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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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.
Have you ever felt as if you're drowning in sorrow? This black liquid that engulfs the lights, leaving nothing, but a thick darkness. There is a moment of numbness before it sudden hits and you get trapped by this dark world; a place void of light. All those horrible memories thrive, devouring any morsel of happiness with a malicious greed. They feast like gluttonous monsters without thought or mercy towards whoever is shattered and leaving an unfortunate, joy stripped shell. When you attempt to reach for the surface, it drags you deep into the depths of despair and makes even the happiest memories the villain of your story.
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Those are the feelings that have tortured me for days, haunting my memories with constant reminders of the absence of my light. His presence warded away the dark since it feared the brilliant radiance that followed him. Shackles to the depths were released as shadows retreated to safety, avoiding his delightful essence. The glorious hero, shrouded in wonderful luminescence that rescued the prisoners of the dark world. In his presence, everything felt improved and finally a sense of security surrounding me like the comfort of being wrapped in a soft blanket on a bed of clouds. My hero's name was Silas, and I loved him.
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Paradise came crashing down, and I was not prepared. The gentle knocking that drew me towards the door, those grim faces, the news that shattered me and plunged me back into the depths. Surfacing was impossible as I began to drown in my sorrows because the only light to ever touch my world was gone. Nowadays, I isolate myself since witnessing those joyful expression is a stab to my heart, a reminder of loss. Drowned within the black ocean of despair, incapable of reaching the brilliant air of the surface.
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Everything feels broken and nothing is holding everything together for me. My only desires have been fixated on Silas, by some miracle, returning to me. I want to embrace him, show him affection or even just hear that sweet voice again. Perfection, that was the man I married. Although, there seems to be this dark void in my life, consuming my heart and submitting it to the cruelest lament. Silas was what continue holding the happiness together, and now that he's gone, it disappeared. Hastily I fell, favoring a bottle opposed to truly venting my feelings and I'm praying to the gods this helps.
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There is nobody to lead me to the exit from my misery. I'm trapped inside this hellish abyss of sorrowful emotions and brokenness. Constantly, I am telling myself I will be alright, when truthfully, those are words that remain nonexistent in the dark world's dictionary. Everyday, I remember the reason I plunged into this place was my fault... Heroes sometimes require saving, and mine I had vowed myself with my soul and a ring. Silas was both my master, my husband and my light, somebody I personally swore to protect even if the cost was sacrificing my life. Instead, I failed him which resulted in him being gone and every second my thoughts cross that I can feel the tears brimming...
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If I could have a single wish... it would be for my light to return to me...
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*the page is marked with a few wet spots, likely tear stains.*
Desperation for happiness, that is my life currently. Smiles, pleasant memories and the sweetness within life has disappeared, leaving me beneath these dark waves. Obtaining joy has gradually transformed into an impossibility given my current mental state. Witnessing those emotions on others has become difficult, even going lengths to nearly summon those tears created from my pain. Strangers will approach, providing their consoling words of which fail to end the torment my heart and mind faces and instead feel like knives ravaging them. Several times, these moments have nearly brought me to the brink of tears, forcing me to hide while those droplets of sorrow crawl down my cheeks.
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Becoming happy again appeared to be an impossibility, especially during those evening spent within the wooden walls of the bar, drowning my sorrows in alcohol. The actions were similar to my father's, the brutish man and master of the realm of darkness. I remembered the horrible memories imprinted into my mind due to his ferocious attitude. He always screamed at my mother, their arguments a constant for my youthful ears since they were even accomplished at the dinner table. Children are oftentimes believed to secretly here the verbal brawls that were a telltale sign for future divorce, but I never received that luxury. Every single ugly word they desired to throw at one another would fall upon my once innocent ears. There was never an instance in my childhood where I viewed them being happy around each other, but could remember numerous where they would treat one another horribly.
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Intents transformed into brutality when my father decided to harm my mother. Screaming was echoing through the walls, and as a mere child I remained frightened when I woke from the depths of my slumber. Safety always felt lacking in my family home, resulting in me searching for my parents in grim hope of their protection. That's when I witnessed the horrifying scene of pain being afflicted onto my helpless mother by my vicious father. Ceasing the actions of my father was impossible since I was thrown away, my head hitting the bedside table. Handling the injury was difficult considering my age, but I remember crying from the terror alongside the pain my head was experiencing. My heart rate was skyrocketing as I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for the torment towards my mother to end. Eventually it did, my father leaving in his drunken state, the smell of alcohol burning my nose.
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Trembles were frequently taking possession of my body as I slowly lifted my head, staring at my mother who cried. Tears continued blurring my vision, my desire for comfort growing while I crawled towards her. Parental wise she remained questionable, but for once I thought my mother could assist me. Once near, I attempted to embrace her only to be violently pushed away again. Worthless, hell spawn, devil, monstrous and various vile words erupted from my mother's mouth, and their target was me. It remained unbearable, causing me to hastily return to my feet and run away crying while she screamed coward in my tracks. That night, the door to my bedroom was locked as I hid beneath the blankets in terror that either parent would trample into my room and assault me with words or fists. Sleeping was an impossibility that night.
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These memories returned to because I was beginning realize how worthless I am... I had failed in protecting my husband and my mother, which is the blood occupation of my species. Familiars are protectors, servants and creatures of Heaven. Happiness and worth appear to be connected in the situation since I do not possess enough worth to even obtain joy. Protecting Silas was supposed to be a priority and instead I could not manage to keep the most significant person in my life safe... How can I be worth anything if I am incapable of protecting those I care about? Worthless, perhaps that is my definition considering my abilities in protecting myself and others are nonexistent. All those years ago, I was incapable of protecting myself from the my brutish father.
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When my father discovered my sexuality, I remember the hatred that burned because I am homosexual. It began with scantily clad woman, my father's desires having an opposite effect because these woman appeared vile to my eyes; personally I never comprehended the requirement of displaying as much skin as possible. Then the day he discovered I was dating Silas was when Hell was unleashed. Beating became constant, my face and body bearing a plethora of bruises from the physical abuse that plagued my life daily. Those screams insisting against my worth were constant as my torso and arms bore the immense pain from the afflictions my father provided. There were several moments when I believed my father nearly broke bones, fortune being in his favor considering he narrowly avoided it. Blue, black and purple were colours I become familiar with and learned to detest. The immense pain and torment from every second that a fist would collide with my body or those harsh words would be stated.
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Sleepless nights spent crying from the pain were constant with belief I would be murdered in this dark world, at least until my hero arrived. There was a incident of school where I became immensely upset which resulted in the man of horrors having to arrive and take me home early. The silent walk home tormented me, then shortly people cleared out and I was violently pushed into an alleyway. There was certainty that my father would murder me as he began spouting those harmful words with preparations to inflict pain on me. I remembered when his fist recoiled back and I flinched, shutting my eyes in anticipation for the collision, but Silas protect me. The struggle was momentary as my future husband grabbed my hand, leading me away from the horrifying monster.
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There was warmth in his hand and despite the pain from previous bruises I kept following while my father gave chase with hurtful words. Silas brought me to safety, bringing me into the wonderful refuge of his home. His presence became my solace, assisting in mending those broken emotions created from the dark world. Those days calmed me and for once, I felt happy... Unfortunately, the person capable of sparking my joy is gone...
Marriage, a wonderful thing that binds two people together. The golden bands that shimmer in the sun, those intense romantic emotions mustered merely by one's presence. The opportunity to share those wondrous words of affection between another being that you care immensely about. That single year produced the happiest days I found in life, displaying the splendors of being within the realm of light. Every minor detail appeared to be blessing sent down from Akari's Heavens that had increased power with those golden bands and words of commitment to another person. Holding his hand, exchanging 'I love you's thousands of times over, the liberties in sleeping beside him and even those pleasant days spent silently beside one another. I could never complain about the mundane passing of life because I was spending it with the man I cherished since childhood. Being in Silas' presence was enough to make me jovial in all regards.
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Those memories remain the best I have, and I constantly desire to return to those days... The hands of time reverse for nobody, which means I will never be capable of going back and saving the most significant person of my life. Every second those thoughts generate, I spiral down into that pit of despair. Glancing at those golden bands we wore with delight has become painful, stabbing me in the heart with the thoughts of those days. Each day, I wake up alone, depressed, wanting nothing to do with anybody solely from the aching void in my heart. Happiness can not be sought when one is cast into the darkest reaches of despair's realms. Isolation has transformed into a requirement since I grow concerned that my depressing emotions can spread, similar to an infectious disease. This is how useless I have become... I am transforming into a bother on my fellow humans because of my incapability in maintaining a happy disposition.
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The further I descend into this pathetic despair, I discover that other individuals harm me similar to how I harm them. Emotional torment is what life seemed to transform into. Witnessing their gleeful smiles, hearing jovial laughs and romantic displays makes it feel as though my heart is being consumed by thorns, all jabbing into the delicate skin and drawing blood. The pain never ceases, constantly threatening to shatter my disposition with heartache. Remedying the situation grows impossible since without Silas, I know that jubilation is nonexistent. The dark world consumes all hopes of happiness, determined to leave the individual a sorrowful shell of their former self. Constantly it consumes, a merciless beast keen on consistently beating a person even after they have fallen to their knees or reached an unconscious states. Enjoyment is outlawed according to the functions of the realm, only warranting the world itself glee in deteriorating another individual.
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There were always moments where people would ask me what I wanted. It is a constant occurrence in life, expected, but sometimes lacking in answer to the consistent inquiry. Nowadays, when that question is asked, my thoughts immediately flicker to my hero of light. My only wish is for my husband to return to me... Without him, I feel like I am nothing, but an empty shell. Emotions ambush me, causing salty tears to trail down my cheeks. Sorrow-filled or romantic songs can not be tolerated since they remind me of the repulsive emotions that become evident in everyday life. There are days where I call work, dishonestly state I am sick to give me the opportunity to curl up and cry until the tears run dry. Several bottles of alcohol get consumed, the lights remain off and I drown in the pits of my sorrow. Those memories torture me, even the happier ones. Its an endless cycle of suffering, at times making me unable to leave my bed. Life lacks value in my eyes nowadays considering my solace is gone... I crave the knowledge of happiness, but it remains on the top of a thousands of mile high bookshelf and the ladder is only a centimeter tall; perhaps even smashed to a dozen pieces that remain invisible to the most powerful of microscopes.
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Happiness is unattainable without Silas... I just... I want him back. Please, somebody, just let him come back. He was everything to me, the most significant person in my life. My failure to protect him is what resulted in this inhumane punishment... I am pleading for him to return, begging the gods despite the fact my words will reach deaf ears... Please... I just want my husband to come home so I can see him smile, hug him, trade those words of affection and everything that we did prior to his death... please...
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*the page is marked with a few stains, presumably from tears*
On a pleasant summer day, we walked to the beach, went up on the cliff and sat beside one another. There was endless talk as we waited until finally, arrived the sunset. The sky transformed into streaks of gorgeous colours, oranges, reds, pinks and purples painted across a once blue sky. Light from the glorious sun played across the ocean, the caps of the wave reflecting the light brightly. Pale purples and pinks played across the bellies of the clouds while bright hues of orange, red and yellow coated the sky. The subtle sounds of wind through the trees were blissful, ultimately making for a calming spectacle. Throughout the magnificent display, we sat close, snuggling and completing a fantastic romantic day.
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As the sun settled over the horizon, preparing to disappear, I snapped a quick picture to remember this occasion. These were the moments where we could become our happiest. Terrible things would happen, but these precious moments where we could sit together and talk for hours while watching the sunset were incredible. Unfortunately, I have found myself alone now, unable to enjoy the breathtaking scenery of a sun setting over open water. A sunset will maintain its endless beauty, but there is no conversational charm without somebody significant to share the display with. Those memories of my husband and I heading to the beach to view the sunset will never leave my mind since sunsets will never be beautiful otherwise.
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Bittersweet, the emotions which arise from witnessing the colours and the lighting. The marvellous display will remain remarkable, but the sadness of loss will always sting my mourning heart.
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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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