I'm open to multiple threads with one person! If we've got plot ideas, let's do it! I'll generally use minimal formatting. I don't expect you to follow my formatting, but don't expect me to follow yours if it's super stylized. PLEASE DO NOT USE SUPER TINY TEXT. I'm old I can't read that shit. [small] is fine, but not double-small. Most threads will be paragraph/novel format or multi-para. I will generally be mutuals-only, but I will look at your blog if you follow me.
Memes & Asks
Meme me up, Scotty! If I reblog a meme, I want memes!! I'll try to send at least one to you if I reblog from you! Memes are open to everyone, regardless of mutual status, but I may not respond to all of them, it is up to my discretion. I love ask memes being turned into threads, just please do so in a separate post, don't reblog the ask.
Godmodding/Power Play
Godmodding won't be tolerated. I do understand that as my character has a lot of abilities, he can often run the risk of god-modding. I will do my best to ensure this never happens. Talk to me OOC if you think he's doing too much. The only time I'll allow any sort of this is if it's a fight and I know the person I'm playing against well. I'm protective of my children(a grown man who is older than me is my child shush), and don't let others take control unless I know I can trust them. I will also ask before I do anything big in any thread we may have. If you want to have your character have prior knowledge, I’m super happy to talk about it OOC and figure out a relationship!
Shipping
Shipping will always and forever be based on C H E M I S T R Y. If he likes the person, he likes them, and they may become a ship. If he doesn't, he will let you know. He may sleep around, but having sex does not necessarily mean he will be in a relationship with your character. Open to poly ships as well.
Plotting
Always up to plot! Inbox/PM me and we can talk. DON’T force me into plots/ships/etc that don’t flow well. I’m up for trying just about anything, but if it doesn’t seem to work, please don’t try to force it. I am a hugely nice person but I don’t take kindly to being forced into something. DO push boundaries with my character. Make him uncomfortable! Just don’t force things or bring any sort of drama from OOC into IC.
AUs & Crossovers
Definitely always up for that. I don't know that I'll know your character's verse off the top of my head, but I'm willing to learn, and this can be talked about OOC
Follow Backs
I love y'all, but don't expect me to follow you back just because you followed me. I am selective with who I play with. I’ll make some open starters for everyone, but I may not reply to all the responses I get. I reserve the right to follow back or not. If you follow me, rest assured, I WILL look at your blog. If I like you/your character, I'll follow you. I do not roleplay with multi-muse blogs. It confuses me too much, I'm sorry!
NSFW & Triggers
This blog will be rife with NSFW and trigger-related things. I will try to tag all the big ones with "trigger tw" or "trigger cw". Violence, murder, sex, and possible torture will happen on this blog, but I will never post photos of gore. Please tag gore for me. I will not roleplay sexual situations with anyone or anyone's character who is under 18 years of age. Period, end of. DO tell me if you want me to tag for anything. I am empathetic to triggers and don’t want to make our pretendy funtimes anything but fun.
The Mun
I'm Erick, I'm an old damn man, but I love roleplaying. I'm very friendly so please don't hesitate to message me!! Mutuals are welcome to my skype, I'm on it a lot! feel free to message me! I love talking OOC, for plotting or just for fun chats! I love making new friends on both sides of the RPing world :3 Just be aware that I have a more than full time job (50+ hours/week), and this is my escape from that, but sometimes I have other things I need to attend to. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, I promise. Sometimes I do forget! Feel free to poke me about a thread, but don’t poke me repeatedly, that will make me want to reply less. DO know that I’m not intimidating even if I seem it(I’ve gotten that a lot). I’m a big teddy bear, I don’t bite!!
DO communicate with me. Need me to do something? Want to drop a thread? Going on a hiatus? Want to shower me with praise? Just message me! Keep me in the loop, please! I’ve had lots of experiences with people just disappearing, and I consider every RPer I play with to be a friend. I don’t like friends just disappearing, I am fine with people having real life things happen, but just keep the communication lines open, okay? Don’t be afraid to tell me anything.
Credits & Disclaimers
I don't own Red Reddington or The Blacklist, nor am I affiliated with anyone who does. This is all just for fun!
BASICS
Name: Raymond Reddington Codename: ???? Nicknames: Red, Ray, innumerable aliases Age: 57. Birthdate: February 7, 1960 Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual (Prefers women) Profession: Criminal
PHYSICAL ASPECTS
Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Height: 5'10" Weight: 190
SKILLS
Abilities: Armed forces training; quick-talker; fast thinker; manipulator; well connected; has friends in high and low places; skilled with various conventional and unconventional forms of weaponry and improvised weapons; connections to spies, thieves, smugglers, drug traffickers, people smugglers, human traffickers, arms traffickers, counterfeiters, forgers, hackers, mercenaries, and assassins; Ultimate deal-maker; Evading the government.
Hobbies:Selling secrets, influencing geopolitics, screwing with things, changing the world because he feels like it.
Smokes: No Drugs: No DriverLicense: Yes Ever Been Arrested?:Yes
BIOGRAPHY
Raymond "Red" Reddington was born February 7th, 1960 in Massachussets. He grew up and attended the Naval Academy, graduating top of his class. A few years after he was being groomed for an Admiral position, he vanished without a trace. Four years later, he resurfaced as a criminal, a major player with ties to many underworld factions. All the intelligence he'd gathered in the Navy was now for sale, and he quickly established himself as a dangerous force for law enforcement, as he could sell top secret information to the highest bidder. For the next 20 years, he sat on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted list, wanted for Sabotage; Destruction of Government property; Conspiracy; Unlawful flight to avoid prosecution; Violent crimes in aid of racketeering; Rico violations; Weapons violations, and other things.
Out of nowhere, he surrendered himself ot the FBI, offering to help them catch the world's most dangerous criminals they don't even know exist. He's curated a Blacklist of these people and will help, but only if his primary point of contact is new agent Elizabeth Keen.
Verses
Added as they come. Main verse will remain untagged, and there may be a clickable link in here once I actually get a Full Verses Page set up. I'm okay with multiple threads with the same character(s) being in the same verse, and if there needs to be a different verse for whatever reason, I will tag it as such. I'll default to my main-verse unless there's something that makes that unfeasible. I love AUs but unless there's a reason, each character will probably be in their own verse.
Post season 4 verse:SPOILERS PRESENT IN THIS VERSE
Default verse, untagged: Pre- Season 4 - Red is still working with the FBI and still has access to all of his assets and people, Mr. Kaplan is his cleaner, etc etc. “life as usual”, basically.
Post Season 4: Abyssus, Abyssum Invocat(Post s4) With his empire falling down around him, he's left almost entirely illiquid. He's been hobbled, and he's lost most of 30 years of hard work. Though he is still himself, and he's got to find a way to get back on top. Spoiler-heavy, as once season 5 premieres, this verse will be up to date with the currently airing episodes.
General supernatural AU: I have eyes and ears everywhere (Supernatural AU). Before computers, before automobiles, before even the dinosaurs, there was the primordial essence. It broke off in facets and as time went on, they became people, creatures whose names have now become infamous: Puck, or Robin Goodfellow, Aether, Erebus, et cetera…and Red. Throughout the centuries, the millennia, he went under many names, but always had one, singular purpose: To do fulfill his own desires. He built up empires, helped others to topple, as long as he was the quiet, hidden puppet-master, all was well. As technology advanced, so did his tactics, he learned many things from many people, and his powers only increased, for people crying out for justice, or crying about the lack thereof? Those cries fed him, grew him, kept him powerful.
Red is a Primordial being, one of the oldest of the Fae, and as such, he is immortal–or nigh-on, though Iron does hurt him. He has the power to grant wishes, but they never come without a price, and he is incredibly skilled at misdirection, and has physiology, enhanced dexterity, agility, strength, and durability. He can also summon things, and though he can summon almost anything he wants, he tends to hide his true nature unless the situation necessitates his revealing it. What fun is the world when you can get whatever you want without having to work for it?
American Gods AU:Said the fly to the spider (AmGod AU): Shortly after he turned traitor and sold the United States intelligence secrets to the highest bidder, an attempt was made on his life. He nearly died, but not before a strange, loquacious man came to him in what felt like a dream. When he awoke, renewed, he knew something was different. After Raymond’s first sleep out of the hospital, the words, the sense of purpose came to him in another dream: He had been saved for a reason, he was the God of Criminals, one who knew how to help anyone who lived between the cracks, in the seedy underbelly of the world. He found himself able to slip away undetected, and able to withstand much more than an average human.
Marvel/Super AU:The fickle nature of man (Marvel AU) Little changes from the main universe, but Red is no mere mortal. He was captured once, while still in the navy, and when these men had him, they tortured, but they also gave him something, to see what he would do with it. Red now has a few abilities. Low-level teleportation, he can move from room to room, or down the block, but he can't teleport anywhere in the world. It's got a limit of a few miles at most. He can become intangible to reach objects behind glass, or to pass through walls to evade capture, and he can also will objects to him, but they cannot be a great distance away(same couple mile radius). He has hyper-enhanced senses/abilities which includes it being harder to actually injure him, but for example if someone like Wolverine can heal a broken arm in a few minutes, it takes Red a few hours. Lastly, he has some low level glamour/morphing abilities. He can't go full mystique level morph, but he can make his face/gender different, though he can't change his eyes. All these have aided him in becoming the Concierge of Crime.
Indie Raymond "Red" Reddington from NBC's Blacklist. Private. Selective. Mun/Muse 21+. Dark Themes present. Please read rules/bio before following/interacting. Written by Erick
“I’m really … I’m not hungry. Promise.” Her nose wrinkles as she settles into silence, putting a few last touches on her makeshift map. She accepts the scarf without question, tying it around her eyes with a shrug. Somehow, she always felt she needed a little bit more flare with the next part.’Nothing up my sleeves’ and what not. But she’d never been very showy. And it was rare she ever let anyone watch. Psychic was hardly the kind of word that she easily let roll off her tongue, but this – this was somehow more definitive than that. There was no taking it back once the cat was out of the bag. She couldn’t claim to be lying. She’d just have to live with it.
Somehow it seemed worth it. For now, anyway.
It’s a second before she pulls the scarf back off from around her eyes, holding it out with brief expectation before she turns back to her map, watching Red just long enough to gather her focus. “You hid the wine?” Right. Well. At least she had a clear picture of it. She knew what it tasted like, even. That would only make it easier. The next part would’ve been too difficult to explain if she had to, so she decides to stick with silence, tightening the chain to her amulet around her palm as she held it up over the map and waited. It never took long, at least. Even when she was being watched. She used to flinch every time, but there’s hardly any feeling in her palm anymore, so she barely bats an eye when blood starts to roll down the chain, dripping onto the paper in a singular drop, before rolling to a corner of the paper and sinking in.
Great. At least it was in an easy spot. “Here…” She pauses, inspecting the paper for a moment before holding it out to him, and shifting to pull the bottle out from under her milk crate. “Creative.”
“I tried, didn’t I, Steve?” He said, glancing at his hostage, his tongue tracing the inside of his bottom teeth as he appeared frozen in a moment–just for a moment. Whatever this young woman had up her sleeve, Red was positively on tenterhooks waiting to see the fruition. Would she really be able to find the wine bottle? His footfalls were silent, years of living in the rotted underbelly of the world make his steps light as a cat’s. She may have sensed the air displacement, but he’d been careful, taken the long way around to gently place the bottle right beneath her. There were hundreds of nooks and crannies in this room, places he could have hidden absolutely anything, a piece of the cheese, his tie pin, but he went with something big. Bigger would, in theory, be harder to hide, and not something she would have expected him to choose. And just beneath her was the last place anyone would look. The plan was foolproof.
Or so he thought.
Red’s head tilted slightly, watching her closely with his eyes squinting as though trying to see through her, if she had a wire on her, or if someone was feeding her information. There was nothing, no earwig. “I did.” No sense in lying, if she could really do what she purported. That’s when things got interesting. The amulet, the blood. Magic? Well, that couldn’t possibly work, there was no such thing. That world view shattered as he watched the drop of her blood move utterly of it’s own accord across the crude map, leaving no trail. Blood always left a trail, a reminder of violence, in it’s wake. There was nothing, this was abnormal. Eyebrows raise as he studies this young woman, looking for the strings she must have pulled to pull off such puppetry. He’s surprised, certainly, but not willing to show just how surprised. Out of nowhere, the walls resound with his laughter. “Well, isn’t that fascinating?” His hand gestured towards the notebook, “You see that, Steven? Seems like I’ve just been wasting my time with you."
There wasn’t even a second’s pause as the gun was drawn from his belt and a silent THWOCK resounded as the bullet embedded itself right in the center of poor Steve’s brain matter, a perfectly round, red-rimmed hole just between his eyebrows. "That’s positively delightful! Do you have a job?” he asked, pausing just long enough for him to breathe, “Quit it. I’d like to keep your services on retainer.”
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