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.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2024
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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
Elongated fluorescent bulbs flickered high atop the backdrop of the decrepit ruins of a room. A door hung lazily from its bottom frame, ready to give at any moment. Darkness prevailed through the holes in the walls, the wallpaper ripped clean from its surface. Rubble littered the ground; a resemblance of what was once white tile flooring. Overhead, the lighting buzzed and crackled, its lone light illuminating him underneath. Belts fastened and trapped his form to a hospital patient table, set up to stand at a vertical angle. A metal tray sat beside him, various tools and scalpels sitting atop, laced in blood. [break][break] His voice bellowed within the confinement of the ruins, hoarse and monstrous. Yet, his mouth remained closed. A fire burned within his skull, splitting it apart. White encompassed half of his vision. A third eye came to him, looking from a projected distance, seeing his withered and lulled state. The fire began to burn against the walls of the building, towers of flames like rising pillars into the sky. [break][break] The markings against his legs burned a bright and illuminated blue, searing through him. Carving his flesh with its insignia. As the light flickered, through the darkness he could see the figure of a female walking beyond the walls of his confinement. Her image flickered in and out of existence, like a ghost, walking amongst the flames.
Osheen's features were drawn into a strained frown as she fought to hold her head up. Burning agony encased her back and it was only heightened with each step she took. But neither the solider forcing her forward or the scientist ahead of her slowed their pace. Osheen strained as she tried to press onward but not for them...it was for herself...to show that she was stronger then they all believed her to be. Pain seized her frail body and caused her eyes to burn, but she gritted her teeth and drew her gaze to an empty space on the floor and smiled warmly.
There within her mind was the only friend she had in the whole world...Forix. He was a beautiful fox with vibrate orange fur, a tail that looked as though it had been dipped in a white bucket of paint and then his ears and paws...they were all a dull black and everything was ever so fluffy. His silver eyes gleamed with gentle concern for her as he pitter-pattered along beside them. He wanted to help her but he was like her...broken and powerless. The two of them understood each other and would always—
"Hold her upright!" The scientist ordered impatiently when Osheen's legs unexpectedly buckled beneath her. She felt the twist of her arm as the Soldier yanked her upwards to prevent her from falling completely. Everything hurt...any movement...it all hurt so badly.
Tears slipped down her eyes as she was forced to begin walking once more. The man in front of her began to grumble complaints as they moved...about her being a magic-less human... that would fail before they saw any results. His word shouldn't have impacted her because it was something echoed time and time again in her life. She wanted to cry more, but she tried to focus...tried to see the white tipped fox tail flickering in her mind.
She would be okay...no matter what...she would be okay.
Her shoulders trembled lightly as the sound of muffled screaming began to grow louder until the door to the mad man's chambers was opened. There were other people within the room, but Osheen was struck with the suffocating fear that bellowed through the entrance like a black smog. She couldn't breath as the invisible magic clenched around her heart so tightly that she felt as though it would crush it.
She was going to be okay...she had to remember...she had to face her eminent future with strength...even if no one else saw it. She choked out a breath to try and force her lungs to work again, but as she stood there soaked in the man's fear... she trembled and shook as though she were nothing but a child about to be slaughtered.
By the patient strapped to the table, a disfigured and abnormally tall man stood. He did not seem to fit the hues of color around him; painted into the world in shades of gray. Two long cracks slashed across the man’s features, a split in his otherwise porcelain face. It remained lifeless yet cruel, and with a sweeping gesture of one arm the female was brought further into the room. Behind her the metal grate of the door echoed like a tomb as it shut. [break][break] A gray hand drew from the billow of black folds to extend toward the medical table beside the patient. Picking up a needle syringe he injected the neon blue liquid into the man’s veins. The scientist to the right activated a remote program which began to send jolts of minor electricity through the man’s body. [break][break] Desmond remained unstable, grunting through the pain, bellowing into the room; completely mad and unseeing. As the experiment’s procedures continued, the phantom soldier remained by the girl’s side, hand digging into her upper arm, keeping her rooted. The numerical figures on the screen flickered and whirled and when they rose above a certain value, the reaper in black injected a second serum before he stepped back to behold his handiwork. Once impassive, he now held a deadly sneer as the man strapped to the patient’s table abruptly snapped into being. [break][break] The quietness that settled into the room was both stifling and eerie. The fear and madness disintegrating into dust. The man’s gaze flickered between the scientists and reaper, seemingly missing the lone female figure altogether. [break][break] “Look at what I’ve brought you.” The reaper’s voice was low and guttural, twisted and mangled like his soul.
But just as she braced herself another wave of fear began to pierce through her. Lilac eyes drew towards the source, a man tall in stature and bone chilling to look at. When his head started in her direction, Osheen immediately stared ahead to the man before her...the one who was tied down.
He looked to be in terrible agony more so than her and it made her heart squeeze with pain. She knew nothing about the man, but she could tell that he was a prisoner like herself and somehow their futures would tie together. Osheen made a low sound of surprise when the soldier beside her suddenly began moving forward bringing her deeper into the room until the door was shut behind them.
Wide eyes peered back towards the closed door, but she soon looked to the sinister man when he went for a needle. Within it was a neon blue substance that glowed as though it were filled with radiation. She thought it was for her and it caused her to push back against the soldier's hold despite it already being quiet painful. But then without warning or preparation he was plunging it into the tied down prisoner.
"S-Stop it," Osheen's voice broke through the suffocating silence and although fear gripped her at every corner she now pulled forward and against the soldiers hold. "Stop!" She bellowed louder when electricity began to be surged into the man. Her time here had shown her to be meek and silent, but she hated seeing the torture of others.
"Let go of me," she yanked and twisted at her arm despite the seizing pain that began to rippled through her back. She could feel the hold against her loosening or perhaps that was just within her imagination...because she was soon yanked forward restrained.
However, to her shock the man behind all of this ordered the soldier to let her struggle. But his words were not from kindness and instead a twisted enjoyment from the conjoined misery of both his captives. The reality of his reaction was nothing she could have ever expected and it felt surreal. But it made her angry...it made her fill with rage as she thought about the man thinking her so incapable to just pathetically squirm.
Lilac eyes lowered to the ground where she saw Forix, his black ears were low, his face resting on his dark paws and she could see his sorrow. But she silently promised him that they would be together even if she was killed. The foreboding man spoke again, but this time it was towards the one they were torturing.
Osheen's features hardened as she felt the soldier loosening his hold against her to let her feebly fight, but to his surprise she didn't pull, she bit hard. The man yanked his arm from her grasp in shock and freed her completely from his hold. Osheen awkwardly stumbled and unexpectedly landed on her backside, but she was free now and she had one last tool at her disposal.
Desmond strained under the pressure of sanity. A haze stretched and glimmered mid-air, the furniture in the lab technician’s room rippling. Consciousness barely remained, hanging like a thread slowly unwinding at its ends. The Black Plague stood a half-dozen feet from his imprisonment, gray face dead and boring straight through his withered form. A dark shadow encompassed the reaper, its reaches rising toward the ceiling above. [break][break] “Look at what I’ve brought you.” His sickening, guttural, voice instilled rage into his form and impacted him like a fist to his gut. But, beyond him he could make out the shimmering glimpses of a woman as her knees buckled underneath her and she collapsed to the ground. Reality distorted, glitched, hair gently falling in ginger hues, framing a face wrought with tears. [break][break] Desmond narrowed his eyes as a splitting headache began to try and carve a path through his skull. The deathbringer motioned for the scientist to the right to slowly bring the electricity levels down. “What do you recall?” He questioned him, but Desmond’s chest was on fire, his harsh breaths beginning to fill the void. [break][break] “Let her go,” His voice was low and guttural from its lack of usage. A monster lurking in the depths of insanity. The room glitched again, and the florescent bulb began to glow an ominous red. [break][break] --- [break][break] The Black Plague chuckled a deep and cruel laugh. The soldier had regained his composure from the unexpected attack and with a lifelessness that outmatched the reaper, reached down to grasp the girl’s arm and haul her back to her feet. Slowly, he closed the distance between them and the man strapped to the patient table. His markings had all but receded, nothing more than the faintest of a glow. [break][break] The nameless soldier closed his eyes and concentrated, opening a channel and invading the human’s mind. Her consciousness and very being, swept aside as the golem took her place. “Please, Yasumi, listen to these men.” The words fell from her lips, a strange and foreign language from a small country long wiped clean from the map. “I’m scared that they’re going to hurt me. L-Like they’ve hurt the others.” [break][break] --- [break][break] A life… forgotten. A life swallowed by the sea. Desmond stared, wide eyed and fixated. Opposite of him, with hair flowing freely down her shoulders and back, swaying in the gentle breeze, hands clasped to her breast, Chou begged him for the mercy of her life. The gift of her life. He stared at her, unblinking, color draining from his frame, heart beating where it once had been. [break][break] Death. Murder. Voices began to consume him. Screaming. The clashing of metal. Flames, pillar of flames. Her scream pierced the scorching night’s air. Except now, it reverberated within the confinement of these four walls. Desmond snapped back into reality to find her screaming, fighting, and reaching for him to save her as they forcefully dragged her from the room. [break][break] “Chou!” He raged, gaze alight with the fright she had instilled within him. The Black Plague slammed the metal door shut and turned to face him, features twisted in a sort of sick delight.
The guttural voice of the colorless man echoed within the room as he taunted his prisoner with questions Osheen didn't understand. But she didn't expect the stranger to call out in her defense. However, she was given no time to respond because the soldier from before had regained his composure and was moving to grab her again.
Lilac eyes widened as she jerked her hand upward to her breast and readied her hand to delve inside and retrieve the weapon she had managed to conceal. But as the male approached...she hesitated...and that was her downfall. She couldn't cut him...she couldn't do it...
A muffled sound of pain escaped her as she was carelessly hauled to her feet. It was all so anti-climatic, like nothing in the movies or books. But real life was always like that. If she was inside a movie...she would have cleverly dodged his grasp or broken out of her imprisonment. Instead, she just fumbled to the floor and was scooped back up like a wounded bird.
Osheen was forced towards the strapped down man and her gaze strained with the pain and suffering she saw in his eyes. He looked mad...as the men had described him, but his agony was very much real. Lilac eyes drew into a frown as she lifted them and felt the heavy weight of something. It felt as though she were sinking, but she remained standing where she was...until the presence of another was felt inside of her.
Words of another language began to leave her mouth... but they were not her...they were someone else. She could feel her heart sinking as she began to be the one who brought on the man's torture. It was horrible...and she finally understood what they all meant when they told her she was 'Chou' now.
The man yelled the name of someone he once knew...someone they wanted her to become and then she was torn away from him in the most violent manner. She was made to kick and scream to torment him as she was dragged from the room...and then the invasion was over. The soldier who had been holding her appeared to draw from a semi-daze and she knew instantly that he was the culprit.
Without thinking she slapped him as beads of tears formed at the corner of her eyes. She felt so...disoriented but she didn't want to be invaded again and without thinking she tried to run. But she was grabbed and stopped by the scientist beside her and finally the soldier again. It was then that she was brought back to her prison cell and left to...wallow in what had just happened to her.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
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