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.
■╪■ “I wouldn’t mind seeing you shirtless.” He wouldn’t no, but he’d want to touch. Time is a very odd duck, but he’s a nice fellow. He keeps his eyes on Taylor’s body, humming to himself slightly. “Are they all on your upper body?” He hadn’t even introduced himself yet.
A bold comment in Taylor’s books, but the smile on his lips doesn’t fall, the man only nodding his head to the last question that was asked. "Yeah – getting them there was just easier for me.“ Of course, he could have shifted the ink to his lower body before, but he saw no point in it. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it up and over his head, revealing the tattoos along his arm, chest, and back for the other to examine.
oh— right. human etiquette is still a thing, and a thing he’s not quite yet mastered. oops. now he’s worried he’s came off as weird, that the other is quietly judging him and oh he’s a very self conscious seal right about now.
"Uh— Ronan. Nice tae meet you.“
he’s trying his hardest not to laugh at the way the other looks at him, how he seems to think that he’s done something offensive or of the like. Taylor manages to keep quiet, nodding his head as his name was given.
"It’s nice to meet you too. And don’t worry about what you did before. You didn’t really do anything wrong, I just found it funny.”
■╪■ “Could I see them? I’ll show my other tattoo. Hell, I’ll even let you give me more.” Yeah, he’s always an equal mix of awkward and flirty & now is no different.
An interesting way to ask if he could see the rest, but the request worked, Taylor nodding his head as he focused the ink to shift along the skin into different designs. A tribal band wrapped around his right bicep, charred and bloody wings along his back, and a heart shaped bird cage on his chest, the door open and seeming to let out a small flock of silhouetted birds. “Only if you don’t mind me taking off my shirt.”
probably not. for one he’s not even actually aware of how tattoos are done, and whilst he’s no stranger to pain he doesn’t much feel like seeking it out. and his other skin— he wouldn’t risk that for the world, takes better care of it than he does anything else. ink would surely ruin it, and whoever before had seen a seal with tattoos upon its flesh?
"If you do get one, really think about what you want. They’re permanent, so you wouldn’t wanna regret it.”
something everyone save himself has to consider when getting one. it really is astounding what some will have on them, even more so when it the designs are terrible. most times he ends up laughing at the poor suckers. Taylor could only wonder what the man before him could possibly get or want to get.
“By the way, made yourself quite familiar with my arm without knowing my name. I’m Taylor.”
■╪■ He shrugs, trying to think about Khaos’s tattoos. “I dunno, he’s got a lot. He looks kinda like this big ol’ ugly biker guy. He’s just got a lot. I have two, but I’m not taking my shirt off to show you the other one.”
“Sounds like an interesting sight to see. I’ve got more than just this one as well, but not as much as you make it sound like your brother has.” Taylor can’t help the soft laugh that escapes him.
■╪■ “It’s pretty though, your tattoos.” The personification was tired and he sounded sad. “I mean.. I like your tattoos. My twin brother has some too.”
Raising a brow slightly as the other referred to his tattoos as pretty, a smile tugged at the man’s lips before he shook his head a bit. "Thanks… What kind of tattoos does your brother have?“
the stranger’s arm is given back to him, the seal’s curiosity has been sated for now although he still doesn’t understand too much about marks on his skin.
"Naw. I don’t think I could, to be honest.“
skin and him is a funny thing, he’s not too sure how it’d work on his own.
once his arm is given back, he runs a hand along the tattoo, shifting the ink just the slightest to make the ace of spades into an ace of clubs. just a small change that wouldn’t be caught by anyone not paying attention.
"A lot of people think it hurts more than it really does, but when it’s over, it’s worth it.”
though he’s only gotten two actual tattoos in his life. the rest of the designs are results of drawing on himself with a pen and the ink seeping in, never to come out.
■╪■ A sharp nod, “My tattoos don’t do that.” He stuck out his hands, little black circles tattooed on his bony fingers.
“Tattoos don’t do whatever you think you just saw.” A hand moved to cover the tattoo on his left arm, the flaming ace of spades that he shifted to make the flames flick and blaze as if alive. He really needed to watch who was around when he used his power.
his eyes squint; he seems surprised that those lines can’t be felt under the skin, if he wasn’t looking at them he wouldn’t even be aware they were there. he can’t even smell them, and he has a very good sense of smell.
"Aye. Well no— I’d only seen them from far away afore.”
with the fascination in his tattoo, Taylor’s almost tempted to give the man a spook. even though he said that he had seen them from far away before, up close was different. especially if the tattoo suddenly started to move. not just yet, though.
"Have you ever considered getting one for yourself? Even if you’ve only seen them from a distance before?“
without asking he’ll reach out to grasp the other’s arm for thorough examination, to run fingers over lines of ink and turn his limb this way and that.
"—That’s just uncan.“
the sudden grab was enough to make him jump, ready to pull his arm back and away from the man. but the other’s fingers merely ran over the design, as if wanting to feel if it was really there.
"A lot of people have tattoos – and this isn’t the only one I have. —— is this the first time you’ve seen one?”
