Independent and Fandomless Original Character RP blog.
Established September 20, 2015.
Read Basics and Guidelines before interacting. Mun and muse 20+. Selective and Multi-Verse/Ship. Obviously OC friendly but, as I stated, I am selective towards everyone I follow.
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 Scott 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 Scott, 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.
Name: Scott Krystian Owen Age: 39 Birthday: September 3, 1976 Nationality: American Gender: Male Orientation: Bisexual, Panromantic Known Languages: English, Russian Current Employment: Owner of the bar Sparking Tinders Previous Jobs: Worked on his town's police force for 12 years
Appearance:
Height: 6'1" Weight: 209 lbs. Hair Color: Dark brown Eye Color: Hazel Body Type: Endomoprh, Heavily Muscled, small layer of fat on top Scars: Large slice going along left knee, gunshot wound on right shoulder, small slice through right eyebrow, bullet graze on heel of right palm Physical Problems: Nerve damage in right arm/hand (Physical therapy has helped gain most movement back but it's still rough) Tattoos:a dog print on his ass after a terrible night of drinking with college roommates, skull, gun, and rose tattoo on his left shoulder Dominant Hand: Previously his right hand but he's now ambidextrous/favors the left
Personality:
Myers-Brigg: ISTJ Alignment: Neutral Good Positive Aspects (+): Honest and Direct, Strong-willed and Dutiful, Responsible, Calm and Practical, Enforce Order Negative Apects (-): Stubborn, Insensitive, By the Book, Judgmental, Unreasonably blames himself
Favorites:
FOOD: Pizza DRINK: Coffee (two cream, one sugar) COLOR: Blue BOOK GENRE: Historical MOVIE GENRE: Science Fiction MUSIC GENRE: Classic Rock DOG OR CAT: Dog NIGHT OR DAY: Day FEAR OR LOVED: Loved TOP OR BOTTOM: Top (though can be convinced otherwise)
Background:
Born to a loving mother and father in the middle of the day on September 3rd, Scott Krystian Owens was a part of the most important argument in his parents’ lifetime. What to name their child. It was the only argument that he had either been a part of or heard from his parents lips and he couldn’t comprehend a single thing. Thanks to his mother, he was born to the name his great-grandfather had. Thanks to his father, his middle name was his grandfathers, who died six months before. And the surname was from his mother’s side, something that wasn’t debated over for long.
His mother, Anna Owen, has been on the force ever since she finished training after getting her criminal justice degree. His father, Piotr Krystianovich, has been a carpenter for all of Scott’s life, though Piotr doesn’t much talk of his life. All Scott knows is that his father came from Russia when he was ten with his father, mother, and younger brother of age seven. His family was labeled as communist since they came over, even though they left just for that reason. Piotr did not argue much what to name his son, though Feliks was on his mind. But he did want to have Krystian in that name. As a reminder that he wouldn’t be there and they wouldn’t have that life if it weren’t for Piotr’s father.
Both of his parents were as supportive as any could be, and the only couple he’d seen that has stayed together for as long as they have. The epitome of a healthy relationship. Both of their efforts in raising him made Scott the man he is today, loving him and giving him what he wanted but enforcing rules and teaching him to be proper. He was brought up well-mannered and taught to be honest, to be helpful as well and respectful but only of those who deserve it. As he grew older, he knew that he wanted to follow in his mother’s footsteps. His father’s work was honest, but he wanted to protect and enforce.
During college, he let his inhibitions go a little. Though he was still the man his parents raised him to be, he partied a little harder than he thought he would. Days of studying led into wild nights, drinking and parties and one night that led him to have the tattoo he currently has right above his ass. Let’s just say that grain alcohol doesn’t help make bad decisions any better. Still his years went by and he was the third highest in his class. Had one girlfriend in the entirety of his years but they separated when she decided to move halfway across the country. He got his Criminal Justice degree just as his mother had and joined the force right after.
Twelve years he spent on his town’s police department. Everyone basically knew him already because of his mother, and he proved to be just as good a cop as she was. He made friends on the force, changed partners a good few times, and was one of the best officers they could ask for. That was until his twelfth year. A man had robbed a liquor store and Scott and his partner were on foot to pursue him. Though he knew the man had a gun, he was as careful as he could be. What he didn’t know was the man was trigger happy. And when they had him cornered, he shot when he thought Scott was reaching for his gun. The first bullet skimmed across the palm of his right hand. The second embedded itself in his right shoulder. The damage done to his right arm, even after physical therapy, was great enough to demote him to a desk job. He quit not long after and the woman he was with then broke their relationship off after he proposed.
He had saved enough money to buy space along the main street of his town and opened a bar there. He built his business up and has been doing very well for a good three years. Scott lives in a house with his Great Dane, Feliks, all by himself. He works four nights out of the week as the bartender in his bar. The other nights he spends either alone or drinking with his friends who are either still on the force or retired. There are times, however, when he is called in as a consultant to the police department. The chief knew how much his job had meant so she keeps him coming back when they can afford it. Though the injury ruined his career, he is overall happy with his life
“Well you kinda should. We are one of the best PI firms out there.” The dark blonde haired male smirked casually as he brought his drink to his lips, his free arm resting on the bar top as he was half looking at the other and half at the television behind him. “Let’s just say. We are good at what we do. Very good.”
“ Even though I’ve never heard of you? ” He tended to ignore anything to do with private investigators. Any private investigators he met in person were nothing short of aggressive. They seemed to like working with cops as much as cops did with them. A mutual sort of dislike he avoided. “ What kind of jobs do you take at this firm of yours. ”
“ && I’M paying, none of this ‘splitting the bill’, DEFEATS the whole purpose of my proposition. There’s a new joint opened down the road, claims to be the ‘home of the best burgers’ so I NEED to test if its false advertisement. ”
“ We’ll see when we get there. Every place claims to have the best something, anyway. If they’ve really got the best burgers, it’ll be up to us to judge that. ”
“ Killjoys? You talk about it as if I should know what that is. ”
Unless it was something of great importance to him or what he did - or if he was called in to do something about it - he didn’t keep up much with anything. The guys at the station used to tease him for being out of the loop on just about everything.
❛ good to know, ❜ he said simply, nodding his head as a wave of l oud approbation came from his colleagues, most of them falling over && around jordan to grab cans of beer. he watched them with glee, laughing at their mirthfulness. jordan liked surrounding himself with happy people, it in turn, made him quite happy. ❛ oh, right, the guys did mention that–my bad, must have slipped my mind, ❜ the deputy murmured apologetically, sipping his beer to safe face. ❛ do you ever miss it? being a full-time cop, that is. ❜
shoulders shrugged again as he apologized. it wasn’t like it was much of a big deal anyway. the only difference it made was that jordan might see him around the station a couple of times. when it was requested, he tossed a couple of beers towards those that asked and smiled. did he miss being a cop? he missed it the second he resigned. no, even the second he was demoted to staying behind the desk. he knew that was the end of his career there. “ i do. i was a cop for twelve years. would have gone on for longer if i could. ”
“ You did pretty well for your first day of work. I know I just had you bussing tables and getting the bartop cleaned, but I can teach you how to mix drinks when you’ve got the time for it. ”
It wasn’t like he had much else to do. Sure there was Feliks at home, but the great dane came to expect Scott would be home late. Four nights out of the week, he tended to be anyway. Ten minutes more didn’t make much of a difference. It was enough to learn a couple of drinks.
❛ a pleasure, scott–i’m jordan. ❜ he shook the male’s hand firmly, keeping eye contact as a show of respect. once jordan pulled away, his fingers moved to wrap around the cool chalice of blonde brew, sipping it diligently. ❛ nah, it’s alright. they’re good people, and i’m happy to indulge them–hard workers need breaks too, after all. ❜ jordan had been the one to drive everyone there, given that the drinking had begun at officer douglas’ house a few hours before he had arrived–the deputy felt he’d be better suited as a designated driver than the celebrated drunk. ❛ i hear you’re an ex-member of the force, how’s retirement treating you? ❜
“ they are. i grew up with most of them. but they can get a bit… WILD. ” nice guys, but they had their moments. everyone did. yet when they were enjoying themselves, things tended to get a little out of hand. he could already tell that a few of them were some bottles in anyway. fingers ran through his hair and he glanced between the rest and jordan. the question over retirement came up and he shrugged his shoulders. “ it’s been doing pretty well for me. three years so far and i haven’t gone off the deep end. plus the bar has good business and i’m still called in as a consultant every so often. so it’s not a full retirement. ”
❝Pleasure. Callum Bennet. I thought I give it a try.❞ Callum shrugged before he took Scott’s hand and shook it. Not to firm, though. He knew from past experiences that most guys didn’t liked men who had firmer handshake than them. No need to risk a job because of a man’s pride. Callum even managed a soft smile, hoping that it would ease the tension often caused by first encounters. God, how he hated it. The soft approached whether someone was a more earnest person or rather outgoing. Sometimes he wanted to shift, sniff on the particular person and knew what he had to know. Though he doubted that his hopefully soon to be boss would be happy with him shifting and sniffing his butt.
Callum cleared his throat to get his mind off this ridiculous thoughts.It was more important to explain to Scott that he didn’t brought a résumé — it wouldn’t be of use, either, since Callum never finished high school. ❝Sure. I hope you don’t want to see any certificates. My former bosses weren’t the thorough kind of person. I was happy when they paid on time. But I can show you some of my skills if that’s more important to you.❞ Another weak smile while he leaned against the bar, already eyeing the bottles on the wall.
He shook the other’s hand once it was grabbed, fingers stiff yet it was still strong. If he was honest, he didn’t care for how hard the other shook. As long as it wasn’t to deliberately crush. Such a thing was the furthest from his mind. No, right now he was going to focus on why the man was here. And the load that would be lifted from his shoulders because he’d have someone else to help out. He offered a smile back to Callum before looking around the bar. Some of his employees should be getting there soon and they could take down some of the chairs. The stools were already taken down from on top of the bar. Otherwise, there wasn’t much left to do.
Listening to the other as he said he didn’t have any papers or certificates, he turned his gaze towards Callum. So he didn’t have a resume, then. He was going to have to ask more questions that he thought he would. Nodding his head, he waved a hand towards the back office so they could talk. “ Mixing drinks is definitely a big part of the job. But usually I’ll need some paperwork. Past job experiences and all. I do need a bartender, but I try to keep things as professional as I can here. ”
well, he isn’t wrong – telling him what happened wasn’t exactly high up on her priority list. instead, she grimaces, fists clenched tightly together while he makes his assessment. here was hoping it’d be over and done with quickly. she’d rather be anywhere else.
“ – well, can you do something about it ? or not ? ”
the gash was deep. enough to not stop bleeding without pressure on it but he wasn’t sure just yet if it was enough to stitch. they’d wiped most of the blood off but he’d need to clean it more thoroughly to REALLY tell. a sigh escaped through his nostrils and he nodded his head.
“ i can. we’re going to have to clean it a lot more, though. it’s deep. ”
❛ as serious as the plague, sir. ❜ he murmured quietly as he settled on a stool, surrounded by the joyous&&affectionate members of his station. he wasn’t necessarily new, but, the other’s had never really had the time to take him out properly given the fact that he’d arrived during a heavy murder case. ❛ just a pale ale for me, please. ❜
“ they always are. ” he gave the other a grin before procuring the drink, grabbing a few beers as well and opening them up for the others. his employees could handle the rest of the bar themselves, he’d handle these guys personally. the glasses and bottles were set on the bar, a few greetings being tossed around between them before he turned to the new guy. a hand was offered to him. “ i’m scott. and i apologize for these guys already. i’m sure your night’s gonna go much better than when this was done for me. ”
i’ve dedicated my life and my time to this force. i’ve been one of the best officers out on the beat. EVERY OFFICER GETS SHOT AT SOME POINT. they don’t want to, but it just happenssometimes. so it happened to me. so i had nerve damage - ‘you still have it’ - it’s BETTER. and i’m stilluseful. so you can’t just demote me like this. i can still do my job.
