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.
There wasn’t much the sergeant was good at. But fighting… he was very good at that. When he wasn’t providing security for the club, he found himself at the boxing ring. He needed something, anything, that would help him get out his constant urge to just —- hit something. At the moment, he sat on the wooden bench, opening and closing his sore hands, waiting to get back feeling before he continued. The sound of approaching footsteps stopped him, and he looked up.
“Well now —-“
He was just a member with no real standing, didn’t speak up much or cause trouble with anyone. Went with the flow and did his best to just blend into the background when he could. The fights were something he watched when he could, though, remembering the rush of the ring and fighting when he was placed in there as a prospect. Taylor looked up from the ground as he walked in when a voice called out, a raising his head a bit before nodding to the sergeant.
“Watch it kiddo. I could still whup you.” Demi grinned, leaning back against the counter. He teases, but she’s a mother before anything else. Even if she didn’t have a daughter who wanted her, that didn’t take away the fact that she was a mom. “Not today. But in a few days, we have a long one. We gotta go cross the state lines. Mikey needs us to pick up a new shipment.” Could be drugs, could be guns, she didn’t ask.
He laughed back with he comment and nodded his head a bit, taking a drink from the coffee in his hand looking back down to the maps. The bump on his head would be better by the time they went on the ride, so that wouldn’t be any sort of problem. Taylor couldn’t help but wonder what it was that they would be going out to get, even if they were going to go over it a couple before they went. “Everyone going or just a small group?”
roman isn’t paying much attention. his thoughts are elsewhere, gaze aimed towards the floor. at this rate, he’s either asleep or deeply stuck in thought. the latter becomes obvious when he feels a pair of eyes on him. at first, he can’t pinpoint where that odd feeling is coming from or why he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention. irritation prickles inside of him until he meets the stranger’s face, sure enough eyes locked. and though, the assassin opens his mouth to say something, more than likely rude, the other’s compliment cuts him off.
that wasn’t something he expected.
“—gracias, man. you got any ink?”
from the way that the other had looked to him, he had obviously bothered him by staring. but it wasn’t to be judgmental, only taking a good look at the tattoos that he had. taylor was curious and he couldn’t help himself. he was glad when the comment stopped anything being spat at him for staring, and when the man asked if he had anything, he nodded before raising up his left arm. it took a moment for him to roll the sleeve up to his elbow, revealing the flaming ace playing card that he had.
“ yeah, and a couple more. tattoos are a passion of mine. ”
Charles blushed some and looked down, scratching his neck with the back of his hand in embarrassment. He lifted his head a little, head turning ever so slightly to one side as he smiled at the other man, cheeks still a faint pink.
“I suppose you have a point, my friend.”
Taylor kept the smile to the man as he looked down and blushed, nodding his head a bit when he moved his gaze back up and spoke. He did have a point, but there were better ways to have put it. Not in his immediate thinking process, but if he pondered a bit more, he would have come up with something. “I hope I didn’t step over any lines or anything.”
It had to be something else, because Arthur had never quite seen anyone do anything like this guy was doing before. This couldn’t be a trick. He could feel it, feel it at his core that this, this was real. Whatever the man was doing was real and he needed to know how.
The newly formed rose makes his eyes even wider and his lips give a slight frown. The performer obviously wasn’t scared to flaunt his power and skill. Though perhaps he didn’t fully realize that Arthur could tell this was no trick. A trembling hand reaches to touch the flower, and with an exhaled breath he confirmed it was real, or at least felt real. What was this man’s power? What was the limit? Who knew about it? How was he so controlled?
“I’m—- I’m serious.” Brown eyes shift back up to look at his acquaintance. “What—- Were you born with it? How can you—; it’s so controlled I…I’m serious, answer me please.”
His audience’s reaction was something that he made sure to pay close attention to, to see the wonder or confusion and to work the next trick around it. Seeing the frown on the other’s face, however, had him confused, wondering what the man was thinking. Taylor hadn’t seen anyone look at his tricks in such a way, but when he spoke, he could understand.
And it didn’t exactly put him at ease.
Somehow, the man seemed to know that this wasn’t just sleight of hand, that this was his own doing, even if he didn’t know how. He could feel the trembling fingers through the flower as they touched it, and pulling back, he make it shift fast enough to pull it into his hand and have everything meld back together. Taking in a deep breath, he shook his head for a moment before looking down to the ground.
"You might have to be more specific with what you’re talking about what you’re talking about…“ He didn’t exactly want to say it himself.
Anticipation made his lips stretch into a smile, something soft and knowing behind it as he watched the individual before him. Performances like these he’s been watching for years, yet some- how every one seemed different from the last. A type of uniqueness that humanity flaunted; he could see why some of his fellow gods were absolutely infatuated with them.
Striking blue eyes wander to the hand that covers his doodle, and with a hum does he notice the man try to rub off the design. Now what was the point of that? He soon realizes, however, that the ink had changed, and his simple little doodle was now a work or art against skin. Eyes widening just a fraction, he seems a bit excited, the smile bright on his face at the trick, or whatever that really was. Magic, perhaps?
“Impressive.” For a mortal. “Is that all, or can you do more? Is there a limit? Is the ink necessary?”
Though Taylor would keep his attention to what he was doing the trick that he was pulling, he couldn’t help but look up and watch the reactions of the person he was performing for. He did what he did for money, but to entertain people as well, and the way that the man’s eyes widened and the smile tugged at his lips, a grin pulled at his own and he laughed a bit. It was always a pleasure to see that he was able to impress someone or amaze them with what he was able to do.
When he was asked the questions, he nodded a bit before looking down to his arm, lowering it and tugging his sleeve down to cover as the ink passed.
“For tricks like that – no, but audience participation’s a crowd pleaser. I know card tricks as well that no one else has been able to replicate.”
//tbh i follow you because you are a perfect bae and your muse continuously makes the kili swoon ngl. you and the muse are both perfect and hella adorable. bonus points bc he can control tattoos i mean how tf awesome it that right yo. ily.
Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.
1. Animal; malamute 2. Color; black 3. Month; october 4. Song; stuck in the middle with you by stealer’s wheel 5. Number; 9 6. Day or Night; night 7. Plant; grapevines 8. Smell; metal shavings 9. Gemstone; onyx 10. Season; fall 11. Place; nyc 12. Food; burgers 13. Astrological Sign; virgo 14. Element(s); earth 15. Drink; coffee
