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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
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The Staff
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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.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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Sunlight stretched across the snowy fields in front of the Ivory Fortress, an Assembly of Phantoms base hidden near the infamous Aria Village. Through the thick birch trees, perched on a steady, albeit, an ancient stone foundation, however, it was the well-maintained historical landmark which served for the purpose of bringing forth the revolution. Admittedly, Wren cared little about the success of Zeredah's plans, instead admiring the permission to murder those associated with the TRS. The organization had accomplished nothing against the golem personally, but the psychopath enjoyed the ability to kill others.
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A warmth was embracing the earth, an uncommon trait for late winter in the northern continent. Merrily, the schizophrenic skipped through the cold snow, evidently not affected by the cold weather conditions. Gleeful giggles escaped his lips as he ventured towards the Ivory Fortress, his hallucinations painting an entirely different scene. The fortress was perched on a hill, red lighting painting it against a darkened canvas as the dark brick with red accents covered the building, a complete contrast from the pleasant Sunday afternoon and dull grey tiles.
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In reality, Ivory Fortress was placed on an expanse of flat land amidst the Ivory Woods, standing as a landmark of guidance for those travelling through these mysterious lands. The towers of the fortress easily breached across the treeline, the dull bricks contrasting against the blue skies and bright whites of winter. Around it, snow shimmered as sun gleamed across the flat surface; everything appeared to be a perfect winter day. The psychopath proceeded forward, accomplishing some strange movements, as though following a nonexistent path.
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The hallucinations displayed to him a stone path, different from the impacted snow path created from other Assembly members entering the Ivory Fortress; Wren thought they were foolish for using it, obviously, the twisty stone path had to be the correct method of entry. The guards stationed at the gates refused to correct the mentally ill man, already aware of Wren's sadistic and generally destructive tendencies; they were correct to avoid such an altercation. Recently, the golem had returned from a gruesome mission, his happiness manifesting from a successful murdering which would please his creator and perhaps even Matt.
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Centuries of being a soldier proved to never bore the serial killer, Wren enjoying every opportunity he possessed to complete his assassination attempts on others. As he skipped closer to the fortress, the guards were taken aback by the evident blood still touching his clothing and knotted hair from accomplishing a particularly difficult mission. There remained a broad, toothy grin on the golem's face alongside delight in his green eyes as he neared the door. Naturally, Wren was granted entry to the fortress as he pulled the heavy wooden doors open and crossed through the threshold.
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Inside, the hallucinations were never constant as Wren "saw" orange tabby cats with wings while various colours of butterflies crowded the halls; none with crystal wings, a shame considering their rarity, although, Wren found they were liars anyways. There was a radio on, relaying information from a well-known news channel, the strange man in the box speaking about the recent terror attacks and increased violence. The news anchor possessed a male voice, the diction of his words making it evident he thought ill of the recent affairs.
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There was certainly nothing wrong with death and violence, they were merely natural occurrences of life from what Wren knew. Everybody was bound to die, the young schizophrenic already meeting his end years ago, although, under what circumstances he could never recall. Oftentimes, he merely fabricated a ridiculous story based around his own delusions on how his death occurred, the story changing with each retelling of the information. There would never be a solid narrative unless perhaps a day arrived where his memories returned or the answers arrived on the tongues of these flying tabby cats.
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Unfortunately, the tabby cats were more concerned about praising him for the success of another assassination; they were always filled with complimentary words. Carefully, Wren's fingers weaved through his hair, discovering a plethora of knots, which displeased him immensely; he despised when his hair would get messy. The golem spent only a brief time in the lobby, striding forward, green eyes searching for a brush or comb to fix the mangled mess of white hair. Where was the wonderful repairman when he required a good hair brushing?
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Constantly, Wren's eyes flitted around the facility, passing his fellow Assembly of Phantoms members, hoping he could discover somebody with a brush or comb to assist with taming the tangled mess; he feared his hair would transform into frightful snakes should he fail to provide proper care. There was a minor fidget to his hands, the golem desiring the nostalgic feeling of a comb or brush running through his hair. Should desperation become an issue, he could easily retrieve one from the home he shared with Matt, but Wren was required to provide his report; despite how confusing it would become with the addition of his hallucinations.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
The brush on her hands passes between strands of her shoulder-length hair, her reflection clearly evident from the mirror she is holding with her other hand. As she struts through the halls of the base, she admires the blue of her eyes as they sparkle like crystals, her skin so pale, yet still retaining its youthful beauty. Her black dress contrasts the fainter color of her hair and eyes, as well as skin, though it brings out the rest of her body so perfectly.
[break][break]The brush is a translucent yellow, and as it passes through her hair it almost becomes invisible. Everyone in the Assembly of Phantoms either just watch her, or ignore. Not that she cared. She is on a different league from them and she has nothing for her to be involved with these poor things. The other higher-ups, the ones she knew best, are absent, or simply out of sight, though they could be here somewhere. She would make an effort to search for them later. For now, there's her beauty to be done with.
[break][break]As she sits on one of the vacant seats stationed near the offices, her eyes stare at the television atop the walls, a reporter detailing the events of yet another violent killing somewhere in Lorsette. The blonde smiles rather devilishly looking at the reporter's serious face. He clearly doesn't like it, but what can he do? He's only a reporter standing behind a camera, looking important as he recalls recent events. He can't stop cold-blooded murderers or nasty burglars from conducting their operations, not like those pesky police.
[break][break]From out of nowhere, she spots a rather long-haired fellow stride into the hallway. He looks so nervous, at least to Selina, hands fidgeting as he walked. His hair attracted her more, however. White, beautiful, but she sees a few strands sticking up and they're rather unruly to look at. Turning to her brush, a mischievous smile graces her face; she disappears out of thin air, brush in hand, and she floats toward the long-haired man while still out of sight.
[break][break]Only when she's near him does she start brushing his hair. The brush stops at the strands that form those unruly knots; she hates these kinds of things. "You really have nice, long hair, mister," She giggles as she continues to comb his hair, pulling a bit harshly as he comb meets those dreaded knots again. "But it's unfortunate that there are these... knots... getting in the way. Agh, how annoying. That's the problem with long hair, honestly; they tie themselves in knots because they don't like being neglected for too long, and so they teach their owner a lesson. Though honestly, I'd say, do away with it and show your hair who's boss."
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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[ Anything in italics is hallucinated by Wren. ] [break][break] Fingers with long, black nails were pushed through strands, moving down to untangle thick knots from Wren's recent accomplishments. There was minimal blood sticking to the golem's hair, however, the red substance managed to cling to strands of beautiful, white hair. Water would be required to wash away the dried blood captured in his stunning, silvery locks of hair. Knots were pulled, gradually untangling as the golem picked away at his precious hair. He adored the long locks, especially when the repairman grasped the brush and ran the teeth through them.
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Hisses escaped his locks of light hair, complaining about the knots and tangles discovered in his luscious hair. Haste entered his movements, Wren attempting to untangle the many locks as they twisted, gaining snake-like faces as they transformed. From the darkened corners, people stared hushed complaints about his hair leaving their lips as he desperately tried to untangle his hair. Damn those accursed red liquids which escaped wounds! The blood managed to create a horrid, tangled mess in the golem's hair.
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The male soldier's brilliant green eyes fixated on the knots, desiring to remove them from his beautiful hair. The intense focus failed to detect his surroundings, effectively allowing a sneaky person to approach him. With the assistance of her abilities, Wren was unlikely to notice her, however, his lack of focus on his surroundings only gave her more space to get closer. Suddenly, a brush graced his precious locks, the familiar sensation bringing a wide, lip-tight grin to stretch across Wren's face.
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A feminine voice giggled as the brush ran through his hair, removing knots from the tangled mess. While the location was somewhere he could trust, Wren glanced towards the direction of the brushing. There he discovered a blonde girl, her blue eyes taking up the entirety of her sclera, leaving a single black dot in a sea of rich blue. Sprouted from her back were delicate angel wings conjured to perhaps explain her floating. She held a golden brush, something magnificent that did not blend into his earlier delusions of the Ivory Fortress.
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The slight harshness of her brushing was unnoticed by the golem as he watched the girl, promptly giving a lip tight smile. The brush angel saved him from damnation from his hair! The whispering snakes were disappearing because of their contentment, voices hushed because of the kind lady.
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"Thank you!" He cheerfully shouted, giggling soon after.
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Whenever the man spoke it consisted of cheerfulness and giggles under most circumstances. The traits of the infamous Mad Hatter being quickly revealed in his interactions. Wren was a renown soldier for the Assembly, powerful because of his creator's cautious crafting of his physically superior body. He was regarded as strange because of his hallucinations and moments of delusional thinking. Most avoided him, the bloodthirsty psychopath being known for gleefully killing without hesitation or remorse.
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The blood splatter across his work clothes proved his enjoyment of violence, similar to plenty of Assembly members. Alas, a majority were not sweet enough to approach and assist with his precious locks. With the hair being unknotted, Matt was bound to happily brush his hair for hours!
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
She enjoys sliding her brush's teeth through his long hair, humming in contentment as she removes all noise from around her. The television, the strange whispers... they are all irrelevant. She is more than happy to have finally staved her boredom, all through brushing someone else's hair, which clearly needed help. Had she not stood up from her seat earlier and approached the man with such overgrown hair, she would have been whining loudly in the hallway, demanding some task for her to be done. Killing would work, as well.
[break][break]Selina is not done, but she is almost there. Despite this, she hears the man thank her rather cheerfully; it almost surprises her, to have someone who did not find her sudden approaching to them weird or creepy, or anything around those lines. But she nods, hands still moving to remove the knots disturbing such long, luscious hair. "You're welcome~!" She sing-songs, before returning to her task. "Now you can stop moving, mister, if you do not want to create more knots! I would not want that either, and I would certainly not want to leave my brush hanging on such unruly hair~!" She giggles after this, moving her hands along hair that feels as though spider silk to the touch.
[break][break]Her eyes travel downwards while her hands work on untangling his long strands, and they reach his clothes. And there, she sees it; blood splattered everywhere, some dried, some deadly fresh. She figures he had been out on a quest for the Assembly... how unfair, that she had not been given a mission yet. But she enjoys the sight of red, eyes widening as she has the sudden urge to cut open the throat of an innocent man again; however, she would not lay a hand on her fellow Asesmbly member. She momentarily stops brushing, looking at his clothes, eyes widening in sudden ecstasy.
[break][break]"My, my... look at all that blood, mister~" She hums, voice much quieter than it usually would be. "Say, how loud did your latest victim scream today? I would very much like to know..." She asks, brushing his hair again, though excited to hear his answer.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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Contentment was displayed on Wren's face because of the young, brush-wielding blonde's presence. The angelic young girl was marvellous for arriving to assist with his long locks of unruly, white hair. Missions always caused these persistent issues he despised, however, the golem's occupation demanded those sacrifices. Accomplishing the heinous act of murder elated the white-haired man, furthermore, displeasing his creator would lead to frightening consequences. A crown of thorns around his head, a man who constantly showed a menacing attitude.
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His creator was somebody horrible, an abusive man determined to assure his performance and success were at a peak level. Alas, Wren allowed the nonstop abuse to occur, his sacred duties as his creation was to obey. Expectation weighed heavily upon the golem's shoulders, prompting him to perform his assignments without hesitation nor complaint. Fortunately, his creator was bound to be satisfied with the gruesome scene. As usually, Wren essentially destroyed his victim to lengths of making the body impossible to identify without dental records.
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A sing-song command was given by the young girl, a giggle escaping the golem's lips as he stared ahead, allowing the brush angel to return to her holy duties. There were subtle tugs from the blonde's hands moving through his soft hair, a sensation that brought peace upon Wren. He enjoyed the sensation of a brush's teeth moving through his knotted locks. The golem physically relaxed from the actions, the comfort in the situation making the long-haired man begin to hum. The tune was an old lullaby from years ago, something oddly locked in his memory but admired for the happiness it promoted.
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Gradually, hair was untangled by the brush, softening from being unknotted by the steady work of brush teeth. The stitched golem hummed, eyes closing as he appreciated the sensation of having his hair brushed until... blood was mentioned... The red liquid of life escaped gaping wounds. A wolfish smile stretched across the soldier's face, broad and toothy, a sinister nature to his expression. How loud did the last one scream? The shrill screams surfaced in Wren's memory, his mind remembering the individual he murdered.
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The bright red of her uniform matched the fresh bloodstains excellently. There was a target drawn on her back as the mission givers said and he plunged a knife directly into the center.
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A giggle escaped Wren's lips, more sinister than before. "Loud... very loud..."
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The giggling grew in volume as Wren contented himself with the memories. The roses which sprouted from the gruesome wounds he left behind, red reminders of the atrocity he happily committed. His creator would be pleased with his accomplishment, especially since it involved the death of an elite hunter. Now he wondered if his precious Matt would also be proud...
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
Giggles erupt from the man's mouth, and Selina enjoys the sound of it, combined with the soft feeling of her yellow brush sliding against the man's silky hair. She giggles with him, for she knows the feeling of happiness after a very successful mission of blood and death. If her little brush could turn into a knife, or dagger, or anything she could stab someone with, then that would make her happier than anyone else in the world. But who should she stab if that were to happen?
[break][break]Well, certainly not her companion, who's pleasing her with conversation. If they were to attempt a killing against each other, it would be war.
[break][break]"Loud? Oh, I could tell you've been really naughty~" She coos, trying to stifle her giggles, before turning back to the brush and running her hand on his hair again. "No one would scream so hard if the killing proceeded gently. No, it must be bloody... very bloody, bodies strewn everywhere in the area..."
[break][break]Selina stops, her hand in a still; she leans in to look at the man with a curious look on her face. "Who did you kill today, Mister?" She asks, tilting her head ever so slightly to indicate her intense curiosity. "Let me guess... it must be someone famous, right? Or is it one with the enemy, that dreadful Terror Response Syndicate?" Saying the organization's name is like spitting the most sour piece of orange in her tongue, but if she were to hold this conversation... it needs to be specific.
[break][break]After all, they may have something in common.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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A twisted mind was entertained by brutal thoughts and sadistic actions. Nurtured towards violence, raised to become a murderous soul. The creator of Wren taught him these abhorrent values, an easy task because of the man’s mental health conditions. The schizophrenia and psychopathy lurking inside his thoughts were affirmed to be alright alongside his despicable actions in the process. Whenever his blood-thirsty actions were mentioned, Wren giggled in content at the thought as he remembered the terrible crimes he committed.
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Between the maniacal giggles was soft humming escaping Wren’s lips. The teeth of the brush untangled the golem’s long hair. The sensation of having his hair brushed calmed his mind, and reminded him of a happier time. If only Matt was around to tidy his hair, soften it with extensive brushes. The blue-haired man’s company always made Wren over-zealous. The mess of his hair was being handled, the silver-haired golem gleefully listening to the blonde angel tidying her hair. When his new acquaintance mentioned him being naughty, the golem giggled again.
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A sinister grin carved onto Wren’s face as thoughts of the murder entered his mind again. The woman was wearing her target over a dark uniform. Multiple stabs of his knife were accomplished, screams leaving her mouth as thorn-covered roses formed. Inquiries shifted to whom Wren murdered, the name only somewhat remembered in his briefing alongside the rank. Another series of giggles escaped his throat.
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“Janet... creator said she’s a hunter,” the vague words were met with further giggling.
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Specifics about the individual in question were lacking and a physical description useless because of the man’s rampant schizophrenia. Chances were if asked for further details on the woman dubbed ‘Janet’, Wren would provide a questionable description about the woman. Through their conversation, the golem was not bothered by the sourness in the stranger’s voice when she spoke of the TRS. In a way, it reminded him of his creator.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
She lets the little sounds of the man's childish laughter drown in her ears as she continues brushing his tangled hair, small hands gripping the brush whose teeth slide so smoothly down the waterfall of strands with little conflict. Talk of murder has always excited her to an extent where she wishes she would talk to them more, and hopes that even after all her efforts of brushing his strangled hairs he would still be approachable in times when she wanted to have a conversation.
[break][break]Her thoughts return to reality, and as the long-haired man tells her the name of who he had killed, she smiles and nods in acknowledgement. Internally, she is laughing manically. Janet... what a pathetic little name, born to a pathetic little world, that deserves to be burnt to ashes. No description was provided... not that she needed one. Selina knows this little Janet is nothing but a little insect, and she is glad her companion has already killed her.
[break][break]"Janet, hmm..." She mutters the name, a sort of distaste in her tone. The smirk is still there, however, and as her mind burns the name Janet and makes it forever cease to exist, she chuckles darkly. "Well aren't you glad you've eradicated another one of the little insects of this world, mister."
[break][break]The television sparks with new activity as more murders are reported. It fills Selina nothing but delight, to hear records of who had been murdered. She wished she were there. If only to help make this world fall into chaotic ruin.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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Thoughts of red liquid gushing from openings in the fleshy coat of a human always fascinated and summoned endless amounts of glee for Wren. He was designed to eliminate the endless targets provided by the Assembly. The great creator commanded him to carry out those wishes. A crown atop his creator's head, his endless omnipotent displayed in a youthful complexion. His fists were clad in red, iron gauntlets. Clenched tightly in his authoritative fists a long whip, designed for punishment whenever his precious golem failed him... Wren could not fail him...
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The rhythmic strokes of a brush's teeth untangling locks of silvery hair kept Wren stationery. Reports could be worried about later, for the dreaded, unruly snakes needed to be tamed before they became turncoats. The angel proceeded to brush his hair, praising his efforts for eliminating the foolish TRS woman. The insect! Another chorus of happy giggles left Wren's lips from the compliments being provided. Oh, how he hoped his creator would shower him in similar praise to this marvellous, young lady!
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Although, his creator was somebody critical, scrutinizing his thoroughly before giving a final verdict. His iron gist was the gavel, although, instead of a red-clad armour piece.
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"Very glad! VERY VERY!" The silver-haired golem declared. "I hope creator will like my work!"
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The sounds of the television flickering on to reveal another news report about grisly murders broadened Wren's grin. He glanced towards the TV, brilliant green eyes brimming with endless excitement! These news reports were hardly detailed, but at times they noted the progress being made by the Assembly of Phantoms. Should things be going in the Assembly's favour, his maker would be beyond pleased! Therefore, Wren was hopeful as he listened to the news reports, happy as a claim despite the grim deliverance of another death.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
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