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!
Black waves pooled through the common room as lightning pierced the darkness that encroached upon the ceiling overhead. Blurred figures moved amongst him, shimmering and distorted, like black etched markings. Ghostly pale features bore ahead, eyes strained and sunken with the insanity lurking behind their steely depths. Ahead, a room stood amongst the others in a brilliant beige, the sun’s rays glinting against the white side panelings. [break][break] Within, she stood. A mirage. A lie. A miracle. Desmond physically swayed, his shoulder hitting the wall of the common room, catching him as support. One pale hand lifted to his head as he went blind in one eye, his mind burning. An inferno. Searing away his flesh. A harsh grunt escaped his dry and cracked lips as the pain twisted and corded its way down his chest.
The possessions hadn't stopped that day. The nameless soldier continued to invade her mind in order for her to play the role of Chou. She didn't understand why they had tattooed her...why they had cursed her when they were able to make her into their personal puppet. The dusty haired girl sat atop a bed that was supposed to be hers along with the room. But she knew better...she knew that she had been moved from the dungeon below because she was somewhat important now.
None of this was permanent...it could all be reverted at any time. And so she felt no relief to be out of the cage below and into a new one that tried to give the false comfort of safety. Her eyes were dull as she stared blankly ahead, too tired to even imagine Forix comforting her. Beside her were some basic necessities, clean clothes, toothbrush, and other things that she hadn't bothered to look at.
Osheen grew tense suddenly when the heavy waft of fear began to creep inside of her again. She had felt this multiple times now, but it was never something she grew used to. Lilac eyes lifted to catch sight of the man she had met repeatedly for a week now...and upset instantly seized her heart. She felt awful for...tricking him..for being a tool to his pain. But he was hurt, he was always hurt and she couldn't bring herself to ignore his presence.
With glossy eyes she tried to restrain her emotions as she stood from her bed and began towards her door. There were a few others within the common room that connected all the 'higher' up prisoners, but she didn't have time to speak with them. The man whose name she hadn't even been given looked as though he were on the verge of death.
She didn't know why they had released him, and she half expected them to be watching somewhere. Osheen knew this was part of their master plan and that she was being a further pawn by going to him. But she couldn't leave him in such a state. Nervously she looked to him as she stood before him and fretted a little because she wasn't sure where to touch him or really what to do.
"You can come to my room to rest?" She offered, her voice emotional and cracking slightly as she held out her hand hoping that he might take it.
As the woman approached the room continued to flash as lightning lit the sky repeatedly, illuminating her each step of the way. Desmond strained underneath the weight of it all as the tide continued to crash around his thick leather boots. What was this nightmare? The thought carved a path into his mind even in despite of the pain. When he exhaled, fog wafted from his mouth and into the suddenly frigid air. The hairs on his arms began to stand on end. [break][break] Smaller than him, she shifted into the image of a child before flickering back into reality. He could barely make out her features amongst the fog and haze that took up most of his vision, alongside the blinding light and throbbing pain of his skull. [break][break] Her voice echoed off the walls and an onslaught of waves crashed into the wall beside them, swallowing her voice with it. It became distorted, but he looked to the room in the distance, haloed in the light. [break][break] “... I will.” He spoke slowly, his voice dry and harsh. Her hand was blind to him, her figure distorted and illusioned as he swayed from the wall and began to trudge through the thick water to her bedroom.
Osheen cringed at the sound of his voice. It was as though he had not drank in centuries. Was he even human? Did he need to drink? How was she supposed to aid him when she didn't know how to help him? The thought made her emotional all over again but she tried to focus on leading him towards her room. She kept lifting her hands as though she were ready to try and catch him if she had to.
But somehow despite his state he managed to make it to her bedroom. "H-Here..." she stumbled out as she guided him onto her bed. Osheen's lilac eyes looked him over and she could see the bruises and needle punctures all over him.
"I'm going to help you," she told him softly and glanced around trying to locate anything that could help. In the end it was within the pile of things she had been given, apparently some ointment for her healing tattoo. Her fingers trembled as she dealt with the constant waves of his fear, but she was determined not to fail him any further than she had. If she could just take some of his pain away she would do it.
Slowly she began to apply the ointment and began using her weeks worth of gauze's and bandages on him.
Death had already taken him. What madness was this? The bed was a deep midnight blue, the ceiling light overhead blazing like the sun. It burned blisters into his skin. White encompassed everything in a blinding, unpleasant, light. The woman spoke to him, her words coming to him and then not. His expression was blank, with the exception of a deep tiredness etched into every detail of his face. [break][break] Her hands were blurred and filled with static. She didn’t feel or appear real, despite his ability to feel her touch. His hand, palm upward, lightly twitched. Then, his withered muscles, under her touch. His gaze returned to the doorway to see the black abyss that had filled the void beyond the bedroom. Lilac hues bled down the one beige walls, pooling to the floor in thick, oozing, ink.
Osheen was surprised that he let her take care of him, but then his eyes seemed completely lost to another world. He didn't even seem to see her truly as she carefully worked with his body to bandage and wrap him up. The first attempt was too loose and sloppy, the second too tight, but the more she did...the less clumsy she was with it.
Still, it didn't make her feel good to see that she was messing up when every second counted with this guy. She hesitated when she saw some debris in his hair and she went to carefully remove it. Had he been thrown into walls? Beaten endlessly? How could anyone torture someone so greatly? What could anyone get from the pain of others?
There was already so much pain in the world... Osheen shuddered a breath when she felt the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Sorry," she told him as she drew her hands up to quickly rid her eyes of her emotions. Now wasn't the time to cry...she needed to be strong.
"Are you thirsty or hungry?" She asked, and bit her lip when she saw the man's lips dry and cracking. "Um..." she fumbled and put some ointment on her fingers to try and touch them to his lips. But she..was nervous and...couldn't do it.
"Hold on I'm going to put this on your mouth," she revealed and only then did she start to carefully coat his lips.
The purple ink turned crimson while the distorted figure of the girl began to weep by the bedside. Blood coated the walls and pooled across the floor and the light began to flicker overhead as he contaminated everything with his presence. “Sorry,” She wept, blue eyes shimmering as the first feature to become whole to him. The rest of her body followed, hands clasped at her chest, the skirts of her dress fanning out against the wildflowers which bloomed around her. [break][break] His features strained, brows knitting together as he tried to reach for her. His fingers met air, although his bare arm brushed against the solid form of something that didn’t exist. A dull voice appeared to echo from a different plane, an alternate existence. Submerged and entirely indistinguishable. [break][break] --- [break][break] A man dressed in all black entered Osheen’s bedroom. White hair framed his face, red eyes listlessly boring upon the image of the girl bandaging the experiment. He stepped forward, shoes clicking against the hardwood flooring and reached for the man’s arm. Without a word he hauled him to his feet. [break][break] --- [break][break] Reality distorted and glitched, the world beginning to bleed away until the white hair, placid face, and red eyes of a man stood before him. Yet, even then, his world attempted to morph, to careen off its axis as colors and patterns slashed across his sight. [break][break] “... What …,” He muttered but seemed incapable of finishing his sentence. [break][break] His head began to spin, nausea filling his stomach, as he teetered between the thin veil of reality and hallucination.
Osheen paused when the stranger began to reach for nothingness. Her gaze dulled and she felt herself fill with sadness at his state. He was completely mad from the torture and experiments they had put him through. She wondered what it was that he was seeing... She hoped it was nice...something that he wanted...
A low exhale left her as she tried to stop herself from crying again. That was all she had done in this place and it was just draining her strength. But it was much easier thought than actually done. Carefully she continued trying to help him even while he reached for nothing, but the sudden jarring of him being hauled to his feet caused her to yelp in fright.
She stumbled to her own feet and glanced back to see the soldier from before had come into her room and grabbed the strangers out stretched arm. "W-Wait," she called out and followed after them. The solider seemed to pause which shocked Osheen, but she didn't hesitate to try and do something.
"He needs time to heal and rest." She argued pointlessly because she knew the soldier wouldn't listen to her. And just as she suspected he began to drag the other guy out of the room, and she stupidly tried regardless, to block of the way to her door.
The man got right in her personal space before recognizing the fact that she was blocking his path. "Please...I know you have your orders but try to...go slow with walking with him?" She asked, and was only given another brief pause and long gaze before the man pushed past her with ease and left.
Osheen's back hit the door frame and the tattoo on her spine was instantly aggravated. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as she tried to fight through the pain. When she finally looked up the two of them were gone...and she could feel the weight of her uselessness cutting into her.
"I don't care...I'll find a way to help..." she whispered through her tears as she pulled away from the doorway and moved to sit down onto her bed.
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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.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
