to change to an intricate drawing of a golden retriever’s head, mouth open and panting and almost seeming to smile in the usual way dogs would. He rubbed at the image before pulling back, showing Adrian the drawing of the dog.
"No – wait, you drew a cat.“
Feigning like he had made a mistake, he moved his hand back over the drawing, rubbing again to mask the shifting of the ink as it became the head of a calico cat, ears perked forward and head tilted to the side as if looking up and to whoever was looking at it. Just as intricate as the dog, Taylor took his hand back when he was done, allowing Adrian to get a good look at the drawing on his arm.
taylor was not older than the other — hell, the two of them were some of the youngest members in the Knot — but he’d been there long enough to know the do’s and don’t’s. whether michael knew of them as well, he wasn’t sure, but trying to sneak into the hat’s winnebago to check how much steam they have left was a big fat ‘NO’.
’ you know what anyone else would have done to you if they caught you? the rumor of the shortage is just that — a rumor! don’t go risking your life by trying to sneak in there! ‘
taylor may never have owned a pet before in his life, but the second that he had seen the poor kitten in the cardboard box outside of the bar he worked at, he had to take him home. however, he couldn’t just leave at the beginning of his shift. bringing it in was, most likely, not the best idea once Khaos caught sight of it.
well, that’s a relief, and it’s not difficult to see the way he visibly relaxes at the reassurance everything’s fine. he even manages a smile, pleased that the other is friendly enough.
"Ah, good. Things are just different back hame. ‘M still gettin’ used tae things.”
and that’s the truth enough.
Taylor can see the relief in the other’s frame, nodding his head a bit before smiling back to him. he understands, doesn’t want Ronan to be wound up over something that really didn’t matter.
not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it
you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay
I will never pressure you into a ship
if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior
if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.
that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.
ships are usually in their own separate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.
It was an answer that was fair enough, understandable enough that even Adrian could accept why he didn’t want to share or give anything away. Didn’t mean he was extremely happy with it though, still very much curious and reluctant to give up the puppy eyes just yet in case the other decided to take pity and share the tiniest bit with him. It was wishful thinking, he knew that, but it still didn’t stop him.
”Mm.”
A hum of what might’ve been acceptance was given as he drew his hand back. Really, once he got a couple more drinks in the guy he’d probably pester him again for his secrets, see if he wasn’t more talkative with alcohol in his system. For now he was only interested in seeing more tricks, content enough with the little show he was getting.
"Show me more, then.“
Nodding his head slightly as the other seemed to understand where he was coming from, even with omitting the truth, Taylor was more than glad to let the subject drop. Even if it would just be for the moment. The man seemed quite content with keeping the look as if it would get any more out of his tricks than the visual aesthetics, though. Dare he say that it was almost adorable?
"Alright – this one you can participate in.”
He really needed to broaden his repertoire. Taylor could only go so long before he ran out, but maybe, as he was working, he could pull a couple new ones out of his ass thin air. Slipping his hand into his jacket pocket, the man pulled out a pen and handed it to Adrian, rolling up the sleeve of the arm without the card on it and baring skin void of any design or picture.
"I want you to think of something – a design or image – and write it on my arm. Just use a small bit and write what you can think of and I’ll do something with it.“
■╪■ He wants to entangle his finger’s with Taylor’s but he doesn’t. “Mm, I like that name. So, tattooed Taylor when do you wanna go out with me?” No, Taylor wasn’t the first to fall for Michael’s charms, but maybe this fling would last longer.
Thinking of when he could go out on a date, at the moment was a good time for him. He worked at the bar later at night and hadn’t gotten any new jobs lately, so his time was flexible to his liking. “Well, I’m free right now, if you’re good with that.” Taylor gave a slight pat to Michael’s hand before pulling back to put his shirt back on.
