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The Backrooms is a roleplay focused entirely on building character. Thanks to the unique setting, backstory is irrelevant and nothing is holding you back. Who are you when nothing else matters?

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  2. The woman decides to just leave the topic be for now and focus on the task at hand. Hopefully he might warm up over time and this will be a bit less frustrating and harsh on both of them. Of course, she also needs to take his mental state into consideration, in regards to if he might post a threat to her later on, but so far he just seems frustrated, which is certainly understandable. She simply nods to his statement, not wanting to really add any fuel to the fire, that is his current negative mindset and outlook."Let us keep going still...", she simply adds, wondering if something will show up eventually.
  3. A light snort escaped Sköll before he said, “Yeah, sure… We will see how you feel in a few hours time.” Her optimistic attitude annoyed him a little, and he certainly wasn’t in the mood for a pep talk. While she might think that his frustrations were a detriment, he focused that frustrated energy into his movements, keeping him walking forwards through the monogamous hallways. Up ahead, he saw a gap in the wall that was clearly another hallway. He pointed it out to her and said, “Another hallway.”
  4. OoC: This thread is available for everyone. You may use this as an example of how to start your own threads. A few things to note: You will normally specify if the thread is [Open] or [Restricted] in the brackets, and all participating characters for a restricted story should be listed in the tags. ============= Sheila wasn't wholly aware of how long she'd been awake. She just laid on her back in the center of the mysterious room, eyes blankly staring ahead of her at a nonspecific point above her in the grain of the ceiling between the buzzing lights. She felt nothing. Try as she might, she couldn't consciously recall any memories from prior to these past moments of just staring at the ceiling, yet she'd suddenly become aware of her ability to try and recall anything at all. That was a start. Slowly but surely, she began to test her limbs and joints, wiggling her fingers, her toes, her shoulders... her eyes moved around the room to observe her surroundings. She must've been in some sort of house... She couldn't explain it, but when the thought of being brought to a house hit her, so, too, did a wave of intense dread she couldn't quite fathom. There was something that made her want to hide herself, bury herself away so that nobody could ever find her... nobody? There were others... were there, though? She suddenly became aware, again, that there were others like her... or perhaps, over her. Superior to her... that's right, she was a servant... a slave... Sheila concluded that if she had awoken in this room, she must have been purchased and placed here by someone. That must be why she felt such intense fear. And yet, after concluding that she must have been placed here intentionally, she couldn't bring herself to leave her position... she would need permission from her superiors to move... Sheila looked down at herself. Her skin was an ashen gray. It looked as though she had been washed off, but her synthetic skin was stained with dirt and dust, and there were small scratches throughout that she was aware would never heal. She was wearing a simple pair of black shorts and a soft blue tank top. Her cleavage clearly visible from the tank and nothing underneath. She had no pride to feel embarrassed wearing such an outfit. If anything, it seemed practical. It was all to clear even to her what she was going to be used for, she'd been used for it so many times that it had been baked into her long-term memory exactly what her purpose was whether she liked it or not.
  5. The police detective can surely understand why all of those things would turn most people a bitter and on the edge."Of course...I can understand those are pretty negative and frustrating things, but letting them get to you like this only makes things worse. Getting emotional in a stressed situation is human, after all...however it won't do any good. Let us try our best to work together to find out of here first and foremost....right?", she goes on, trying to not let his attitude get to her as well as that hardly solves anything and it is better to cooperate than to work solo for either of them, in the end.
  6. Musei stared at the useless , mocking gun in her hand , a vague look of disgust on her face. She tossed it aside and looking back , noticed that the room actually had two doors. Strange ... It wasn't like that before... Her now burning curiosity made her rush to one door and open it. Nothing but another plain room lay beyond it. She decided to check the other door , then she would decide which to go through. Approaching the door she heard footsteps , still a way off but drawing closer . One of the sets of sets sounded like the scampering of an animal... Maybe a dog ? And one of the approaching creatures had a most unpleasant smell to it. She hesitated , unsure of whether it would be safe to meet whatever was on the other side.
  7. Sköll didn’t respond for a few moments, thinking that it was a rather silly question to ask. However she seemed genuine in her question so decided to spell it out for her, “Why the sour attitude? Oh, I don’t know. I’m in this strange place, I have no idea where it is or even how I got here. I have no memories before that point other than a few flashes so I don’t even know who I am. On top of that, the combination of the awful light and the yellow wallpaper has given me a headache. So, you tell me detective. Why do I have a sour attitude?”
  8. Claire keeps getting some sort of pessimistic and generally dismissive vibe off of this person. Being sour and grumpy in here will only make it worse, she is sure of it. While she wouldn't rather act like some sort of lecturer or anything, she does at least hope he might benefit from some company and hopefully lighten up a bit at least."Well, at least it's an idea. If you are stuck somewhere, like a huge maze, it helps to try and have some sort of plan or strategy...otherwise, you could end up going around until you drop dead....besides, why the sour attitude?", she replies as she keeps up with him.
  9. That last thing she said was certainly the first thing that Sköll agreed with. He was very sceptical on what she said about mazes but if that's what she wanted to believe, who was he to say otherwise? He then said, “I’ve come from that direction. I was going to just keep going before I saw you.” He indicated behind him before he started walking in the direction he had been going in the first place. He didn’t bother seeing if she followed him. If she did, or didn’t, it didn’t actually bother him.
  10. "Four eyes usually is better than two, in any case. Besides, if there is any danger here, we stand a better chance together as well. Ughhh....this place is already starting to annoy me. If I remember correctly I did hear something about mazes....something about always taking the right turns and eventually you will be out of there", Claire points out, hoping there is indeed something to that advice. She takes a quick look around them, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary - well, besides the obvious weird and foreign place they are in - that may lead them to some new discovery."We certainly won't get out by standing here, that's for sure", she comments lastly.
  11. From the album: Aura's Characters [The Backrooms]

    Name: Isaac Sullivan Age: 38 Gender/Sex: Male Sexual orientation: Straight Kinks/Fetishes: Domination, pain, rape, screams, cheating Personality and Interests: Isaac couldn't care less what others think of him beyond what can get him laid for a night. Though he is mindful of covering his tracks and being mindful of the law, preferring to keep his many affairs private to avoid the hassle of dealing with his "nagging wife," he does find himself frequently fantasizing about taking a beautiful woman by force like some sort of deranged serial killer. The thought gives him a rush that makes him feel alive and he often fantasizes about doing it even with women he's having consensual sex with. Overall, he hates the direction his life has gone and the people in it and sees no pleasure in the world around him besides the diminishing returns of sex and alcohol. All of his hobbies have been replaced with constant work at a dead-end job to provide a meager living for his wife and kids and long nights out drinking, though on weekends he spends most of the day at the gym to spend as little time as possible at home with his family as well as to make himself more attractive to women he hooks up with in the night. Appearance: Isaac has shaggy black hair that snakes around his sunken face. His skin is fairly pale due to long hours indoors. His body is a fairly muscular build, however. He doesn't have any tattoos or piercings as he sees aesthetics as a waste of money. Bio (as your character recalls): Isaac hadn't always been considered the asshole he is today. Isaac grew up with a drunken father who would berate him for talking back, so he quickly learned to keep his thoughts and opinions to himself. His mother always seemed to second her father's opinions, so he'd developed a disregard for women's views. He was raised on the premise that a man should find a woman and take care of all of her needs and, to do that, he'd need to graduate high school, go to college, and find a high-paying career. However, Isaac never really clung to any particular interests and his grades were generally middling at best. He struggled to find any sort of value in his life as his father was constantly pressuring him throughout Middle School to come up with a plan for his future or he would be a failure as a man. As he went through High School, Isaac got his first part-time job at a local fast food restaurant and began to get into dating. Getting his first job helped get his dad off of his back for a while, and even moreso after he started getting girls. However, most of his relationships were fairly short-lived due to his fairly apathetic view of the world and patronizing at best view of women. That was until he met a beautiful young brunette lady named Veronica. Veronica listened to Isaac's story of his upbringing and took the time to try and understand him. She saw a tortured soul in him rather than the self-centered narcissist most other girls saw him as. Veronica ultimately decided that she would help distance Isaac from his toxic household and show him the beauty of the world around him. She would plan elaborate dates and dinners, and while Isaac never felt like he had done anything to deserve her love and affection, he appreciated and feel deeply in love with this generous woman more and more each passing day. Veronica never once tried to pressure him into doing more than he was comfortable with and even took pleasure in guiding him to have more pleasurable, intimate sex with her. Isaac had a low self-esteem, so she would frequently find herself reassuring him that she loved him for who he really was and that she was proud of how much he'd grown in the short time they'd known each other. Isaac's love for Veronica grew so much that he decided he had to marry her, but he couldn't afford to give her the life he felt she deserved, so he doubled down on his studies and tried his hardest to make up for lost ground in his life, his girlfriend supporting him every step of the way as he jumped from job to job searching for better opportunities and even started attending college. He didn't really know what he wanted to do for a living, but he knew he wanted to make money, so he simply focused on getting a business degree in economics. However, things started to take a shift in his life when one day Veronica suddenly informed him that she was pregnant. While Veronica was excited to have a child with him, Isaac was mortified that this was happening so soon. He knew Veronica came from a religious background and knew her family would be furious with her if they found out, so he suddenly felt pressured to marry her right away, but he still couldn't afford the wedding he felt she deserved, that they had discussed back and forth for years. Not only that, but he would now have to support not only Veronica, but this child he wasn't at all prepared for as well! Suddenly, Isaac felt a ton of pressure from both his own and Veronica's family to start making money fast and marry her. And so, he dropped out of college so that he could take on a low-paying salary job at a local tech company. This was a job he rapidly grew to resent as it was only meant to be a temporary place while he found his footing, but he quickly found himself stuck in the position as he never had the qualifications to get a higher paying job and the lack of a college degree stunted his opportunities for promotion. It was a miracle he could even land a job like this in the first place, but it was miserable. Nothing but paperwork and phonecalls with idiotic and rude customers. He reluctantly arranged for a courtroom marriage with Veronica and tearfully apologized to her that he couldn't provide the wedding of her dreams. Veronica still happily wiped his tears and told him that she was happy just to be married to him and that it was okay, that they would get through everything and still be happy together forever. As time went on, Isaac and his wife moved into a small apartment where they would take care of their new baby girl, Rachel. As much as Isaac tried to be a good father for Rachel, he couldn't help but resent the child whom he could only associate as the sole being responsible for ruining all of his career plans. Even worse, he couldn't fathom the apparent unconditional love Veronica seemed to treat her daughter with. He would watch as this child would drive Veronica up the wall with stress, the girl seemed to be nothing but a burden to Veronica which only caused him to resent the baby that much more, and yet Veronica loved the girl with all her heart, so much so that he even began to feel completely ignored. This negativity did not go unnoticed by Veronica, who started to call him out on his tendencies to try and avoid responsibility with the baby. Veronica started to question him about why he would never change her diapers or why he would ignore her when she's crying. This led to many arguments between them which Veronica would later sweep under the rug as nothing more than "rough patches" and the naive assumption that things would get better after they became more familiar with parenting. But things never really did get better, Isaac just learned to internalize his frustrations and instead took on a "yes dear" approach to fatherhood. Doing his best to avoid an argument no matter how he could. But his resentment for his daughter was now beginning to transform into a resentment toward the woman he once loved, who was now baffling him even more by wanting a second and even third child. He didn't want to say no, so he just went along with her requests and tried to make ends meet, but the love in their marriage was rapidly dwindling as it felt like the affection he would receive was being replaced by affection for their children instead. Slowly but surely, Isaac's eyes began to settle on his coworkers around the office. Some of them were attractive and looking, and especially as the effects of his workouts at the gym began to show, there was certainly some degree of sexual tension in the air. At some point, he decided to give into his temptations and hook up with a coworker, but something was different about the way he would have sex now. It was no longer passionate and intimate like it was with Veronica before. Instead, he was far more aggressive and only focused on his own pleasure. Word began to spread around the office that he was terrible in bed and he resented the fact that it now felt like every woman in the office was disgusted by him, so he decided to only begin having sex with strangers instead. He avoided dating apps and phone conversations, instead focusing solely on physical contact at local bars he would frequent. But his aggressive tendencies never improved, he vented all of his frustrations with life in bed by fucking women hard and forcefully, he didn't care of the experience was miserable for them as long as he could finish, then he'd never have to speak to the girl again. To this day, Isaac sees his life as a monotonous journey of work, bar, house, broken up with the occasional weekend gym visit or hookup before heading home. Veronica and their children never found out about his affairs, nor would he ever allow them to. These private affairs he saw as the only source of pleasure in his mundane life and he knew things would blow up if word got out. Even still, the thrill of having sex with other women would only last so long and he would soon have to turn to extreme pornography to continue to seek the kinds of thrills his body began to demand. He would never admit it, but there was nothing that turned him on more than the desire to violently rape a woman and assert dominance and control over her, which would become a further contributing factor to the violent and pleasureless sex he would have with many women going forward.
  12. Aura

    Aura's Characters [The Backrooms]

    Characters for roleplay in The Backrooms
  13. Sköll gave the detective a searching look as she asked him yet again about what he had seen in this place. She would either not listening, stupid or so nervous that she was repeating herself. After a moment of staring at her, he decided that he would be charitable and go with the nerves, “No. As I said. It’s nothing but this.” Sköll once again waved around them at the bland corridor and the intense lighting above them, “I can try and give you a tour if you want. You’ll love the constant lights and the lovely yellow walls.” He said the last part with a sarcastic bite but it wasn’t directed at her. His tone returned to a more neutral one, “Who knows, maybe you’ll spot something that I’ve missed. Like a way out.”
  14. The police detective is unsure if she should feel relief or not, after he gives his answer. If he was not well, it could have been due to drugs of some sort or a poison. The absence of such a possibility only makes this place and what happened to both of them even more mysterious and unsettling."No idea about the time? One moment...", she says and pulls back the sleeve on her right arm. The goal of this being to try and check her wristwatch, but as she looks at it, the hands still fully still and it was working just fine before she ended up in here. Her facial expression grows more worried and confused as things seems to get worse."What...in the world? I have no idea either...did...did you find anything of note in here at all? Any clues?", she asks.
  15. Sköll took a few moments to consider her question. Physically, he felt fine other than a slightly irritating headache but that had not started until recently. The sight of the yellow walls and the buzzing of the overhead lights irritated him and made him feel a little restless. He shrugged, “I guess? I don’t feel strange. I have a headache but that didn’t start until about an hour ago. At least it feels like an hour ago. I haven’t seen a clock since I came in here so I have no idea if it’s even daytime.”
  16. Claire looks increasingly dumbfounded and puzzled by all of this as he mentions not remembering anything. She sees no reason why he would lie about such a thing either, so that seems highly unlikely. The detective observes as he rummages through his few items of clothing to try and find anything that may give any hints or out information."Hmmmmm, that sounds very...unusual. Perhaps you have been drugged or something? Do you feel...okay?", she asks, wondering what may have happened to this person prior to this more than anything.
  17. Sköll almost rolled his eyes when she said that she had ‘merely’ asked who he was. He was about to make a snarky response however her questions stopped him short and he ended up frowning at her instead. He tried to remember where he was behind he had appeared here, but other than a few flashes, he had nothing. Other than his name, he knew nothing about himself. He couldn’t even tell her who his parents were, if he even had any. He patted down his trousers, seeing if he had anything on him. Keys, wallet, anything. But they were completely empty. In the end he had to awkwardly say, “I, er… I have no idea where I was. All I remember is waking up here. Other than that, I remember nothing other than my name.”
  18. OOC: Oh, I see. Must be some British thing I have never heard of before xD "I had no idea whether or not you were a criminal. I merely asked who you were and what this place were. In any case...the more pressing matter is this very strange place. Do you remember where we you before this happened? Could we have been....drugged or gassed? I still have all the items I had on me before...so...that theory is probably not fitting. And no...no luck at all. IT worked just fine when we prepped for the trip to the apartment we were going to...", she says to explain the situation she was in before ending up here. She looks around whilst also trying to keep her ears perked for any sudden or very low noises that might penetrate through the buzzing lights above them.
  19. OOC: Slang for an military officer. A scoff escaped Sköll when she told him that she didn’t care for his rude attitude despite being rude to him a few moments beforehand. Why should he show this woman kindness, when she had shown him none? “I’m rude? I think you need to check yourself on that, detective. But whatever. I’ve told you already what I know about this place. All I’ve seen is nothing but what’s around us. Other than that big room with the pillars. But otherwise? There’s been nothing different. I assume you’re not having any luck?” He then asked, indicating her radio.
  20. OOC: What the fuck is a brass? xD She is not sure how much she cares for this random and slightly rude person, but he may know more about this place than she does, if he is not lying about the amount of time spent here."I am a certified police detective. The name is Claire Hamilton. There is no need for the rather rude attitude - I simply asked because this is clearly not a very standard situation and because I had no idea if you were a threat or not. What do you know about this strange place?", she asks and thinks about maybe trying the walkie talkie a bit later again to see if it works.
  21. Sköll reacted to the edge in her voice and her words by letting out a scoff. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, feeling the cool paper pressing against his skin, “Civilian? What are you? Some kind of army brass?” He shook his head, trying to clamp down on the flash of anger that wanted to lash out, “If you think I have anything to do with you being here, you’re wrong. For all I know, you’re responsible for me being here.” He pushed himself off of the wall and allowed his arms to fall back down, “But, judging from your evident confusion, brass, you’re not. I’m Sköll. That’s all I know. I woke up here, hours ago. I’ve been wondering around and it’s so far been nothing but… this.” He waved a gloved hand around them, indicating the walls, lights and carpet, “That’s all I know. Now. Identify yourself, brass.”
  22. The police woman is clearly confused as the walkie talkie is just pouring static into her ear and nothing seems to really change that, no matter what frequency she adjust it to or tinker with the buttons. For now, she is more focused on the device rather than her weird and creepy surroundings. It's only when she is spoken to, that she turns her attention away from the thing and to the stranger trying to make contact with her. Luckily, she is disciplined enough to spot that he doesn't appear to be armed or threatening towards her, so she has no reason to draw her firearm."What? Huh? Who are you? What is this place? Identify yourself, civilian!", she says, clearly a bit on edge as this could just as well be a kidnapper or something similar.
  23. From the album: Satai Guy’s Character(s)

    I believe this fits the rules, it can be revised if not. Name: Alex Barentine Age: 18 Gender/Sex: Female, male in memories. Sexual orientation: She would say ‘lesbian’ at the moment, but a shift is not impossible. Kinks/Fetishes: She is a virgin, in what may or may not be a new body, quite different from her old. She has no idea yet and has not thought about it. Personality and Interests: Quiet, cautious about trusting people. The sort who is often happy to be alone in a quiet room, but would likely get overwhelmed fairly quick if there was nothing to do in the rooms. Appearance: 5’10, slender, short hair, brown eyes (essentially the picture, other than height, not sure what else to say). Bio (as your character recalls): Alex has a life of memories…but as a boy. She is about to be very confused about waking up in a girls body. Are these memories really of an old body, or have they been distorted to bury another true past? Time may or may not answer that question. What she does remember is being a very quiet, awkward boy. Close to family, but difficulty making friends. No experience with any sort of love life.
  24. Sköll slowly felt himself crawl to consciousness, his thoughts fuzzy and confused as if his brain was filled with cotton. His body refused to respond at first, feeling too heavy to move. He couldn’t even twitch his fingers or raise his eyelids. He tried to take stock of where he was but nothing seemed familiar. The air was cool, edging on cold. There was a low buzzing sound that intruded itself on his consciousness, almost clawing its way inside to take root, irritating him. Nothing seemed, or felt familiar. That thought alone caused him to shock to full alert, his eyes snapping open. He instantly squinted as a harsh yellow light assaulted his eyes causing a stab of pain to shoot through his head. “Fuck…” Sköll grumbled in a low and deep tone, the sound almost startling against the low buzzing of the lights. He reached up to press a hand against his eyes for a moment before lowering it and opening his eyes again. He found himself staring at what appeared to be a plain yellow wall, made even more vibrant by the harsh light. The carpet was a plain cream colour, and felt surprisingly thick under his buttocks. He frowned and looked to his left, to find that it was nothing but a long corridor. He looked to his right and saw much of the same. “Where… the fuck am I…?” Sköll muttered, his frown deepening. He tried to remember what he had done the night before, but found that he had almost no memories to speak of. The only thing he felt sure of, was his name. Otherwise, he saw nothing but flashes. Images of strange faces. And blood. He had a distinct memory of blood, a fact that rather unsettled him. He looked down at himself, as he found that he was sitting propped up against the wall. He could now see why he felt so cold; he wasn’t wearing much other than black leather trousers and a sleeveless vest open at the front with nothing beneath. He looked at his hands and saw that he had fingerless gloves on, and when he turned over his hands he saw that they had images on his right fingers. There were four of them, two red and two black. The red ones were a diamond and a heart shape, but he wasn’t sure what the other two were. He had no clue what was going on, where he was or even much clue on who he was. But he certainly didn’t feel like sitting here and moping about. With a grunt, he used the wall to push himself up so that he was standing. He looked left and then right, but as they were completely identical, there was no obvious way in which he could go. Not even any form of signs. After a few moments of consideration, he turned down the right path and began moving forwards as he hoped to find someone that could help him. @JennyDK
  25. OoC: This thread is available for everyone. You may use this as an example of how to start your own threads. A few things to note: You will normally specify if the thread is [Open] or [Restricted] in the brackets, and all participating characters for a restricted story should be listed in the tags. ================================= Trent awoke leaning against the wall in an empty room. His mind was a bit frazzled, but it didn't take long at all to recognize that something was off. The very first thing he noticed was rather hard to ignore. He wasn't at home. As soon as he realized he didn't recognize the room he was in, his heart stopped for a moment and he immediately scrambled to his feet, heart racing as his eyes darted from left to right in the empty room, scanning the environment. It was like an empty office building. No furniture or anything, just... blank space. There were two doors on opposite sides of the room. He'd never been in a place like this before, all he could think about was that it was like some sort of horror movie... had he been kidnapped? Was this some sort of prank by somebody from school? He could only hope for the latter but he had a sinking pit in his stomach, as if he just knew there was something more sinister going on here. Realizing that nobody was around, he slowly rose to his feet and as he shifted his body, he felt much more... slippery? It didn't feel like there was as much friction between his legs or under his arms. It didn't take more than a glance at his armpit to recognize why. To his horror, every hair on his body was clean shaven off. There was nothing, not even stubble. He ran his hand over his arm and blushed deeply. His skin was silky smooth like... like a woman's. Something about the lack of hair made him feel more... naked... embarrassed... h-he was a man, he was supposed to have hair! How could he possibly explain this to his parents? To his church? Looking down at himself, he was even more horrified to note that he wasn't wearing his own clothes, either, but girl's clothes. And definitely not innocent ones at that. It was a skin-tight black see-through blouse over just a white tank underneath and a black miniskirt that only covered about half of his thighs and barely covered his... genitalia which was also perfectly clean-shaven along with his legs which were coated in tight-fitting pantyhose and ended with feet encapsulated in shiny black heels. Something about being dressed in these clothes he was embarrassed to find especially arousing. This had long been a secret fantasy of his, being forced to dress up as a woman and degrade himself. He even regularly roleplayed out similar topics online before as well. He'd always go by the name Trish... But now was definitely not the right time to be thinking like that. He was far more concerned with how he got here and why he was dressed this way. His horrified mind could only jump to one conclusion. Somebody must have found him from his posts online and abducted him. Hopefully, it was just for a prank, but if so, it wasn't funny at all... he could get in serious trouble for being dressed like this...! Trent couldn't find the voice in his throat to call out for help. He wasn't sure that was such a good idea. After all, it would naturally attract the attention of whoever put him in this humiliating outfit. No doubt, they didn't have pleasant intentions. He needed to find a way back to his dorm where as few people would see him as possible. But that was a huge task considering he had no idea where he even was. He slowly made his way toward the nearby doorway, his heart racing in terror of what he might find when he'd peek around the corner.
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