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 can, but to be fair, I still think he’d look kind of grumpy.” She lets out a sigh, eyes closing again as the ache in her palm started to fade. God, that was nice. Eyebrows furrow when she finally pulls her hand back, glancing at her palm once before she looks up at him again. “Don’t be gross –” Her nose wrinkles as she sits up, lips pressing into a line as she wills herself to try and get UP off the couch. She still doesn’t WANT to – spa day or not. “What’s the etiquette on sleeping in spas, hm?”
A chuckle, “It’s not really his thing.” was about all he could say to that. It felt good, to do something nice. For too long, his load had been heavy with darkness, deplorable things he had now gotten this young lady into as well. It was only fair he take her out, give her a treat. Red laughs at her reaction, though. “I’m kidding,” Well, not entirely, but she wouldn’t be able to tell. “the look on your face was worth it.” As she sat, he raised an eyebrow. “In this one? You do whatever you want.”
“Why won’t Dembe go? He seems like he could use some time to relax ….” She smirks, despite the lack of energy, because somehow – despite it all – Dembe at a spa just seemed FUNNY. Sniffing quietly, she cleared her throat, cracking an eye open as she lifted her hand for him. “It’s fine – it does that sometimes – winter’s always harder.”
“Can you honestly picture the man in a fuzzy bathrobe?” He chuckled, taking her hand into his own as he massaged at the cuts, the cracks in the skin where healing hadn’t found itself in some time. A faint glow encircled her palm, her fingers, and she would feel a slight warmth, before the blood-flow staunched, and the wounds closed. “There, that’s more like it! Now, spa? I think they’ve even got all-inclusive happy endings, but I’ve never sampled their masseurs.”
“Can we please — please just do this TOMORROW …” Or better yet, next week some time, when she didn’t feel like she hadn’t slept in a month and her fingers weren’t still bleeding. “It’s not urgent, is it?”
Red’s face was hard to read, honestly. “Actually, I was coming to take you out, Liv, I have a spa package, and Dembe won’t go with me.” There’s the faintest hint of concern. “You’re still bleeding. Let me see. Give me your hand.” It wasn’t a request.
ok but like, Liv walking in, finding Red in silk PJs and John in a robe with Red’s initials monogrammed on them. “Liv! What a surprise!” and he’s just grinning like a jackass.
“Ah ….” She swallows once, clearing her throat as she nodded and diverted her attention elsewhere. She doesn’t mean to let the silence GROW, but she’s more stuck than before now, chewing absently at her thumbnail before she musters the courage to glance at him again. “It feels – it feels like it’s got to be …. like, parallel to illegal though.”
And that was putting it lightly. “I mean — I don’t …. it’s not really the legality of any of it that concerns me, it’s just –” She runs out of air before she manages to finish, taking a deep breath in as she shrugs. It just seemed like too much. Like the kind of thing she should be making an effort to distance herself from, at the end of the day. “I dunno.”
She’s uncomfortable. It’s not the first time he’s dealt with someone in his employ–whether the want to be or not–and he’s sure it won’t be the last. Red gives her time to process as he finishes some of the prep on the side dishes. “Well, I guess you’re right, there. What I do is frequently illegal, but I’ve never used you for anything that would legally implicate you in any sort of crime. You can’t be arrested for psychic divining.” Laughing, Red crossed to her–the dishes were cooking, he had time.
Taking her hands in his, Red smiles. “I would never, intentionally, do something that would put you in harm’s way, or make you even indirectly responsible for anything….untoward.” One hand moved to her shoulder and rest there, just for emphasis, “I promise, and I don’t promise lightly.”
She regrets it already, heel bouncing off the cabinets underneath the counter where she sits. It’s harder than she expected, somehow. Confrontation. Not that this was a confrontation, but – it was hardly a typical conversation either. She was stuck, resolutely, somewhere between standing her ground and making a run for it.
Suddenly she didn’t really want to do either. “Were you ever — were you ever gonna clue me in? On … y’know, what I’m actually …. involved with ….”
He’s making them food. Honestly, the woman barely had anything but ramen and coffee in her apartment–and tequila, of course–so Red had popped on in for a little holiday meal: Osso Bucco. As he was ladling the juices over the meat, the question came and Red stopped, nearly dripping on the counter as he just looked at her.
“Liv, my dear, are you sure you want to know?” Considering how they’d met, there was no use playing the idiot, he knew what she meant. “You’re not doing anything illegal if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, getting back to spooning before the oven closed again and he went about working on the side dishes.
“Right. I guess that makes sense.” She sighs. HEAVILY. Air expressing itself through her teeth as her hands find her hips and her head tilts back. She was TIRED. He always made her feel tired. Like she was standing on quicksand that had decided to hold, for the time being, just to see how long she could keep her balance. “Y’know, on second thought – let’s just not mention my fiance. At all. Ever again.” Because somehow, now more than ever, the conversation felt like a betrayal. She bites down on her lip, just for a moment before she glances back at him and nods, tilting forward on her toes to look for her tequila.
“Here.” It’s messy, but it’s all she’s got, glass half full of cheap tequila landing in front of him a moment later. “I don’t really keep anything else on hand unless I know John’s coming around – …” And he hadn’t, lately. Anything ELSE good was kept at Mal’s, she only ever really drank there anyway. She’s quick to chew at her lip as she settles next to him, huffing quietly in the silence. “Are you sure you don’t want advil? Or something?”
Red smiled, “Of course it does.” She was getting fed up with him, he could tell. Hell, he lost count of how many times he’d heard a sigh like that. If he had a dollar for ever time, well, that would just be a wonderful bonus. Aha, seems like he found a sensitive spot. “If that’s what you want, Liv, you’ll never hear me say his name again.” However, he had some sneaking suspicion that one day, somehow, he’d have to break his word.
“A thousand thanks.” Cheap tequila was still tequila, and alcohol still distracted him from the pain of the wound in his side. “It’s just what the doctor ordered.” The liquid passed muster–if only barely–and Red resolved to pop in someday and stock an entire cupboard full of better tequila. A laugh is cut short by the twinging pain in his gut, it melts into a bit-back groan. “Advil is a blood thinner. So’s alcohol, but I don’t intend to ignore the hospitality of the cup. Dembe should be ba–” He’s cut off by the sound of the door opening and perhaps the only person in the world he could call a friend coming in. “Dembe! We were just talking about you.”
The man set out the three cardboard containers filled with food from some pricey restaurant near Liv’s apartment, “Eat, Liv, I will take care of him.” he said, turning back to his boss and friend. Red shucked his vest and opened his shirt.
“You don’t strike me as the kind of guy to have a cheap phone ….” She paused, glancing at his phone on the counter with an abject sigh. Then again, maybe it was a criminal thing. Phones were probably easy to trace, even if he was —- himself. “Mm. You’re lucky, honestly. He still has no idea who you are.” And she preferred it that way. Less complicated. Even if she DID hate keeping things from Jarrett. And GOD, did she hate keeping things from him. It was a skill, really. She was lucky he never dug through her thoughts when he could. “Steak sounds great. And vodka.” Pulling the phone from it’s charger, she tossed it onto the couch next to him and sighed.
“ — Uhuh, sounds … like a party.” A party she was glad she wasn’t invited to. “You sure you don’t need anything?”
Red chuckled. “Liv, my dear, GPS technology is one of the most lethal things to men like me,” technology
—-rather than himself
—-was the true devil. No, for communication? The lowest technology and quickest way possible. Anything else betrays your inexperience.” It was definitely a criminal thing. Though he does have an otherwise dead phone to play some online games, its GPS had been completely removed, as had any other ways of pinging location that weren’t necessary to function. His smile grew wide, even despite his circumstances. “Well, I wouldn’t say that’s entirely true, He knows who I am, but who I am to Jarrett and who I am to Officer Jefferson are two different things.”
Dialing, the phone conversation lasted but a few seconds. “Steak and Vodka will be on it’s way.” Another smile before he scoots over to give her some room, “Anything I really need done will have to wait until Dembe returns. I could do with a glass of whatever alcohol you’ve got available.”
“ —- You couldn’t have sent me a text message? What if Jarrett had gotten home FIRST —-” She doesn’t know whether to ask questions or panic, honestly, she was stuck somewhere in the middle for once, jaw clenching as she looks at him and sucks an awkward breath in. It wasn’t the first time someone had bled on the couch, but that didn’t make the scenario any easier. “Red – C’mon.” She wasn’t exactly a doctor, even if she was closer than the hospital, that was hardly HELPFUL.
“I hope you mean vodka –” She huffed, heading for the kitchen. “What happened?”
“I did, tried to, anyway, before this cheap piece of
—-It’s charging on the bar, there.” He pointed as she headed towards the kitchen. “If you know a way I can send a text without a phone, I’m all ears.” Sure, it wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t like Red really wanted to be here in this state. “Well, he didn’t get home first, so here we are,” he wouldn’t mention that since he’d brought Liv into his life, he’d had an eye on Jarrett as well, knew his schedule, knew when he’d be home, all useful information. “I was thinking more about steak, but I can add vodka to the list if you could just throw me the phone, should be charged now.” Dembe would be back soon, most likely, so time was of the essence if she wanted to eat.
“Oh, I won’t bother you with the details, let’s just say there was a rousing game of Rochambeau and I lost.”
