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 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.
Means more than life itself. Those confessions told and relationship cemented. Yet, I fear those who judge us despite how much I care about you. But I promise to always love you.
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Fortunately, neither of them appeared outrageously optimistic about completing the entirety of their designs. The thought summoned a sense of ease welling inside Caleb's chest as a long exhale breached his lips. There was a point to seeing how horribly the icing job would become with limited time. The imp was hopeful the circumstance would create a flurry of bubbling laughter and smiles, rather than disappointment with how little was accomplished. Quietly, he nodded at Magnolia's words with a soft grin.
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"Okay, that works perfectly," the imp answered with a grin.
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The short man was organizing himself quickly and without hesitation. The feeling of relieve echoed through his body when Magnolia mentioned that pre-preparations were acceptable. Thus, he quickly organized himself, mixing his buttercream colours and scooping them into tied-off piping bags.
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"This is going to be fun... I just hope I get something on the cupcake," he laughed softly. "Maybe if we want to keep it to a minute we could spread the base layer of icing if that works? That way we're not smoothing it the whole time."
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The imp could become a perfectionist at times, to his personal annoyance. Chances were, he would have lost track of time and ended with a single, solid-coloured, but smoothed cupcake. Thus he hoped Magnolia would agree to creating their blank canvas ahead of time.
Means more than life itself. Those confessions told and relationship cemented. Yet, I fear those who judge us despite how much I care about you. But I promise to always love you.
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Their contest was a thing of excitement despite the potential for embarrassment. Giddiness bubbled inside the young imp as he gazed up at Magnolia, his species making him shorter than the young woman. Their entire so-called event was entirely for laughter and enjoyment over anything else, yet, he discovered himself worried about the immense heat of fluster and failure. Their agreement on the subject prompted a grin to play across Caleb's lips at the words. When the question was reversed to Caleb, he nodded quickly.
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"Mmhmm! I have an idea, but," the imp paused and flinched for a moment, "I'm not sure if I can get it all done... heh, it's a little ambitious."
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Slowly, Caleb began grabbing the few tools he required. A spatula, a small piping bag he hoped to get black icing in alongside some other decorative pieces, such as chocolate chips. If needed, Caleb had a backup plan, but they required some ground rules.
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"Um... Are we going to allow us to pre-fill piping bags? Or no? I'm alright with either, it's all in good fun after all," the imp inquired quietly.
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Either option worked for the young man. If anything, he could figure out a backup plan to make his precious cat cupcakes for the hopeful viewing enjoyment.
Means more than life itself. Those confessions told and relationship cemented. Yet, I fear those who judge us despite how much I care about you. But I promise to always love you.
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Despite his nerves, Caleb discovered an intermingling of excitement as he pondered his decoration plans. Within his mind, the imp pictures adorable cat cupcakes he hoped to quickly decorate. A swirling of brown icing before simple line-done art of the sweet creatures. From nearby, he observed the checking of the cupcakes, the warmth of the oven flowing over his face. A gentle grin touched Caleb's lips as he say the baking cupcakes. They would require a blast chill, but it would provide an opportunity to prepare the supplies before their contest began.
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However, the delightful smell enticed the dark-haired man. The timid imp spared himself a deep inhale, admiring the delicious scents radiating from the oven. The mention of setting up the decorations was greeted with a quick nod.
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"Good idea. We should have time as they cool in the freezer too," the imp answered quietly. "Do you have an idea already? Oh! But don't tell me, I'm just curious."
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The imp smiled broadly at the tengu boss. The young man was curious about which direction they would end up picking. Nonetheless, intrigue sparked from the notion of their decoration ideas and how questionable their creations would turn out.
Means more than life itself. Those confessions told and relationship cemented. Yet, I fear those who judge us despite how much I care about you. But I promise to always love you.
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A dynamic mixture of excitement and nervousness rocketed through Caleb's veins as the work clock ticked. Through the hours, the imp steadily cooked, assisting with the creation of many delights. However, throughout the course of his work, his mind churned. After hours, Caleb made an agreement with Magnolia, one of the bakery owners, to have a small, icing decorating competition, but there was a twist.
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A timer would be set, warranted them a single minute to decorate their delightful treats. Since the proposal of their enjoyable game, Caleb began planning possibilities for his cupcakes, but each appeared to disappear into the abyss. Ruled out for length or for lack of flare. Nonetheless, the spontaneous challenge summoned the opportunity for enjoyment. Already, the imp had informed his boyfriend, Troy, that he would be returning home later than expected. Slowly, Caleb assisted in the cleaning of the kitchen areas after the service.
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As the day winded down and everything slowed, the young imp always remained vigilant in tidying his station. From dust to cooking grime, everything was being steadily cleaned by his cloth. The imp's eyes scanned around, pointed ears detecting moving trays as additional cupcakes were made. Naturally, there were leftovers, however, the amount would not due for their plans. Gradually, Caleb's hand drew the damp cloth over the last inch of his station, his satisfaction finally being hit with the accomplish.
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Briefly, he retreated, dropping off his cloth before turning to walk towards the oven. The scents of baking cupcakes filled his nostrils, each slow step bringing him closer to his competition, Magnolia.
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"Are they almost done? I can start getting all the icing supplies out if they are," the imp inquired in a soft voice.
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Timidness captured him as Caleb's fingers began doing second-nature fidgeting. From minuscule twitches to the ringing of his small hands, the anxious young man accomplished it all. Despite the competition being entirely proposed and created for enjoyment, his nervous nature easily crept in without any hindrances. Yet, a determination flickered in subtle flakes within the depths of his eyes. A willingness to try birthed from the excitement over the fun they would discover on their time-crunched icing battle.
Means more than life itself. Those confessions told and relationship cemented. Yet, I fear those who judge us despite how much I care about you. But I promise to always love you.
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Stomach emptied from fear cowering, Caleb silently trembled as his mind tore him apart. The ravaging wolves of insecurity torn away at the young imp's mental state. Proof of his burdensome actions demonstrated themselves in mere seconds. A sharp breath was sucked into his lips, hitting the back of his throat hard. The whimper leaking from his throat arrived from impulse as fear of inadequacy tore into him. Infamously, Caleb's lower lip treated beneath his upper teeth as he rolled his teeth over it.
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He felt stupid. Idiotically bumping into the stranger because of his ridiculous lack of attentiveness. It weighed upon him, being hefted by his weakened shoulders. The trembling of his fingers instinctually clasped the fringes of his sleeves as they connected over his stomach. He believed the stranger to undoubtedly be correct, his fragile emotional and mental ability displaying itself. While many could stand strong beneath prosecution, Caleb never managed beneath those critical stares and pressuring auras.
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Wrapped tight within his torment-filled thoughts, Caleb's pointed ears failed to detect anything beyond the derogatory words. The sharp footsteps of an approaching citizen. Though, when a figure stood in front of him and spoke, Caleb's eyes slowly looked upon them. Meanwhile, the man's phone narrowly broke rolled his eyes condescendingly. In his mind, the stranger was pathetic, hero-wannabe. However, before targets could be changed, the man's face shifted from overwhelming anger and confidence to a grimaced.
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Only then did the anger shift targets as he made attempts to shift things on the screen of his phone. Though, the attempts appeared futile as stress cornered his eyes. At the individual's question, he grumbled..
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"Fine," before finally shoving off.
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The rigidness in his walk spoke volumes, suggesting anger, but believing the pursuit no longer worthwhile. Slowly, Caleb's frightened body language opened as his lower lip was released and his eyes locked on the back of the individual who rescued him. A soft sigh of relief breezed through the dark-haired man's lips, countenance easing as he rubbed his arms.
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"Th-thank you," he murmured softly. "Ah! But won't he be mad at you? I... ohh... I'm sorry if he does anything mean to you..."
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From Caleb's angle, there was no certainty of what transpired between the pair of strangers. Though, based on context, the blonde who arrived at his defence was aware of the facts the male stranger wished to maintain secrecy over. While the imp had silently listened, there were few facts he managed to catch, however, the existence of an affair was obvious... In his quiet, he prayed the cheated-on woman would discover the unfaithfulness. The cruelty of those who decided sexual gratification was more important than a permanent partner brought a perturbed sensation to Caleb's stomach.
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Those poor souls who opened themselves to love to have their hands pricked... The thought made him thankful to have Troy, a man devoted to him and lifting him at every turn. However, his fixation shifted to the individual who benevolently rescued him from being swallowed whole. Hesitantly, he favoured the blonde stranger with a thankful smile. In the meantime, his body practiced the effort of coming breaths, making his grin more awkward than intended.
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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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