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 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.
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Demetria had signed up to join TRS as a hunter, even going as far as to request a mentor. To her great pleasure, he didn't have an apprentice so they were more then willing to assign her to him. A few days later, she was walking down the halls, heading towards the training room. I can't wait until I see his face, give him a hard time because he gets stuck training me.... and he will be forced to teach me that blood manipulation.... She thought to herself, going into the room she stopped, frowning slightly. To her annoyance, nobody was in here. What? Shouldn't he have been in here before me? She thought to herself, wandering around the room just to make sure that she was in fact the only person in here before sighing slightly. Topical.... he figured out I was his apprentice and ran the opposite direction... She thought to herself, moving towards the wall, opposite of the door before taking a seat at the table. Now lets see, what will he likely teach me today? How being late is okay? Don't make me laugh, you little brat. She thought to herself, thinking of how she was going to scold him as soon as he got here.
Infuriated by the brainless choices of his superiors, Nathan stomped down the hallways of the TRS training center. Providing him with an apprentice despite there being other hunters more legible for teaching seemed ridiculous to the vampire. Was the knife waving and threats not ample enough to persuade them from allowing him to be alone?! The notion left the green-haired teen bitter since he did not require connections with other individuals, Tristan being among the few people Nathan allowed close. The blond's adorable face was enough persuasion to allow him closer, the vampire seldom showing his sadistic side around him nowadays. Oddly, he found Tristan's presence a kind break from the frightened nature of his fellow hunters. A TRS uniform hugged his body, orange accents distinguishing him as a basic level of hunter. As Nathan walked, his back remained slouch, head craned as his hands hid in the pockets of his TRS jacket. A begrudging expression touched his face, the young man despising every second of this walk to the assigned classroom.
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A glance was taken towards the clock, Nathan shrugging as he realized he was late; why would an apprentice arrive early anyway? He would only arrive a few minutes late and admittedly, the vampire could not muster the care to feel guilty about it. The higherups decided for some absurd reason that providing him with an apprentice which he did not want. If only he could push the pathetic apprentice onto another hunter who truly deserved them. A folder was clenched in his hand, Nathan raising it while he walked to quickly catch a glimpse of his apprentice's name. The name Demetria Saito appeared vaguely familiar, the vampire raising a brow as he analyzed the black ink that etched the name. As he slowly walked through the hallways, people flinched and avoided him, most already afraid of the sadistic hunter. Eventually, Nathan reached the door, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips as he closed the folder and slowly reached for the door. The door clicked open as Nathan entered, his yellow-green eyes glancing over the single person in the room.
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There was a pause as Nathan glared at the redhead woman sitting at the table. Out of all the people he could have received, it had to be the annoying woman from Valentine's day. A sigh escaped Nathan's lips as he rolled his eyes, crossing the threshold into the room before slamming the door loudly.
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"Oh great, the brat from the dance," Nathan mumbled.
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Once the door was closed, Nathan walked further into the room and placed the folder onto the table. There would be little time to read the folder until after the training session. He prayed the redhead would finally decide to listen to him, the attitude she displayed during the dance being absolutely aggravating to the male vampire. Disobedient apprentices were always difficult to handle, but Nathan was determined to make certain Demetria obeyed his commands and training methods. Perhaps this was the reason the higherups decided he was a suitable fit was that of his cold and tough nature; Nathan was never a pushover, he was far from one. Allowing his apprentice to control the classroom and do as she pleased would definitely be forbidden.
The time seemed to tick by as she waited for him to show up. If she had known he wouldn't take this training seriously, she might have considered bringing her laptop so that she could work while she waited for him to finally show up. Her eyes turned to look at the door as the noise of the handling turning could be heard. As soon as he came into view, she gave him a glare. The nerve for him being late was disgraceful, he should learn to be on time when appointments were scheduled. Forcing the door to slam when he had walked across the room had been uncalled for. Oh really, do you seriously expect to be in charge here? You have a lot to learn, boy. She thought to herself as she watched him place the folder onto the table.
"Your late." She answered, still glaring at him, not bothering to move from her seat. There really was no reason, seeing as he was late and she was somewhat comfortable. She'd be damned if silence would take place in the room, instead of apologizing for being late in the first place he had taken silence instead, talk about rude. "Do you always treat your apprentices this way?" She asked, smirking slightly. If he thought he would treat her this way, he would have another thing coming. She'd show him that respect was in order and that he wasn't any better than her just because he wore the mentor medal for the day. Now that we have given our introductions, he should start because I came here to kill Terrors, not sit around waiting for him to show up in the first place. She thought to herself, Nathan, having her undivided attention.
There was a temptation to turn around and leave the room instead of training the redheaded brat he became acquainted with at the Valentine's Day dance. The information Nathan managed to acquire her behaviour from the dance, he could already guess she would be a hand full of trouble. Even as a meagre pedestrian, Demetria had refused to obey the commands of a TRS hunter who was assigned to protecting civilians. She placed herself in dangerous situations without forethought or thorough plans to survive those situations; he even needed to rescue her from harm. Furthermore, Demetria appeared to be hotheaded and defiant towards figures of authorities, which would include the mentor charged with teaching her. The mentioning of being late was met with an eye roll as Nathan provided an exaggerated, annoyed sigh. Already the male vampire could imagine how horrendously these lessons would proceed because of the stubborn, reckless attitude his apprentice. After a few moments, Nathan retreated to the front and leaned against the wall, staring at Demetria.
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The annoyance the green-haired adult felt was evident on his face, which scowled at the young woman he would be forced to train. He would not allow her to pass easily, especially considering the attitude she displayed during their initial meeting and to prove he was not a pushover.
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A simple shrug was provided when Demetria inquired about apprentices. "You're the first one, so I suppose so," he grumbled. "Now listen up, newbie! I am the boss, you disobey what I say, you get punished and lessons may get delayed if you show that nasty little attitude of yours. That kind of reckless, irresponsible behaviour will get you killed, and I imagine you don't have a death sentence."
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A stern, coldness captured Nathan's tone as he proceeded to nonchalantly lean against the far wall, staring his apprentice down with his yellow-green eyes. While the male vampire disliked Demetria immensely, he would not allow her to continue these absurd decisions that could cause a premature death. Even he could manage to place aside his prideful and arrogant nature to listen to the commands of his senior officers; they frequently provided excellent advice. The TRS was a machine, each member playing their part to keep the mechanism's going, thus a failure in a single area could result in the death of many. These were the consequences of being placed in charge of the protection of civilians from a dangerous group of people. There were plenty of ideas that arrived with becoming a hunter, some coping better than others in the face of frightening circumstances.
Demetria just stared back at him, unfazed by the eye roll. If he hadn't gotten the hint before, she didn't appreciate him being late, even if he felt like he had some right to do so. People were dying, they could have been saved if she was finished with this training so that she could go out and do missions. It wasn't the fact it was him, she wasn't a fan of anybody who kept her waiting when time was precious. She knew training would take some time, but the sooner they got started, the sooner they could finish and she could start on those missions. "I see." She mumbled, tempted to say more but he had the nerve to call her newbie first. Wow, you know me so well. She thought to herself, it being her turn to roll her eyes right back at him.
"So first apprentice.... you must be younger than I thought." She answered him back before smirking slightly. Which means I'm older then you, brat. She thought to herself, believing despite who had the most experience with hunting that she'd become much better once this training was concluded. When he stared her down, she stood up from the desk. If he thought he would size her up, or prove to be in charge, he had another thing coming. He had to prove it if he expected her respect. Had it not been how he acted at the Valentine's dance, she likely would have been a whole lot easier on her. "Are you going to stare at me during the whole training session, or teach me something? Believe me when I say I have the staring down, covered." She mocked, finding her words to be hilarious whether he liked it or not didn't matter to her.
I'm not a push over and until you start being more respectful, I'll keep giving you a hard time. Do you hear me? She thought to herself, choosing to keep such thoughts to herself. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm late to the party of joining TRS, I would be ahead of you on the whole killing Terrors and stuff. She thought to herself as she waited for him to speak up, seeing as she didn't have all day and she doubted he did either.
There was an evident annoyance in Demetria's attitude which allowed Nathan to be aware she disliked his late arrival, unfortunately, he could not muster an ounce of care over the notion. The vampire despised being handed an apprentice, especially considering he created his mask to avoid these interactions. Furthermore, they decided to provide him with Demetria of all the possibilities; he had hoped to never see her again after the Valentine's Day Dance! Unfortunately, there were higher-ups who decided somehow Nathan reserved the right to gain an apprentice to teach which the green-haired man knew he would be required to accomplish with excellence. The male vampire despised Demetria because of her attitude which proved to be difficult to handle, especially considering how disobedient she could be. He possessed more authority compared to Demetria when she was a meagre citizen and Nathan was attempting to protect her and her mysterious boyfriend. The notion of the female vampire being older mattered little to Nathan, but his eyes rolled because of the smirk which touched her face.
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The training session would eventually be required to commence, however, Nathan was uncertain how he wanted to handle Demetria. While the male vampire enjoyed the action featured in hunter down terrors, the redhead only began her training recently. In Nathan's eyes, it left her unprepared to begin the more strenuous sections of training which left meagre lectures and perhaps some training practices. These were boredom inducing to the green-haired male, but unfortunately crucial for development as a hunter. The sudden mockery from his apprentice resulted in a low growl escaping Nathan's throat as he glared daggers at Demetria for her rude comment.
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"SHUT UP!" The male vampire snapped. "You know, an attitude like that would get you killed out there. The TRS work in groups, as a team, so your reckless and disobedient behaviour will get you and everybody else SIX FEET IN THE GROUND! So the first lesson, tell me how you will fix your petty little attitude problem."
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There were some who would believe perhaps Nathan was being over-dramatic, but emphasizing the importance of working with your fellow team members was essential to survival on the field. When he was younger, he desired to join the TRS similar to his brother, but because of his disobedience, Donovan suffered the consequences to rescue him. Instead of attempting to protect his brother, he ran away, searching for help which resulted in them returning too late to save him. Nowadays, the male vampire listened to other hunters, scouts and medics in an attempt to avoid somebody else dying from his mistakes.
Demetria rolled her eyes when Nathan pointed out that with her attitude she could possibly be killed out there. He mentioned how they work in groups and yet Nathan had been alone when she had met him. That little pest hadn't bothered giving her his name, if it hadn't been for others being familiar with his attitude and the fact he had green hair she might have never been able to become his apprentice despite her efforts. Of course that meant having to put up with him right now, but she would cross that bridge as soon as she got to it. "You demand respect and yet you don't give it. You push people away for god knows what reason and that is proven by your attitude and your lack of politeness in giving a name in return. You think this is a punishment? Just wait until I knock you down a few notches to remind you that as you just said yourself, team player. As in your no better than me just because I only just joined." She answered him back, more than willing to bite. He hadn't asked how she could help him, just how she would fix her attitude problem.
Frankly she honestly didn't think she had one, but she'd be more than willing to work things out with him if he hadn't been so rude to her to begin with. One would think if somebody offered help you'd take it over being snappy with them. As far as she was concerned, if this training was going to work, somebody would have to make effort in working along side the other person. So she decided she would play that person, then get her revenge if he took advantage of it. "Show me that blood manipulation and I'll be out of your hair." It had come off as demanding but had she practiced she was sure that handling those Terrors without Nathan's help would have been possible. That had honestly been her only reason for coming here, to learn that skill so that she could kill those Terrors on her own time. Having him as her mentor was only a bonus because she didn't want him thinking that she'd take his bull shit when ever they crossed paths.
There were no limits to the attitude problems Nathan obtained over his years of growing up and pushing others away from him. The vampire despised the notion of those devastating emotions returning because of a recent loss; losing his brother was nearly unbearable for him. Losing Donovan fueled the decision to entirely cuts ties, Tristan being the only individual who managed to slip past Nathan's guard. Alas, managing to convince the vampire to pursue closeness remained difficult, his only interests in relationships being the attractive blond he brought inside on a cold winter day. Considering the green-haired man was close friends with Tristan during their high school years, rekindling their connection came naturally. After rescuing the human man from bullies on several occasions, the vampire theorized it created an attachment, although, Nathan could hardly complain. After years of pushing, having somebody to converse with daily became a nice pleasantry. While there were problems with pushing others away, Nathan never considered it a large enough issue to completely demolish; people were frightened of him, but he was willing to lend an ear to their ideas.
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When Demetria began lecturing him about his attitude, Nathan rolled his eyes. In his eyes, the redhead was a disobedient nuisance who refused to listen to superiors. There were certain times where going against orders could assist in bettering the situation, but those moments were very few. A low growl escaped the male vampire's throat the longer Demetria proceeded to speak.
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"Last time I checked, I didn't intentionally disobey you and nearly got myself killed," Nathan snapped back. "I've been here long enough to know that working together is important. By the way, I keep my attitude under control on the field because I'm not a fucking idiot."
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Anger was evident in Nathan's voice, the young vampire already finding himself livid with his snippy apprentice. An irritated sigh escaped his lips as he proceeded to glare daggers at Demetria. This would certainly become an excruciatingly long day to suffer through; the task handed to him confirmed it.
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"Anyways, the name's Nathan, but I imagine you know that considering they would have stated my name when they informed you on your mentor," he stated.
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The mere mentioning of blood manipulation resulted in an exaggerated groan leaving Nathan; he hated demanding brats. While he could appreciate somebody who knew exactly what they desired, he despised Demetria's attempt to skip through the entirety of the lessons for blood manipulation. Slowly, Nathan returned to leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed while he scrutinized Demetria, assessing the state of her body. While vampires possessed strength and speed boosts, a quick assessment told plenty about diet, exercise and occasionally personality.
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"You want to learn blood manipulation? Well, you gotta learn everything else first," he stated coldly. "I never wanted to be a mentor, but I'll be damned if I teach you blood manipulation and let you run out there."
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Afterwards, Nathan walked towards the door, beckoning Demetria to follow. He wanted to accomplish training in his own way, which involved a gym and witnessing what exactly his apprentice would decide to do in verbally stated scenarios without guidance; he wanted a vague idea on how exactly Demetria would think, however, Nathan was aware where he wanted the other sessions to be staged. Due to Donovan's vampire-based self-defence training equipment, the manor's basement was built to teach control over a variety of abilities, unlike the more versatile gymnasium which was not vampire focused.
Demetria looked to the side and huffed. "I'll be sure to record it next time.... because that isn't always true." She answered him back, tired of this argument, it was boring and pointless to continue it and frankly they weren't getting anywhere with it. "And what I choose to do is my own business." She snapped, looking back towards him. "The old man might have mentioned it...." She answered him back, refusing to tell him how the man had called his attitude out too. Frankly she had found the conversation with him amusing, unaware of the fact it was Nathan's older brother who was very much alive. "Pleasure." It took a lot of effort to appear like she had meant it. Of course she honestly didn't think he would care either way since he seemed like the type of guy that would try and keep distance anyway. That was just too damn bad because now that she was here, she wasn't going to let him have his distance. She had changed the subject about learning about blood manipulation, perhaps it had been too soon to prove what he was good for to her.
Well another reason, though it was the big reason for joining and requesting him as a mentor. He was looking her over and she took this time to stand taller, mostly for the fact that she grew up this way. She didn't really exercise unless she needed to leave the apartment for something. "Fine..." She mumbled, surprised he seemed to be finally taking this mentor business seriously, seeing as he had been late getting here. He had walked towards the door, she found herself looking towards him until he had beckoned her to follow him. They left the building, she couldn't help but feel somewhat surprised that they weren't staying here. "Where are we going?" She asked, keeping pace with him as they walked. She had no idea of his training plans, to her, he could have been planning on training her out on the field. She was expecting to at least have better control over blood manipulation first. Unaware they were going to his manor so that they could train in the basement.
Their pointless argument proceeded, Nathan merely rolling his eyes and refusing to provide another response. They could easily bicker for an endless period of time considering the entire lesson introduction started verbal sparring. Merely the beginning of their petty arguing resulted in the male vampire wondering if perhaps they were destined to continuously quarrel. They both appeared adept in this calibre of fighting, although, it would cause apprentice training to become a strenuous effort on Nathan's mind. Being required to deal with Demetria several times a month already sounded exhausting to the green-haired man; certainly, fate was being a despicable mistress giving him Demetria as an apprentice. The snappy remark his apprentice retorted with only made the male vampire's eyes roll again. The words maliciously shouted at him failed to bother Nathan in the slightest; the lieutenant of unit one spent plenty of time attempting to break him. Constantly, the old man would shout hateful comments and inform him on how he never belonged here. In the long run, it only made the male vampire more determined to prove the elder long.
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The mere mention of the old man's involvement resulted in a now infamous eye roll from Nathan. The bitter man probably informed Demetria about his negative behaviour while granting limited information about the positives. When it was stated to be a pleasure to meet him, Nathan held firm to his doubts. They spent the first few minutes of the lesson bickering opposed to acting like student and mentor. When it finally arrived to work on the mentoring, Nathan led Demetria into the hallway to take her to the manor. They exited the building into the brisk, outside breeze, the vampire leading her towards the parking lot.
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"My house, the equipment is specialized for vampire training. If you want to be trained right and well, then that is where we will go. The stuff there is simply better for our species training," Nathan explained. "Now c'mon, unless you want simple, rookie training in the gym."
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A smirk graced his lips as he tugged open the driver's side door to get inside the car. Under most circumstances, the car was used for work transportation so neither himself or the manor's limo driver were required to wait for work to finish and one to arrive. Once inside, Nathan unlocked the doors and waited for Demetria to join him inside.
Demetria quickly followed after him. "No, if you feel like this training is better. I'll trust your judgement on it." She answered as she kept pace with him. The sooner I get training the sooner I can help people, that is what I decided when I saw that I couldn't do it before and plus I want to prove him wrong on how useless he believes me to be. If it wasn't for the fact I couldn't control blood manipulation I could have helped him better and maybe he would have showed more respect. I don't understand why he chose to be so rude to me, it wasn't like I attempted to annoy him at first, he had it coming after he started it. When Nathan got into the car, she was quick to open the passenger side door before slipping inside. She would then proceed to closing the door before putting her seat belt on.
Training at his manor, that is a neat idea. She thought to herself, curious on if his whole family were apart of TRS or not. "How'd you manage to get a training area under your manor. That is brilliant." She answered, somewhat jealous that she hadn't thought of that. If only her parents had thought of that, maybe she would have been able to join TRS a long time ago. Oh well, better to be late than not start at all. "Why do you push people away?" She asked, it had been on her mind since meeting him. He didn't seem like he made too many friends, it didn't seem like he cared either. She only wanted to understand what was going on through his head that he'd dislike people so much to not want to communicate with them.
There was a tiny smirk stretched across Nathan’s lips when Demetria states she trusted his judgement. Those were words he never expected to leave the bratty girl’s mouth, thus he was pleased to hear them. Under most circumstances, he believed she would have proceeded with her torrent of rudeness considering the attitude she displayed during their initial meeting. There was part of him that wished he recorded Demetria saying those sweet words was simply incredible. The car’s door was closed with a loud slam, Nathan settling himself on the driver’s side. Smoothly, he reached up to tug the seatbelt around, listening as Demetria joined him inside. The seatbelt was secured with a pleasant click. With the redhead inside, Nathan turned the ignition, resulting in the car roaring to life before settling into an inaudible hum. He looked over his shoulder, the green-haired man backing out of the space before driving forward to get onto the streets. A few quick taps on the radio system and rock music flowed through the car, the sound being turned low enough to talk. Smoothly, Nathan navigated the streets, only glancing over when Demetria inquired about the brilliant idea. The male vampire offered a shrug since the idea belonged to Donovan and was later confirmed by his parents. When his brother was in the TRS, the unused space would be more valuable as a training area best suited for vampires. [break][break] There were plenty of deaths in the history of the Beckard family, thus possessing a location to even sharpen self-defence skills became a valuable asset. It resulted in the basement never being altered even after the abrupt demise of his brother. [break][break] “It was useful, let’s just say that,” Nathan answered vaguely. [break][break] Providing details about his brother was a rare accomplishment for Nathan. He desired to avoid those personal questions and escape the thoughts which occasionally made him teary-eyed. Thus, he remained tight-lipped about Donovan around others; he would only consider conversing with Tristan over the subject. They proceeded down the streets until finally arriving at the manor, the young vampire turning into the private garage to park his car. He clicked the button, releasing the seatbelt and prepared to leave the vehicle until hearing Demetria voice another question. The green-haired man froze before rolling his eyes. [break][break] “Why does it matter?” He answered coldly, a snappish tone to his voice. [break][break] Afterwards, Nathan took the keys, exited the car and slammed the door shut behind him. He began walking towards the entrance of the manner, only stopping once he arrived at the door. Teaching without his apprentice was, unfortunately, an impossible task.
Demetria was quiet when he had started the engine before driving the car out of the parking spot before leaving HQ. When he turned the radio on, she tired ignoring it before asking her question. To his reply, she just sighed. It didn't seem like he was going to open up to her, or at least not yet anyway. Only time would tell if she were to manage to get him to open up to her completely. The rest of the car ride was quiet, she didn't have anything to say and neither did he. Once he parked the car in the garage, she was quick to unbuckle her seat belt. She had asked him a question but he once more get her a vague answer. What a brat. She thought to herself before opening the car door, unlike him, she was careful to close it behind her. She would then slowly walk towards him, somewhat in the mood of testing his patience, seeing as she had to pay him back for the attitude that he had given her only a few minutes earlier. "Because one needs trust between each other. If we don't have that, we have nothing." She answered, waiting for him to open the door so that she could follow him in.
Under a majority of circumstances, Nathan despised people attempting to create a close bond with him. While he allowed Tristan to slip through, the blond's attractiveness made him difficult to resist as a result. Afterwards, his choice proved to be excellent considering he gained the company of a rather adorable friend from his past. Meanwhile, the disobedient redhead who desired more information possessed none of the traits Tristan held and furthermore had a difficult to handle attitude. Currently, he disliked Demetria's attitude, and partially from his stubbornness, refused to grant her an easy chance of redemption. This resulted in information about Nathan's personal life being completely locked away in secret, especially considering the male vampire preferred to keep his mental wound closed to avoid any upsets. Since Donovan's death he was prone to more emotional moments should he be forced to speak about his beloved brother and the early demise he faced because of the Assembly of Phantoms, furthermore, Nathan's interference with Donovan's work on the day of his death resulted in the premature claim on his brother's life.
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The notion of being forced to relive those horrendous memories bothered the green-haired teen immensely, thus he wished to avoid those thoughts at all costs. While he awaited for Demetria to join him at the entrance, Nathan crossed his arms and began impatiently tapping his foot. He was renown for his impatience, the young hunter preferring to jump into the action rather than waiting for the correct time to interfere.
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"Hurry up! You're a vampire, I know you can go faster than that," Nathan snapped while he waited for Demetria to join him.
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When Demetria explained the significance of trust, the full-fledged hunter provided an eye roll in response. He could comprehend why trust was important, but Nathan considered it something which needed earning. Once the redhead joined him at the door, Nathan opened and walked through the threshold, leading her down the large hallway. The hallway itself possessed a high ceiling with numerous pieces of lavish art and furniture literally alcoves along the way. There were tall windows, however, the blinds were drawn closed considering it was the morning hours, resulting in the unnatural lighting in the room. Only a meagre few seconds did a servant enter the hallway to approach Nathan.
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"Master Nathan, you're home early. Would you like anything for you and your guest?" the servant asked.
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The vampire paused before regarding the servant with a simple nod. "Could you bring water down to the training room, please? Put some blood in it, my guest is a vampire so I believe she could appreciate that."
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With an elegant bow, the servant proceeded down the hallway to fulfill the simple request provided by his master. Once the servant departed, Nathan continued down the hallway, finding the stairs and heading down towards the basement where the training would take place. Once inside, the room changed radically into a reinforced room with exercising equipment and large open spaces. All elegant decorations were lost in favour of designing the place into a practicing room which could withstand the force of vampires training their moves.
Demetria could sense the uneasiness in the garage as she attempted to get closer to Nathan. Though her reasoning was for the sake of avoiding the tension, she couldn't help but be somewhat curious on why he acted the way he did. It just didn't make any sense to her. Though her past meant a broken heart, she used it to her advantage to get stronger, meaning not letting anybody close so she that wasn't hurt ever again. Had it been the case for Nathan, surely he wouldn't have a special person in his life that managed to break through. She was only trying to make peace with him and start over. Was that desire really so bad for him to accept it. He may have been attempting to rush her but she ignored his demands, being reminded of how a younger sibling would act when they wanted something from her and she was patiently going to deliver it to them.
Though as far as she could tell, he didn't have any siblings, or at least she hadn't heard about them anyway. As soon as she was near the door he had opened it and she followed him inside. She found herself following him down the all, glancing at the walls as she kept pace right behind him. The training basement was a brilliant idea, if only I had told my parents such an idea before i left. She thought to herself as she followed behind him. She was pulled from her thoughts when a servant stood before them, asking Nathan if he would like anything for them. She remained quiet, determined to not take anything if she could help it. She was surprised to hear him ask for a glass of water and having some blood put in it.
"Yes I would, thank you." She was quick to bow back at the guest, yes she was born with manners, not that Nathan needed to see that side of her all the time. She was quick to follow after Nathan when he had continued down the hall before going down the stairs and into the basement. At the foot of the stairs she paused, looking at the different equipment in the room. He wasn't kidding when he said it was meant to train other vampires. Very well then. She thought to herself before walking across the room to give distance between them. "Show me what you got." She never sparred before but she'd be damned if he got one over her just because he thought he was in charge for having the mentor role.
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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.
