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.