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
‘ It’s getting harder and harder to make myself look. ‘
Red’s smile was tight, strained, but somehow still genuine-looking. He did know the toll this took on the poor girl, and was frustrated at his own inability to do anything without her. He was a God, why not be able to find this man who so wanted to harm him–who was actually getting somewhat close.
“I know, Liv, I understand,” and he did, in some way, “It’s…selfish of me to ask this of you time and time again with so little in return.” His words died on his tongue, moved by this poor little waif of a mortal who he’d conscripted, but who had genuinely started to enjoy his company.
Cue the record scratch.
“I’ve got plenty of contacts out there, I’ll find you something to ease that difficulty, to ensure you’re not as…troubled by this, hm? Something a little less detrimental to your mortality than all that tequila.”
“ …… I thought that was just a think they made up for the hunchback of notre dame ….”
“Sanctuary in churches and houses of worship is a form of asylum, and recognized by most nations’ laws. Churches are considered a sovereign authority, separate from governmental offices.” He seemed pleased with himself as he took a seat, removing his hat.
“Psst!” he hissed, dragging Liv to her knees to join him under cover. The guard walking down the other end of the hallway kept walking, thankfully, and Red looked over at her, “It’s only illegal if you get caught, Liv. What are you doing here?” He gave her a confused look. Of all the people he expected to run into, she wasn’t one of them.
Red looked over at Liv, his eyebrow a bit raised, head canted to the side, and a smirk on his lips. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” smiling, he grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and tucked her in, almost as though she were his own child. He took great care to make sure she was comfortable, curled up across from him, their eyes both lazily watching the movie she’d chosen. “Better? Or do I need to fetch you another?”
(Warning: This turned into a whole ficlet sorry not sorry lol. Also featuring my oc @empathickally)
Though some creatures hailed him a God, he was not omniscient. When he appeared in the living room of Liv’s place, he expected to see her at the table, or perhaps on the couch.
There was so much blood.
“Liv?” He calls out, bending time to allow Red to search the entire place in a fraction of a second. The trail leads him to the bathtub, red streaks stain the floor and the porcelain, “Oh no–” She looks so small, so weak, and before he gives it even a moment’s thought, his hands are glowing, touching her wounds. He can’t heal her, not fully, but he can stabilize her enough to get the Angel.
“Liv, sweetheart, I’m going to get Jarrett right now. I’ll be gone just a few seconds. You’re gonna be fine. Jarrett’s coming.”
Red appeared before the man, who was thankfully in a rather secluded area of the park, walking Bowie. “I need you to come with me now, Angel. Liv’s hurt. She’ll live, but I can’t heal her.”
He didn’t give him time to respond before grabbing him by the shoulder and appearing right back in the bathroom.
“Oh, Christ, babe….” Jarrett’s in shock, and Liv doesn’t have time for that.
“Jarrett, worry later, heal now,” Red said, grabbing one of his hands and shoving it towards Liv in the tub.
It only takes a moment for his Angelic instincts to kick in before his hands glow with a light Red can barely look at. It’s pure Good, something a creature like him may as well be deathly allergic to by this point.
“C’mon, babe, come back to me, I’m right here, Liv, I gotcha,” Jarrett says through tears that roll silently down his cheeks.
Alright. So she should’ve admitted hours ago that this was not going WELL. She was stubborn, it was a personal flaw, she was working on it – just not right now. Right now, there were far more pressing matters at hand. Matters that – frankly, she shouldn’t have gotten involved in.
Too late now.
It’s desperation, when she calls Don in. Something akin to both exhaustion and exasperation. Twelve disappearances in six months – it was more his area than hers anyway, but the scry map had pulled her in this direction, which nearly always meant something supernatural. And that was something she could HANDLE – it was. At least when she could get a sense of her surroundings. This was not one of those times. No one would talk, no one would even look her way, she’d already stumbled into too many locked doors.
“I think they know something’s wrong –”
Truth be told, when he first got the call from Liv, he’d expected something a little more cataclysmic. A vampire serial killer, rogue werewolf, some other violent supernatural crime that had slipped through the FBI’s cracks. He liked to keep an eye out for those. Not that he was particularly disappointed it was a missing persons case, in fact he was somewhat relieved. Unfortunately, the site of these disappearances was a country club, of all places. Mostly employees, but a member had recently gone missing too, though from what he could tell she seemed to have a habit of disappearing for days at a time.
When he got there, he immediately understood Liv’s difficulty. Before coming, he’d changed into the nice shirt Red had bought him in an attempt to blend in better. It didn’t seem to be working very well. Both he and Liv were getting some pretty odd looks, telling him that they weren’t blending in particularly well. “ They definitely know something’s wrong, “ he murmured to her. “ They’re also pretty suspicious of us. ”
It had taken a little while for Red to realize why something smelled off in the room. It wasn’t a bad smell, more of a familiar one, but he had no idea why he’d be smelling it now, here, at the country club. As he watched the room, he started to see suspicious eyes, and following them, he found the source of the scent was indeed his Magician and the human GPS girl. “Of all the places….” Red is already weaving his way through the members towards the cop escorting a college student–or at least that’s what the voices of the folks he was walking through said. He put on his best smile, opening his arms wide as he neared the conspicuous pair.
“Steven, you scamp! How’d you get in here without me, darling?” Red encircled the man in a hug, kissing both his cheeks in a very European way, “Don’t tell me Carlotta at the desk still has a thing for you. And who’s this?” As he’s speaking, he puts an arm around both of them, “Come on, I’ll show you to the fun rooms, this one’s awfully… stuffy.” Out of the main hall, down the corner, and before anyone else sees them, Red yanks the duo into a private office– right through the locked door. His voice turns serious and etched with frustration and slight confusion. “What are you two doing here? And what are you doing together? I’ve never introduced you– oh, the coincidences just keep getting more and more interesting!”
i s2g, liv’s gonna throw her entire backpack at red the next time she sees him, just out of spite. GRANTED, AT THIS POINT, at least it means no more secrets :|
He’d always been so careful about popping into Liv’s place, because though he didn’t think it was a big deal, he understood and respected how she wanted to keep this relationship between Red and herself secret from her police officer fiance. So he usually tried to check in some cosmic way, before he came in, make sure he wouldn’t open the door and find them on the couch together, or even worse–Jarrett alone.
Of course today Red had forgotten, he’d simply bypassed his usual system and as the door’s deadbolt began to jiggle and twist, Jarrett’s concentration snapped to the door. He was up and pointing his service pistol at the door before the lower lock began to jiggle as well. He knew the difference between someone struggling with keys in the lock and someone breaking in, and he wasn’t about to let someone bust in without knowing exactly whose home they were breaking into–that of a police officer and his soon-to-be wife.
Red opened the door like nothing was wrong and came face to face with the barrel of the gun.
“Ah. You must be Jarrett!”
Bowie, perhaps thankfully, hopped off the couch and enthusiastically began to shove his face under Red’s hand, expecting pets. Jarrett kept the gun on him, but the stiffness of his position softened.
“How come my dog knows you an’ I don’t? And why’re you breakin’ into my place?”
Red smiled, “Relax, officer, lower the weapon–wouldn’t do you too much good, anyway–I come in peace. I know your fiance, Liv.” He didn’t seem particularly scared, which made Jarrett wary, but he lowered the weapon
“How do you know Liv?”
“I ah, hm. Perhaps that’s something we should all talk about together–when will she be back, do you know?” He keeps eyeing the gun, thankful it’s no longer pointed at his face. That’s when he has enough time to really see the blonde, mop-headed man. “Oh, now that’s ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ! I wonder why she never told me she was engaged to an angel. How handy that must be for her, especially considering her hands.”
Whatever bit of tenuous peace had started to fall between them instantly fell away. Whoever this was could see him–really see him. The gun goes back up.
“Honestly, the gun’s not going to do anything if you try to sh–”
“Listen, mister, I don’t give a right fuck. You’re gon–”
“I didn’t know angels could swear, what an in–”
“Shut up!” he cocked the gun, “Shut up or I swear t’God I’ll shoot you.”
Red paused. “Wait, are you even allowed to cause harm? Isn’t there something in your cherubic handbook about that? How on earth do you continue serving the police force if you can’t sh–”
The gun was awfully loud. People would be calling 911 any minute now. Red just looked down, frustrated.
“Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?”
Jarrett had half a mind to shoot him again. It made him feel better, even if it looked like only the clothes were affected. “I don’t, and I don’t rightly care, neither. Stop. Talking. Tell me who and what the fuck exactly you are.”
Red watched him for a moment, fascinated. “You can call me Red. I suppose, in the grand scheme of things, I’m somewhere across the spectrum from you, a little above on that side of the graph, but not quite on the level of your Exalted Father. Some of the fae-folk call me a god, but I think that’s more a pandering to my ego than my actual description,” He inclines his head, a bit of a nod. “Liv’s a wonderful little GPS when things are proving particularly difficult to find.”
The gun only went down because Jarrett really was about to shoot him again. Bowie was shoving at the hand the gun was in, whimpering, he knew guns in the house was bad.
“It’s fine, Bow, I’m good,” a pause, “ah, shit, the cops’re gonna come to the house if I do–”
“Don’t worry about it,” Red interjected with a flick of his wrist, the faithful tick-tick-tick-ing of the clock stopped. “I’ll be right back.”
Jarrett was left immobile, mid-scratch on Bowie’s neck, as Red just disappeared. He really only was gone about a minute or two, and the tick-tick-tick of the clock started up again and Jarrett nearly fell forward when he regained the ability to move. “What the hell was that?”
Red grinned at him, “No one heard you shoot at me now. Don’t worry, no one’s coming. Sit, I’ll make some tea–or perhaps some whiskey if you’d prefer–and we’ll get to know each other.”
