Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Conall walked around the mall growling to himself. It had been him and his sister for a long time left by their parents but now she disappeared too. Conall hoped she was just missing but he would be lying if he didn't say he thought she had abandoned him too. His gang that's all I can rely on maybe only myself. He said to himself as he walked around the mall. He had been so lost in thaught that he had come here but why did he come here of all places he was poor he couldn't do anything here. Maybe he hoped he would find some kind of sign of his sister. "What do I care she left me" he said out loud.
Conall is very tall for his age but is under weight due to not being about to eat at times. He stands just shy of 6'1", and has two scars under his eyes that look like T's. He has dark green hair that at times has a blue tint to it. This hair color most thinks he dyed it that way but he hasn't it's all natural. The top of his hair naturally spikes up, with a ponytail the rest of the hair was smoothed out starting right at the top of his neck. He has almost a rough looking color of blue eyes. He also has teeth that he has made look like his/shows his wolf fangs most of the time. Conall was wearing his green coat with ripped-off sleeves on a tatty, torn black shirt that's ends above his belly button.. He also wears a brown belt, brown fingerless gloves, brown boots and beige pants.He also wear a round pendant around his neck.
The mall is a place Nike really hasn’t visited. However, it was one of her friends birthdays soon, and so she wanted to get them a present. The mall was a perfect place, as it usually housed a lot of shops that could be potential presents for her friend.
Suddenly, she heard someone mention that they left him, and this made Nike worried. Personally she felt it was coming close to that point in her life as well, but her mother and father stuck together thanks to her. She had risked life and limb to keep her father and mother together, even if she didn’t know it until she was set free by them nasty angels.
She turned around, and there he was, a very tall male, compared to her 5’4”, she was a midget.
“Hey.” She female spoke out as she walked towards him. The first thought she had in her mind was if she was gonna break his neck just looking at her, then she remembered that she… can fly if that was the case, she was a fallen angel after all.
“Are you okay?? Do you need some company??”
It was strange, a stranger asking another stranger if he was okay and if he needed some company, but she was lonely too, and she also needed company.
Conall hadn't expected anyone to call out to him unless it was one of his gang members calling him boss. He was a little taken back that someone actually noticed him. He turned around his almost full blue eyes that had a sharp look to them with scars that looked like t's under each one of them. His green coat with torn off sleeves falling at his ankles as he stopped walking. His teeth like that of wolf. He looked to find a short girl asking him if he was ok and needed some company. "You know you should be more careful not all people can be trusted sometimes not even family can" he said with a growls tone to his voice which was natural. "However I guess you could say I am a bit lonely, my sister disappeared the guys that I guess you could say work for me think something happend to her I think she left like our parents left us in that rotten place" he said with an even more aggressive tone in his voice.
"You sure you want to be seen with me I mean I am a thief" he said not even batting an eye when he said that. Although that was mostly food he stole but sometimes he took jobs from people but he was more known for being a graffiti artist. "Well if your sure you want to be near me, the name is Conall no last name never received one" he said. As he rubbed the back of his head stretching. "Oh and I'll come right out with what I am too since some people have problems for what I am or hate what I am. I'm a lycanthrope even more reason for why I ask again are you sure you want anything to do with me? I mean like i said I am a lycanthrope and can't control myself on full moon." He said putting everything about himself out in the open not caring if she hated him.
Nike was a little worried when the green haired guy seemed to greet her in some sort of passive aggressive fashion. She only wanted to keep him company.
“Well, if it eases you, I don’t trust angels.” She didn’t tell him why, but naturally fallen angels would hate angels, right?? “The only angel I can trust so far is my mother, she is a beautiful woman. My father is a demon…” She didn’t say much more than that.
“I am going under the assumption that your sister has been very frustrated lately. But hey, in this day and age, everything is frustrating.” Nike voiced her opinions with some sort of enthusiasm, she was sure that his sister was fine and dandy.
The moment the guy mentioned that he was a thief, the lass chuckled. “Ey, as long as you don’t steal my liquor, you should be fine.” Nike was known to be a bit of a drinker, especially in bars. “Especially my whiskey, if anyone nicked my whiskey, they’d be in trouble!”
“It’s nice to meet you Conall, my name is Nike. I am a fallen angel, and someone that hates angels to a T, but except my mother, as I already said.”
Conall was slightly surprised that this girl was not running from him or trying to attack him. when she mentioned hating angels he did wonder why however it wasn't like it was his business for why she hated them. When she mentioned only loving her mother and the fact that her mother was an angel and her father was a demon. This is when it clicked to him on why she probably doesn't like. angels. He somewhat couldn't exactly explain why but somehow he was feeling at ease only his gang members or sister have ever made him feel at ease.
”Well if it helps any I don't really give a shit about peoples parents who or what they are. To me parents are just other people just cause they give birth to you doesn't mean they care they just end up going and dying sometime on ya. Then you're left alone. So to me, parents are who they are their just normal people.” He said this because his parents as he heard from his sister were killed in an accident but he beleived they abandoned him and his sister how else would they end up in a shity orphanage. Only to run away from that hell hole as he called it. He was slightly getting lost and swallowed up by his emotions but then he scratched the back if his head to snap himself out of it, for its something his sister used to do to calm him.
When he heard her talking about his sister and how she might be frustrated he started thinking ya maybe frustrated being related to me. He could care less right now he did love his sister but his sister not saying a word to him before disappearing that was hard to take. But why she seemed so what was the word hyper, no excited was more like it, but why was she so happy about it. He had given up hope since it had now been months.
He was even more surprised when she started giggling what had he said that was so funny. When she mentioned stealing liquor he smirked ”not like i have had any of that anyways well except for when i lived in an abandoned one sadly all that crap was expired” although he was only 16 not old enough to drink when you live on the streets sometimes you have to drink things like that. Soon some officers strolled over to him pinning him to the wall thinking he had stolen something. ”Damn it again you people think I’m stupid enough to steal something when theirs this many people around i only do that in markets on the street easier to get away that way. Besides i only steal food cause i have to” he growled at them. He wasn't liking this the cuffs for some reason they put on way to tight when they tackle him and it was hurting. He would normally get aggressive when he was hurting.
Right now thiugh he only wanted to keep talking to the girl as they searched him they didnt find anything stolen ao then they let him go but siad they would be keeping an eye on him. As he sighed sliding down to a sitting position against the wall rubbing his wrists. ”Damn i hate mall cops”. He wondered what she was thinking now. As he looked at the girl who had said her name was Nike.
Nike crossed her arms and looked to the side somewhat, the female hasn’t met this kind of person before. Not even in a bar she has. Back at the bars, she would meet all kinds of people. Aggressive ones, ones that can’t stop eating, ones that are there just for good food and drink. This guy seemed a tad empathetic, but apathetic at the same time. Thoughts would go through her mind, wondering what to do now. Should she just leave him be?? Or shall she continue to accompany him??
Just then, Conall was pinned down by security, but walked away a short time after, leaving Conall and Nike at peace. The fallen angel had no words as to what she just witnessed, but at the same time, she wanted to ask so many questions…
Tilting her head, she yawned slightly and patted the guy on the back. There most certainly was a few things that needed addressed. However, this was not the time or place, it could get Conall into a lot more trouble than the both anticipated, and she didn’t want to get caught up in anything much when it comes to that kind of stuff.
Nike looked towards Conall and sighed softly, he really did have it hard, didn’t he??
“They really can be a hassle.” Is all that she could say. Well, what else could she say?? She knew she had to be careful with her words after all.
”That's normal for them though, although they should know that if they even look at my records all I have ever stolen is food” he sighed. ”But guess that's just how life is” he then got up from his sitting position. He wondered what this girl was thinking truly he wasn't a bad guy. He just had not very many ways to get food growing up. He then had an idea and pulled out a pad of paper and soon started doing something. He was actually smiling while he was doing it. This was his attempts at defusing the tension from what just happened. He drew her name on the paper in a graffiti style but that also seemed to jump off the page making it also look somewhat three d. As he finished he tore it out of the book carefully. ”Well what do you think?” he asked Nike as he handed her the drawing.
That was what he was really good at but not many people liked his style except skate shops, smoke shops more grimy like places. But he did hope she liked it. He hoped it would show that he wasn't as bad as he seemed. However, Conall couldn't understand why he cared what she thought maybe he really wanted to be friends with her? He wasn't sure though. All he really had was the runaway kind of kids much younger than him. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to and understand him. He wasn't sure but he did hope he could be friends with her. After all, he didn't give his drawings to just anyone he meets. It only happened when he felt he wanted to be close friends with that person. Which of course he normally didn't feel on the first time of meeting someone. But here there was something about her he couldn't explain. Maybe it was the fact she was still there listening to him even after all he said and all she just saw happen. But then again he wasn't sure what it was. He hoped he found a friend that finally he could rely on and that wouldn't just leave him behind.
To see Conall pulling out a pad of paper and started to go absolutely mad on it. The guy was smiling, it looked like he was having fun with it and this made Nike smile softly towards him. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like he was putting a lot of work into it. Then he shown her what he done and she gasped in delight.
“I really love the style of it. I also love how it just pops!” The girl chuckled before taking the picture that he ripped out ever so carefully. She took one last good look at it before she placed it in one of her many pockets for safekeeping, she will place it in her room somewhere later when she returns home.
“Anyways, we should find a place where you won’t… get hassled again. Any ideas??” She asked as she crossed her arms, placing a slight smirk on her face. “I know where i’d go and take you, but you’d have to be ready. Oh, and none of the authorities like going in either, and I will make sure to keep you standing if any bar fights happen. Oh, and we can eat popcorn if it happens too.”
He smiled glad she liked it, he thought for a minute when she asked if there's anywhere he would like to go and if they should go somewhere he wouldn't be harassed. He thought about that he wasn't really sure there was the place he called his gallery but it wasn't close by the mall and was in the slums it was technically a whole bunch of always and abandoned houses that he did his art on the walls of it also were most of his gang hung out. At least a few of them at a time so no one could destroy the stuff he did. ”There is a place but it's not close by.” He then heard her mention she had a place she wanted to take him, she had mentioned bar fights and things which to be honest he liked showing most guys in those that they were wimps. He smiled ”Alright lets go where you have in min, i ike the idea of no cops bothering us” he smiled. ”Then maybe later i can take you to the place I was thinking about. If you don't mind the walk to the slums” he smiled. He then followed her still always keeping one ear open for trouble or danger as well as still listening to her.
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