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’m sorry to bother you on such a fine day, but I want to ask if you possibly have a pen on you?“
It’s not one of the weirdest things he’s asked, there have been stranger in more serious situations, but it was a part of a trick he was planning to do. If he couldn’t grab a corner to perform on, he figured he was going to pick people out by random.
He’s staring at the tattoos on the other’s neck and his knuckles, he knows it. It’s not exactly something that he can help – Taylor’s interested in the patterns and how he could mimic it for himself. Not exactly in the same sort of fashion with the skulls, but the tribal one is worth it. A few moments of focusing the ink into patterns on his body, his left arm held a design of a flaming ace of spades and his back held fallen, bloody wings. The card’s usual for him, but the wings are just because he felt like it.
He’d planned on correcting the other male. on explaining what good music was, not that TJ was actually limited, everything was great. Except meatloaf, so now he was judging Taylor, whether he actually deserved it or not. Thomas’ glare hardens as he stares down the younger male with a disapproving glare.
“You take that back, right now.”
Maybe it was just him wanting to be a little shit at seeing the other’s opposition to his taste in music, maybe he was actually defending himself. Whatever it was, a grin crept to Taylor’s lips and he chuckled, shaking his head as he was told to take it back. That – that – was not happening.
“Uhm – yeah, lemme think. Nope. Not gonna happen.”
Patience wasn’t a virtue he possessed a lot of. He had very little of it, actually, especially in situations like this. Good things might’ve came to those who waited, but that was yet something he had to learn. Wait he did though, watched as the card was held up and shown off. A single card, it was nothing special.
He didn’t blink, either, not after the warning that that was all the time it could take for things to change. That one was one he almost expected however, a classic trick he’d seen performed many a time. It was, admittedly however, strange to see it done with just a single card and no deck in sight or visibly put away in a pocket, again leaving no room for the methods he was used to. This guy must’ve been extremely good at what he did to do so with such ease, no doubt put hours of practice into even a simpler trick such as the one he’d just shown.
Adrian was almost jealous of it. Almost, but his mouth remained shut as he waited— patiently— for the next one. Time could be spent later on trying to figure out what the other had up his sleeves.
Without his power, Taylor wasn’t be very impressive at all. He didn’t have any card tricks outside of using his ability, was shaky with the sleight of hand, and couldn’t pick a pocket without feeling guilty afterwards. If not for his tricks and the money that it could bring in, he would have been on the street a long while ago instead of moving from town to town, motel to motel. Times like this, however, where he could remind himself what he was blessed to have, helped him through those moments and to swallow the life he was living.
The man was watching him so attentively, as if he would miss something if he looked away, and he was glad that he really enjoyed the first trick that he showed. It was small, but it caught the other’s attention and he couldn’t help but want to show off a bit more. Impress the man further than he had already. With flick of the fingers, he crumpled the card into the palm of his hand, morphing and shifting the form to take the design of an intricately made paper rose made from the same playing card. When he opened his hand after ‘crumpling’ it, the rose sat in the middle of his palm, Taylor blowing a breath of air along the top and shifting the card to move like petals from a flower being brushed by a breeze.
A low groan sounds from him and grows in volume. Clearly, he hadn’t approved of the answer he’d been given. That would never work, not by his standards. Meatloaf, what a horrible answer, was he even serious?
“——-I hate you.”
From what he could tell, his answer was not the one that TJ was looking for. He could have said worse just to annoy the other, but hearing that the other didn’t agree had him pressing his lips together and almost pouting slightly.
“Because my taste in music is far superior than yours?”
He begins, his voice sharp and precise in his attempt to get the younger male’s attention. Once he’s sure he has it, he begins once again.
“What’s your idea of good music?”
The way TJ spoke made it seem like he had done something wrong, Taylor looking to him and pausing in wait of what was to come. But then he was just asked about his taste in music, and having to think about it for a moment, he opening his mouth, closing it afterwards before opening again to answer.
“Aw, thanks! I don’t think anyone’s actually said that before.” She said, letting go of his hand and letting it fall back to her side. She didn’t really think of herself as conceited or vain or whatever word you wanted to use, but it did feel nice to get a compliment.
“It’s unique and beautiful, and I just felt that you should know.” If he could make someone smile or make their day, then Taylor would think it to be a successful one for him. It was never for anything, just to make a bright moment in someone else’s day.
He could comprehend the sensation, hating being in front of that many people at once. Especially if one was performing. He wasn’t a performer, he was hardly a public figure, so.
“It is, I would stay away from it if I were you, y’know. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
I’m sure you’ll come up with something else that makes me question your sanity, Taylor.”
Glad that the other understood or had enough sense to back off with that subject, not that Taylor should have gone too serious with it, he nodded his head a bit to what TJ said and smiled a bit.
“Oh, I have no doubt about that. I don’t exactly play with a full deck of cards on a regular basis, if you know what I mean.”
His shot was downed, now empty glass pushed aside so every ounce of his attention could be paid to his company and his tricks. They were too fascinating to look past, something that he couldn’t figure out for the life of him when he wasn’t even that drunk. It wasn’t sleight of hand or misdirection or anything he knew— and he just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Granted that that was the point of tricks, they were more entertaining when methods were unknown, but it was just in his nature to want to know.
"Show me some.“
Even though that was probably the plan. Sometimes Adrian was nothing more than a demanding, impatient child and right about now was one of those times. As if it wasn’t obvious enough.
He was planning to show the other some of his tricks, but the man seemed so eager more eager than before, and he couldn’t help but comply. It would only take a moment for him to think of a couple of things for him to do, pull a few things out of thin air so that he could keep the wonder. In the time, he held up the card in between his fingers, turning it around to show that there was only a single card there.
"Alright, just have a bit of patience and watch – Some of my tricks can change in the blink of an eye.”
The card held up was faced back to the other, showing the four of diamonds so clearly printed on the front. His other hand moved up to grab at the top, pulling it back before letting it flick back forward. In that split second that he flicked the card, the ink of the four bled into his fingers and disappeared, a nine of clubs filling in and replacing it. It had gone so quickly and been timed well enough that if the other had blinked, he would have missed it. The trick was one of his more simple ones, but it was enough to just start out with.
He was almost like a child in the way he was perched forward, eyes curious and watching every little move the other made. Sleight of hand was something he knew, something he’d see from a mile away and this wasn’t that. The fact he hadn’t the slightest idea what the other was doing only furthered his curiosity, the intrigue clear in his face as he watched what unfolded.
The other was entirely right— it wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen, or done himself, before. That was new and interesting and he very much wanted to understand how the hell he’d done it.
"That’s pretty neat.“
Taylor was still sober enough to do this, only on the beer and whatever was to be coming his way, so it was best to get what he wanted to do out before he screwed it up. The way that the other looked to the deck simply appearing made the grin on his lips broaden, nodding his head and letting out a small laugh as it was called neat. Neat was on way to describe it, interesting, fascinating, unbelievable being a few others he had heard. If they knew the secret behind it, though, he could only imagine what they might say then.
Freak, for example.
But he didn’t let his mind wander to it, reaching with his other hand to pull a card from the deck, skin merging and shifting to make it seem and sound like he had done so to a true deck. The card he ‘pulled’ was a four of diamonds, held out to show the other as the hand holding the deck turned over and pressed down to the bar. The deck melded back into his hand and was gone as soon as it was there, leaving the one card being held in between his fingers.
"I’m glad you like it so far. Most of my tricks only deal with one card from the deck, though.”
