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
Damn. This was a tight spot, and there wasn’t enough time to properly treat it. The flames were closing in, and the air was barely breathable, thick with ash and heat. His throat was dry and hot, he tried to hold his breath when he could.
“Let’s splint it, quickly. We’ve got to get out of here, the place is caving in.” One good thing about a burning building, the decimation around it, there were pieces of wood and metal that made an effective splint. It didn’t take long for Red to tie up the pieces around Miles’ leg, keeping it from moving too much, and providing an improvised tourniquet for the bleeding wound.
Once he was sure it would hold at least long enough for them to get out of the building, Red helped him up. “Come on, lean on me. We’ve just got to get out of here, no problem.”
It was a better room than usual, but still not can’t be paid off to not ask questions better. He had spent some time mapping the place out, the walrider making note of anything significant. He had started dicking around in the kitchen - running coffee, mostly - when he heard Reddington come in, but he doesn’t give him the time to talk.
“Have you ever been to Louisiana?” He asked, stopping long enough to take a couple of pain pills ( with his back carefully to the man. ) before he faced him, all tired eyes and ragged scars, and old flannel. Maybe it was anxiety; he knew they had work to do, if they were going to make any headway with Murkoff, but he felt distinctly unsteady, and he wanted to take the conversation anywhere else, if he’s being honest. If only for a few minutes, maybe give him the time to get on top of it.
It’s a tenuous relationship he’s forged with Miles, one that he thinks they’re both still getting their bearings with, so he’s let the young man do his own thing for the most part, only assisting him in continuing to stay under the radar and to start setting up some sort of plan. There was much to do for a company with as many fingers in as many pies as Murkoff.
Red’s nearly assaulted by the question, but it doesn’t show. Something he’s always been able to do is come up with a story at the drop of a hat. “Yes, many times. New Orleans Jazz…nothing beats it! And the atmosphere is something that simply cannot be recreated.” And there it was, his lead-in. “Once, I got lost in the Marigny Triangle. It was misty and late and I got completely turned around, couldn’t even tell if I’d been walking in circles! I was about to panic when I heard the sound of steel drums being played. Now, that wouldn’t be altogether out of the ordinary, but this is at two in the morning. For a moment, I thought it might have been some sort of Jamaican angel, so I followed the sound of the music,” he smiled, remembering, “It was so beautiful and ethereal, but every time I thought I was getting close they moved further away from me. I never did find the drummer/s, but I did find Elysian Fields Avenue, and thus my bearings, and was no longer lost. Maybe it was a Jamaican angel.”
Have you checked xkit too? I’m pretty sure there’s an option in there, but don’t quote me on that. All else fails, you could also check the browser itself.
I haven’t checked xkit yet, but my friend’s an xkit developer and they didn’t see anything anywhere that does that, and even so, why would it only do it on SOME people’s blogs??
@tcmbond I’ll check, i don’t even know what I have to look for but I’ll look.
Miles Upshur, formerly a freelance investigative journalist - well, still was, he supposed, but his activity had all but bottomed out after Mount Massive - was a terrifying sight in and of himself, between the height he had over most people and the scars he’d collected inside Mount Massive. The most obvious were the long, winding scars stretching over his features like nightmarish willow branches.
( he still remembered the cold bite of the stone wall he had been thrown into. )
In that moment, though, the booth he was at was taken up by a small laptop, a notebook, and the plate and cup of coffee he’d ordered. He didn’t seem very inclined to touch his food, picking away at the keyboard with the ruined things he called fingers irritably instead. If the laptop lasted to the end of the year, he’d be surprised; if it didn’t kick the bucket he would almost certainly run it over, and his joints ached dully due largely in part to the colder region he was staying in, but he was trying to keep a clear head long enough to finish—
“Don’t mind me, keep eating that ghastly attempt at eggs benedict. I’ll let you finish and then we can talk.”
The voice belonged to exactly none of the patrons he’d previously been aware of, voices that had registered in the walrider, and the reaction is immediate- previously tired, half closed eyes are suddenly wide and alert when they snap up to see who had spoken, tension suddenly winding through his muscles before he sat up straight. He looked like a deer in the headlights, and then as wary as if he regularly found himself looking up only to find a barrel of a gun. He had the scars to show that probably happened at least once or twice.
“I… uh,” he looks up, past him, searching the diner for anyone else who was crashing breakfast. Or… dinner, he hadn’t exactly slept and he was beginning to lose track.
“Actually, just… got it for the coffee,” he said, raising a brow. He seemed stuck on his words for a long moment, but he gets there, and his shoulders relaxed, slumping slightly. Now he furrowed his brow, glanced over the (huge mess) on his table, then looked over at him again with raised eyebrows, like maybe the guy had grown a second head. His first thought - why are you at my table? - was discarded quickly before he moved to a better one, the walrider picking up the slack where his human mind was too tired to think as solidly as he otherwise would have. “Why do you want to talk to me, exactly?”
Almost no one was completely invisible from the likes of Raymond Reddington, but Miles had gotten really good at leaving very little paper–or visible–trail. That didn’t mean anything to Glen and Leonard. Took them a while, but they tracked him to a seedy motel just south of Bangor, didn’t look like he intended to move too much in the near future, and Red’s flight had gone quite smoothly. The leaves were starting to turn, perfect Maine weather. Maybe he’d stay an extra day and visit that little chowder shop near the water.
This Miles Upshur looked rough, whatever Murkoff had done to him, it showed in more than just his physical injuries, there was a lingering weight that was almost visible in his whole body, demeanor, and the aura around him. It gave Red pause, if only for a moment, before he took his hat off and sauntered over, making himself right at home, even putting his hat on some of the man’s papers.
He was frightened, caught off-guard, and who wouldn’t have been, after what he’d been through at Mount Massive? “Really, eat! You look like you could use it.” He was looking a bit…gaunt.
Red’s brows furrowed, “You couldn’t have just ordered coffee? What a strange cafe.” Raising a hand, he beckoned a waitress and ordered himself a coffee–decaf–and hoped it wasn’t the usual sludge that tended to be served at podunk diners like this. She was back quick enough with a full cup, which he tried and only grimaced a little bit.
As he poured the sugar, Red smiled. “Miles, you can’t expect to put all that footage out and not have someone come l o o k i n g for you, can you?” That seemed to put the fear of God in him, so quickly he added, “Relax, I’m here to help,” a hand stuck out to the side of the laptop, “Raymond Reddington. It appears we’ve got a common enemy in Murkoff. They’d always made me… uncomfortable but I could never quite gauge why, and now, well. I know more than I think I ever wanted to.”
