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Ophelia watches the stranger weave through the crowd, he was obviously apart of the town, wearing no color, the same slightly off putting vibe but…there was something else, something in him that seemed…alive. Ophelia couldn’t place it, but his eyes weren’t dull, they still had light in them, still a reason to be human. Maybe she was wrong in indirectly calling the other citizens inhuman, but there was just…something so off about them. She keeps thinking it, but is unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with t these people.
Pulling her attention back to the interesting man, whose own eyes never left her, she decided to do what she always does in these situations, tilting her head, smiling at him. Her hair spills over her shoulder, the colored strands falling over her shoulder like water in a waterfall. She shift slightly, using her hand to begin him over, wanting to talk. It had been quite some time since she has talked with someone she was curious about and this man…well he was currently the most interesting thing she has seen in weeks.
Pulling her attention back to the interesting man, whose own eyes never left her, she decided to do what she always does in these situations, tilting her head, smiling at him. Her hair spills over her shoulder, the colored strands falling over her shoulder like water in a waterfall. She shift slightly, using her hand to begin him over, wanting to talk. It had been quite some time since she has talked with someone she was curious about and this man…well he was currently the most interesting thing she has seen in weeks.
Ophelia hung softly as she mages her way to the bar, giving the suspicious bouncer her id, incredibly grateful for her friend who hooked her up with an underground fake id. And it worked like a charm. She walks into the bar, looking around. Fuck, these people looked so…bland. Almost dead to the world as they sip their drinks. Again, she noticed no music and it baffled her. Even in a bar?! A bad they had no music. What was the matter with this place?!
She tries not to think about it, letting herself attempt to enjoy the night. Ophelia walks over to the bar, sitting down, letting her posture slouch a little bit. A man comes up, handing her a glass with water as she raises her brow, “I didn’t order this.” She states, taking a drag from her cigarette, “You need it.” The man says in a monotone voice.
He looked like every average man you would find, brown hair, brown eyes, no stubble, average height…he has the audacity of every average man too, “I don’t want water, thank you though, I’ll have a brandy, neat please,” she smiles as the man seems disturbed, but says nothing, “We only have wine.” He says as she freezes, “You…what?” She asks, taking a deep breathe, her face flushing a bit.
This was juussst wrong. “Okay, yeah, I’ll take that,” she mumbles, waiting for her glass. She turns around, surveying the others in the bar once more, but someone catches her eye. He isn’t as plain, more thought moving in the gears of his mind. She surveys him, trying to figure him out but it was harder than others. She tilts her head, smiling lightly and waving, her light blue nails adding to the color surrounding her, silver bracelets lining her wrists
She tries not to think about it, letting herself attempt to enjoy the night. Ophelia walks over to the bar, sitting down, letting her posture slouch a little bit. A man comes up, handing her a glass with water as she raises her brow, “I didn’t order this.” She states, taking a drag from her cigarette, “You need it.” The man says in a monotone voice.
He looked like every average man you would find, brown hair, brown eyes, no stubble, average height…he has the audacity of every average man too, “I don’t want water, thank you though, I’ll have a brandy, neat please,” she smiles as the man seems disturbed, but says nothing, “We only have wine.” He says as she freezes, “You…what?” She asks, taking a deep breathe, her face flushing a bit.
This was juussst wrong. “Okay, yeah, I’ll take that,” she mumbles, waiting for her glass. She turns around, surveying the others in the bar once more, but someone catches her eye. He isn’t as plain, more thought moving in the gears of his mind. She surveys him, trying to figure him out but it was harder than others. She tilts her head, smiling lightly and waving, her light blue nails adding to the color surrounding her, silver bracelets lining her wrists
Ophelia walks, the breeze of the night seeming to sink into the depths of her soul. She sighs softly, pausing a moment, closing her eyes. This would be good for her. A new place, albeit strange and uncanny, but still, new. It was away from her family, from her mother, and that was enough for her. She didn’t have the worst relationship with them, at least she thought she didn’t, it was just…trying at times. Cruel remarks spreading throughout her mind, given to her from her own blood. Her friend said that she needed therapy, but Ophelia refused, instead self medicating with nicotine and weed.
Opening her eyes, she lets the moonlight guide her, striking up another cigarette as she walks into a more gated off area of town. This one, while still bland and lifeless, and a touch more color, more personality. She inhaled sharply, hearing a car engine revving. “What the hell…?” She mumbles, freezing as she sees a car jet past her. “Huh…” that wasn’t totally boring. Ophelia eyes follow to where the car seemed to be heading, and she grins at a neon sign, with one word, “Bar” she raises a brow. “This people are literal as hell,” she mumbles.
She strolls to the entrance, not bothered by much anymore, the smoke helping. Her hair, long and discolored flows loosely down her shoulders, her skin illuminated by the moonlight. Her figure wasn’t terrible, she thought it to be mostly plain with a smaller bust and wider hips. She wasn’t sharp edged anywhere, her skin soft, her eyes matching the look, always wide and doll like, dull blue orbs staring into the soul of anyone she were to meet
Opening her eyes, she lets the moonlight guide her, striking up another cigarette as she walks into a more gated off area of town. This one, while still bland and lifeless, and a touch more color, more personality. She inhaled sharply, hearing a car engine revving. “What the hell…?” She mumbles, freezing as she sees a car jet past her. “Huh…” that wasn’t totally boring. Ophelia eyes follow to where the car seemed to be heading, and she grins at a neon sign, with one word, “Bar” she raises a brow. “This people are literal as hell,” she mumbles.
She strolls to the entrance, not bothered by much anymore, the smoke helping. Her hair, long and discolored flows loosely down her shoulders, her skin illuminated by the moonlight. Her figure wasn’t terrible, she thought it to be mostly plain with a smaller bust and wider hips. She wasn’t sharp edged anywhere, her skin soft, her eyes matching the look, always wide and doll like, dull blue orbs staring into the soul of anyone she were to meet
As the night drags on, Ophelia wonders to herself if there was anywhere to get a drink around here. She doubted it, seeing as how this town was so deprived of anything fun or interesting. Although, the need for a brandy to go with her cigarette overwhelmed her hopelessness. She sighs, standing up and looking through her unpacked box for some to ingredients to where other than the single shirt she had on.
It takes a moment, but she finally finds a purple silk skirt that was tight around her curves, and a light brown crop top. She leaves her hair down, putting on her moon pendant and grabbing her purse.
Ophelia steps out into the hall, moving swiftly down into the street. It was quiet. Annoyingly so. There are cameras everywhere, very few people out, only wearing white, grey or black. Damn, what was with this place? Why did everyone looks so blank? She avoids all of them, getting a few strange looks at her outfit and hair. ‘One drink, I just need one damn drink.’ She thinks, looking around
It takes a moment, but she finally finds a purple silk skirt that was tight around her curves, and a light brown crop top. She leaves her hair down, putting on her moon pendant and grabbing her purse.
Ophelia steps out into the hall, moving swiftly down into the street. It was quiet. Annoyingly so. There are cameras everywhere, very few people out, only wearing white, grey or black. Damn, what was with this place? Why did everyone looks so blank? She avoids all of them, getting a few strange looks at her outfit and hair. ‘One drink, I just need one damn drink.’ She thinks, looking around
Ophelia sighs, placing the last moving box down. It hadn’t been too long since she began her move, but it felt like ages. She brought her normal clothes and furniture first, but the rest was her favored items. She had water bottles too, apparently it was against the rules, but it didn’t make any sense to her, how would you have rules in a town that restricted outside water? It seemed silly. This whole town was actually pretty strange.
She shouldn’t judge too soon, but there was no music or paint, literally no color. Her apartment was completely white, it was…unsettling. She takes out a tapestry her aunt made, hanging it on the wall, then putting a few colorful decorations and throw blankets out. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better. Next, she takes out her speaker, putting on the soundtrack from Pirates of the Caribbean. She adored the instrumental, and it took away from how depressing this room was.
Finally, she sits down, facing the large window that looked out to the city. Bland. But her apartment now had color, liveliness, it was nice. She strikes up a match, lighting a cigarette and finally just, breathing.
She shouldn’t judge too soon, but there was no music or paint, literally no color. Her apartment was completely white, it was…unsettling. She takes out a tapestry her aunt made, hanging it on the wall, then putting a few colorful decorations and throw blankets out. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better. Next, she takes out her speaker, putting on the soundtrack from Pirates of the Caribbean. She adored the instrumental, and it took away from how depressing this room was.
Finally, she sits down, facing the large window that looked out to the city. Bland. But her apartment now had color, liveliness, it was nice. She strikes up a match, lighting a cigarette and finally just, breathing.
@Veilsight You are now The Guide! Feel free to form your character and post in the Characters chat!
This is my character, Ophelia. This is also the needed information for your character please!
Name: Ophelia Moore
Role: Protagonist (The visitor)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bi
Personally: Ophelia is blunt and straightforward. She is bright and loves to share her interests with others. She is compassionate towards children and even hopes to teach one day.
Citizen of The Society or no? No
Background: Ophelia used to live in a small town in Texas when she moved to the Society. She graduated from high school in 2069 and is working on becoming a teacher. Ophelia is not a fan of government or anything related. Her relationship with her family is shaky, her mother is the main reason she left home, a brash and abusive woman, who pushes people away. When Ophelia finally moved into her apartment, she began noticing all the strange habits of people in the society. No color, no music, no individuality. Everyone was simply…blank.
Looks:Long wavy hair that is a metallic lavender. Her eyes are large and a dull blue, almost like a dolls. She has a few freckles scattered across her body, her skin mostly pale. Her style is very grunge/hippy like, with fun designs and lots of colors
Favorite Color: Lavender
Ethnicity: White
Extra: Ophelia had a few tattoos, none of them have meaning, she just thought that they were pretty. She has a moth on her wrist, a whale on her upper arm, a dragon on her thigh and a cyber tribal design on her spine. She also smokes and occasionally takes an edible. Her favorite drinks are Monster and Brandy.
Name: Ophelia Moore
Role: Protagonist (The visitor)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bi
Personally: Ophelia is blunt and straightforward. She is bright and loves to share her interests with others. She is compassionate towards children and even hopes to teach one day.
Citizen of The Society or no? No
Background: Ophelia used to live in a small town in Texas when she moved to the Society. She graduated from high school in 2069 and is working on becoming a teacher. Ophelia is not a fan of government or anything related. Her relationship with her family is shaky, her mother is the main reason she left home, a brash and abusive woman, who pushes people away. When Ophelia finally moved into her apartment, she began noticing all the strange habits of people in the society. No color, no music, no individuality. Everyone was simply…blank.
Looks:Long wavy hair that is a metallic lavender. Her eyes are large and a dull blue, almost like a dolls. She has a few freckles scattered across her body, her skin mostly pale. Her style is very grunge/hippy like, with fun designs and lots of colors
Favorite Color: Lavender
Ethnicity: White
Extra: Ophelia had a few tattoos, none of them have meaning, she just thought that they were pretty. She has a moth on her wrist, a whale on her upper arm, a dragon on her thigh and a cyber tribal design on her spine. She also smokes and occasionally takes an edible. Her favorite drinks are Monster and Brandy.
Hello and welcome to “There are Eyes in the Walls.” In this roleplay, there are several roles up for grabs! I am still new to this format, but I am getting the hang of it, please bear with me! To formally introduce myself, I am Adeline, and I have been roleplaying for around 8 years now. I am casual about it, I believe that this is just a fun stress relief, so this is a safe and chill space! Now onto a summery of this roleplay…
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In a world… jk
Ophelia had needed a fresh start, somewhere she could get away from the stress of college and family, and one morning, a pamphlet arrived in the mail. It was for a town, describing what seemed to be a perfect little city. The tent for apartments was cheap, there were many resources, and it was secluded, which meant less stress from the outside world. Ophelia decided to move, and she did so as fast as possible. But when she got to her new home, something was off… far off. Everyone she talked to seemed to be in a trance, a mute sense of happiness. There was hardly any color, or music, nothing. Cameras lined to walls and every structure, always on.
It was so…blank. She didn’t think much of it, but when her friend visits her only to go missing, Ophelia realizes that this perfect little town was a place in hell.
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My character is Ophelia, I will give more information about her when we are forming the characters more. There are a few set roles, but you get to actually form the character. Here they are-
The Friend: A loyal character who visited Ophelia, only to go missing. Where did they go? Will they escape and find out more about this society? Who knows. They are supportive and always willing to help someone with something, compassion is their strong suit.
The Guide: (roleplayerguild.com/users/veilsight) This character was born in this society and has lived there his whole life. This character will be Ophelia’s love interest. He is curious about the color and life that she talks about outside of the society and wants to warn her about the real danger she is in if she stays there.
The Basket Case: This character is from the society as well. They live in the underground of the town, finding people to save from the control the leaders have on them. They are a little crazy from being underground most of the time and having limited resources and social interaction. This is also the person that took Ophelia’s friend.
The Dictator: This person is the main antagonist and the leader of the society. They made this town at first as a safe haven for outcasts, but as the town and their power grew, so did the obsession for control. Their belief is that of everyone is quiet and blank, personality stripped from them, the world will ups be more gentle and peaceful.
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There are many side characters, I can play them and if not me someone else is welcome to! You are also welcome to create your own character if none of these tickle your fancy.
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Rules:
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This forum is for 18+ because there are mature and at time violent themes. Language is allowed, I don’t see it as a big deal, just don’t go overboard and cuss every sentence lol. If you need a break from roleplaying, that’s cool, just say that you need to go and we can either pause the roleplay or depending on the scene, keep going. I strive to make this something that isn’t a chore, you don’t need to write a whole book in response, you don’t need to be at Shakespearean level talent in writing, just give detail for the response that seems appropriate.
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If you have any ideas, please feel free to ask! If you have any complaints or pointers, please dm me about them and we can chat! I hope this will be fun for everyone!
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In a world… jk
Ophelia had needed a fresh start, somewhere she could get away from the stress of college and family, and one morning, a pamphlet arrived in the mail. It was for a town, describing what seemed to be a perfect little city. The tent for apartments was cheap, there were many resources, and it was secluded, which meant less stress from the outside world. Ophelia decided to move, and she did so as fast as possible. But when she got to her new home, something was off… far off. Everyone she talked to seemed to be in a trance, a mute sense of happiness. There was hardly any color, or music, nothing. Cameras lined to walls and every structure, always on.
It was so…blank. She didn’t think much of it, but when her friend visits her only to go missing, Ophelia realizes that this perfect little town was a place in hell.
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My character is Ophelia, I will give more information about her when we are forming the characters more. There are a few set roles, but you get to actually form the character. Here they are-
The Friend: A loyal character who visited Ophelia, only to go missing. Where did they go? Will they escape and find out more about this society? Who knows. They are supportive and always willing to help someone with something, compassion is their strong suit.
The Guide: (roleplayerguild.com/users/veilsight) This character was born in this society and has lived there his whole life. This character will be Ophelia’s love interest. He is curious about the color and life that she talks about outside of the society and wants to warn her about the real danger she is in if she stays there.
The Basket Case: This character is from the society as well. They live in the underground of the town, finding people to save from the control the leaders have on them. They are a little crazy from being underground most of the time and having limited resources and social interaction. This is also the person that took Ophelia’s friend.
The Dictator: This person is the main antagonist and the leader of the society. They made this town at first as a safe haven for outcasts, but as the town and their power grew, so did the obsession for control. Their belief is that of everyone is quiet and blank, personality stripped from them, the world will ups be more gentle and peaceful.
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There are many side characters, I can play them and if not me someone else is welcome to! You are also welcome to create your own character if none of these tickle your fancy.
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Rules:
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This forum is for 18+ because there are mature and at time violent themes. Language is allowed, I don’t see it as a big deal, just don’t go overboard and cuss every sentence lol. If you need a break from roleplaying, that’s cool, just say that you need to go and we can either pause the roleplay or depending on the scene, keep going. I strive to make this something that isn’t a chore, you don’t need to write a whole book in response, you don’t need to be at Shakespearean level talent in writing, just give detail for the response that seems appropriate.
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If you have any ideas, please feel free to ask! If you have any complaints or pointers, please dm me about them and we can chat! I hope this will be fun for everyone!
Hello! I am Adeline and I have been here for a while but rarely have explored how to use the site! I used to roleplay on quotev but they shut messages down, I still write books though! All of my information, my rules for roleplay am my characters are all on quotev and if anyone wants to dm me to rp, I will send over my information! Some basics about me, I am a straight, cis female, I only rp with over 18 years old because I myself am 18, and my favorite color is blue! I am also doing all this on my phone, I haven’t gotten a computer or laptop yet lol
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