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.
WRITTEN BY ALEX/SCOTCH
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.FOLLOWING:
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.
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.STARTERS/GREETERS:
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.
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.HATE:
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?
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
one glass after another. a cloth hanging at his hip to wipe down. feet carry him from one end of the counter to the other. all that he was to expect from a typical day. the commotion always tapers down towards the end of the night. a pleasure to work through, even as the owner.
he’s seen quite a few people embarrass themselves in that time.
most times, it was from a small group. friends deciding to go out and drink the night away. twice had bachelor parties stumbled in to finish off or get it started. they paid very well. groups otherwise were either college students or there to watch a game. whatever they were didn’t matter by the end of the night. he’d always have to hope there wouldn’t be any broken bottles by the end.
and then there were the single few. coming in by themselves to drink their problems away. they never started out light only to go heavier. hard liquor was the first order and always continued to be through the night. well, that was until he had to cut him off.
this guy wasn’t at that point JUST YET.
“ I’ve been told bartenders are supposed to lend a listening ear to the flies if they’ve got problems. Think I should give that a try? ”