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.
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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!
A glare of sunlight seared through the dreary, rain-filled clouds. After a harsh winter season, the sun fought to break through the blanket of grey that seemed to endlessly cast over the city... today was one of the few recent days when sunlight reigned some victory in its battle, however little of its rays highlighted the streets. An infrequent rain shower consumed much of the morning and early afternoon, leaving a dappling of puddles along the sidewalks. In one gloved hand Myrcella held a parasol above her head to protect her face and eyes from the sharp stinging light that sliced through the heavy clouds, perfectly angled as to bother her eyes. Her parasol successfully served its purpose, however, and protected her eyesight as she traveled alone.
She had just left the Cathedral and was on her way to the Lorsette Library, where she would have two hours of work before departing with her mother. While many students in Lorsette had the luxury of being able to head home right after school or hang out somewhere with their friends, Myrcella's responsibilities and expectations of her peers extended far beyond classroom walls. It was a rarity when she had any spare time to do as she truly wished... and even if such occasions were presented to her, it was unlikely she would know what to do with it. Working herself to bone with enhancing her Angelic-born skills, practicing alongside combat instructors, studying the material provided to her by the Cathedral and grandparents... the life of a simple high school student was foreign to her. Though, in all reality, how many teens in Lorsette truly had the opportunity to be carefree?
Her reddish-brown hair was left down, straight along her back with only part of it pulled into a ribbon behind her head. The color of her ribbon matched the color scheme of her academy's uniform, adorning a medley of silver, white, and navy blue. Now that it was after hours and it was fairly cold downtown, she had her woolen cardigan tightly buttoned and providing extra body heat that the black tights of her attire didn't provide. By choice, she'd prefer flying to the Library... but Myrcella knew that it was risky to draw attention to herself when there'd been ample issues with the Assembly of Phantoms. That, and she'd been scolded before about being able to function normally in public instead of relying on her inherited powers.
Thus, the teen eased her way through the downtown district with a clear path in mind. Her shoulders were positioned in a neutral self-confidence with Topaz-Brown eyes in their natural slight narrow, attentive to the differentiating store fronts and people she passed by. It was just another late afternoon for her and tomorrow would likely be the same way, more or less. To some her private teachings at the Cathedral and the upper society of Heaven's clans may have been of greater interest due to its unusual reality, but to her it was all just part of her life.
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Willow had got to the ward to help her father tend to a few patients. She had taken some time to work on her studies because they weren't nearly as busy today. She had found out her father would be working late tonight so she said good bye and left TRS HQ to head towards the library. The sun remained up as she walked along the sidewalk, heading towards the library. She couldn't help but hope that she wouldn't run into any students from her school, ever since the rumor started about her father, she has had limited friends but plenty of bullies. She wore a pink blouse with a short short. She adjusted her backpack on her shoulder, being reminded that she might as well check to see if there were any books that she'd desire checking out since she was headed to the library to return a few books before heading home.
It was down the road that she had caught sight of a few students and had halted, unsure on if she wanted to proceed in that direction or turn back around. They had taken notice of her and started walking her direction. She had decided that she didn't want to cross paths with them so she manifested her wings, flying into the air so that she could pass them with ease. To her disappointment, they started following after her as she headed towards the library, so she forced herself to fly faster even though out running them was proving rather difficult. "Heyyyyy Willow, come down here. We just want to talk to you." One of the girls shouted, of course when she refused, somebody had attempting to throwing insults at her. The sooner I get inside, the sooner I can avoid them in general. She thought to herself, not really paying attention to who else was in the area as she continued flying away.
Once she rounded a corner, she landed on the ground to walk the rest of the way as to save some energy. The other students had caught up with her and she felt somebody tugging on her wings. "You should go away.... go away with your father and never return." Another girl had told her, so it seemed there was two girls, meaning the person holding her wings was likely the boy that had been with them at the time. "Let go of me!"
Commotion of the inner city streets buzzed around her, albeit such activity was mild due to the darkening sky. A cafe she'd passed by and two eateries on the other side of the street were what drew in the most chattering voices and customers entering to and fro the doorways. Myrcella's eyes kept idly before her, merely going through the motions of a very normal evening for herself... mellow disinterest may have been the most easily interpreted demeanor within her gaze.
She felt little to be excited over in the present nor was she one to sulk and pity herself for having a long day. The angel was detached, if not mildly numb to the murmuring voice of her heart that she hadn't been raised to listen to. Logic and instinct were prioritized throughout her teachings, and as such, it was simply immature and illogical for her to be silently groaning about 'being tired' when that would do her no good whatsoever. Her mind didn't even consider allowing such things enter her mind as she, instead, merely continued along her route....
That is, until the angel neared a less bustling section of the streets up ahead. A couple minutes passed of her venturing up the street, where desolation continued to profoundly sweep across the sidewalks. Only a distressed shout belonging to a young girl broke through the chilling air. Promptly, Myrcella stopped in her steps, halting in her movement as to listen for any other voices.... or observe for any possible movement around her. Her gaze swiftly scanned from one side of the street, to the other, and canvasing the alley corner up ahead were multiple shadowed silhouettes. Myrcella's alertness intensified, her grasp subconsciously tightening around the parasol above her when being able to distinguish the shadows of hooligans capturing a small winged being.... a likely host of the cry for help.
Immediately, she snapped her parasol shut, sprinting up the sidewalk and in the direction of the alley way.... stopping just behind its entrance, out of sight from the scene taking place. She was cautious to not draw attention to herself, and to also avoid jumping right into something that was far more dangerous than she should involve herself with... but Myrcella also held a sense of justice, not wanting to neglect a young female in an after-dark location. Discreetly, she peeked around the corner, where everything unraveled before her. The sight immediately angered Myrcella.... three bratty hooligans.... capturing, bullying and threatening to hurt a child Angel. Any source of hesitance regarding danger left her when seeing the culprits.
A soothing white glow illuminated Myrcella's back, where two large Angelic wings manifested, sparks of clear magic fluttering around them before disintegrating into nothingness. With two strong flaps, she was lifted in the air, flying up and over the wall that separated her from the onslaught of bullying. She landed gracefully, but also powerfully with gusts of wind she collected from her sprint, wishing to startle and blow the teens off their feet. Strong but short-distanced gusts sent slamming into the three children. Myrcella's face fearlessly glowered upon them, hoping that it would be enough to free the poor young Angel from their grasps. "Shouldn't you be spending your after school hours more productively, as opposed to harassing an innocent girl?" Her voice was cold and commanding of presence, even more so than the frosty evening air.
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Willow hadn't thought they'd keep pace with her and she found herself trapped in the alleyway but the three students, she continued her pleas in being free from their torment but they just wouldn't comply. "If you won't leave, we'll just have to teach you a lesson." They started, only threatening but it was enough to scare Willow. "Leave.... leave me alone...." She continued pleading for release. They hadn't noticed the person who had gained their attention as they continued holding Willow hostage. Their parents told them about the bad things that Willow's father had been accused of, most likely guilty. They knew if they didn't want Willow to turn into him, they'd need to remain on top which encouraged the bullying in the first place and there was a slight fear that because her father was a serial murderer that she'd turn into one anyway, so they might as well punish her while given the chance.
There was a strong gust, forcing the three bullies away from Willow, though she held her ground, forcing her wings in a position to help her remain balanced as to avoid losing her footing. Tears were falling from her eyes as she turned to notice Myrcella speaking to the three that had held her hostage only moments before. "Innocent? Have you not heard of her father? She is going to be just like him when she becomes older.... so we are spending our time productively...." The first girl countered, angry that Myrcella had chosen to interrupt them. "We'll see you at school tomorrow, Willow." The girl lead the other students away, not wanting to fight Myrcella. Willow flinched at the promise of seeing those three tomorrow.
The winged younger Angel was both freed from the teens harassing her, and able to withstand the wind gusts sent powering over. Upon seeing that the teens were successfully interrupted, Myrcella's wings lowered from their spread position but remained prepared by her sides if in case any further altercation occurred. A set of wings, ready to swoop and glide, were of a valuable asset to those of their kind.
Myrcella was unable to see the tears collecting in the crimson red haired girl's eyes as her focus hardened upon the teens as to assert her own dominant presence as an ally to the other Angel. She, also, didn't want to take her eyes off them once and threaten the idea of her being fearless. Her combat lessons opened a world of self-defense and what to be watchful of out in a terror-infested world. Teens were certainly of less reason to be nervous about in comparison to the dark dangers of Terrors and those whom allied against civilization.
One of the girls argued the young Angel's innocence by mentioning her growing up to resemble the nature of her father. Her eyes steadily narrowed into an unconvinced glare, remaining in her defensive stance. Her knowledge of the girl's family was not of her concern at the moment. She had no reason to be swayed by such a comment that could have been mere gossip or bias as a group, singling out someone by using the power of numbers. A bully could never be justified through her eyes and she had taken a dislike of the scene she'd happened across. The girl said nothing, watching and waiting to see if she needed to take further action by summoning Light magic to prove her point.
The teens were quick to disperse from their victim, however. The quip that one of the bullies offered was met with what Myrcella interpreted as disguised cowardice of a stranger intervening, watching as they left with a final promise to continue what they started. She allowed a few moments to pass as they left, before bringing her attention onto the other Angel. Her gaze lightened from its glare, a stoic expression taking form instead. "How long has this been going on?" She asked her, wings lowering into a more so relaxed fold upon her back. By the sounds of it, those teens were a part of her almost-daily life... which made her wonder if this had actually happened many of times before this evening.
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Willow slowly wiped the tears from her eyes, hearing Myrcella's question she seemed to ponder to figure out the answer. "I honestly can't remember...." She mumbled, side glancing because the bullying started after her father got accused, it was these damn rumors fault and she wasn't able to prove them wrong despite her efforts. "Thank you." She added, slowly causing her wings to disappear, seeing no reason in having them out since she preferred walking instead of flying. In fact the only time she would fly is if she found it necessary. "It's okay though, I'll be alright." She answered, putting on a brave face. I had to go this long, I know I'll survive. She thought to herself as she remained in her spot. Myrcella was an angel too, she had such pretty wings. It was strange having somebody older coming by to protect her, though it wasn't the first time somebody helped her shoo bullies away and it likely wouldn't be the last either. She would rather help people then get in a fight with them if she could help it. "What is your name? I'm Willow." She answered, slowly reaching out to offer her hand to shake.
The unnamed girl answered that she didn't remember when she started being harassed, offering a side-glance in the direction where Myrcella stood. A glassy dampness shown within her eyes, something of which Myrcella took notice of.... but she didn't draw attention to it, not wanting to embarrass the girl or make her feel any more upset than she already was. Myrcella's eyes lightly narrowed in observation of her choice of response... she could tell that the other Angel was shaken from her encounter with those teens but was trying to keep herself held together. Myrcella listened in politeness, offering a small nod when she thanked her. The youth's expressed gratitude was appreciated though she would have never demanded it from her.
There was an ample probability that she was only able to save her for the rest of the day. Until next morning, if she didn't skip class, the young Angel would be once more faced with an issue. No true resolve was found.... she would once more be on her own to fend for herself. It angered Myrcella that someone so small, young and of her kind was subjected to such treatment. People could truly be unreasonably cruel... she didn't desire closeness with any of them. Even friends could turn their backs and hurt you. She knew little of what the girl's life was like and if she had any friends of own. Even if friendship was fickle, someone so innocent looking as her may have benefited from the protection of reliable peers.
The other Angel offered a hand in official meeting, asking for her name while offering her own. Myrcella's Topaz gaze befell her hand, gaze somewhat softening upon the gentleness of the other girl's temperament. So, her name was Willow. "I'm Myrcella," She introduced in a mellow tone and grasped the girl's hand, initiating a handshake between the two, "It's unfortunate we met under these circumstances, but I'm glad you're safe for the time being," She released Willow's hand, her wings then being engulfed in a glowing magic before they disappeared from the frame of her back. "You should head home... it will be dark soon," Myrcella then warned her. A girl such as her shouldn't be out too late... there was school again tomorrow and if she had attentive parents, they would worry for her if she didn't return before sunset.
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Willow was happy when Myrcella had introduced herself before taking her hand in her own. She went quiet when she heard Myrcella's words, "I'll be alright." She answered, determined as ever to not appear weak. She knew that Myrcella didn't mean any harm but she didn't want anybody feeling a need to worry about her well being even though there was a chance that it would benefit her in the long future. Myrcella had released her hand and hers fell to her side as the other one gripped the strap on her backpack. "What about you? Are you going to be heading home now too?" She asked, mostly curious because besides the fact that she was heading to the library instead of home, she wondered if she was headed in the same direction, having company would be nice after all, even if it was a bit selfish on her part.
I don't want to worry her so I won't volunteer the information about going to the library first. I mean she just suggested that I head home, the last thing I want is for her to feel a need in walking me there because I chose to head to the library first. I mean I'll be home soon enough anyway and dad won't mind because he'll be home late, so a little pit stop won't slow me down on getting home first. Then I can make myself a quick meal since he won't be home tonight to enjoy eating with me. She thought to herself, she held the strap firmly in her grip as if letting go would suddenly cause her to lose her grip on the backpack in general.
Willow's question was met with a minor pause before Myrcella spoke again. The adrenaline of stopping a physical altercation that was unfairly balanced before her intervention was wearing off, causing the girl's reserved temperament to resurface. It was just her general comfort zone-- or lack thereof-- with those she didn't know well, or wasn't close to. Personal connections weren't something she was familiarized with.... the few people around her age whom she had once been close to, betrayed her, only further causing her to alienate herself from such possible attachments to others. It caused the ripple effect of her not being fluent with simplicities such as casual chit-chat.
"No..." She initially answered, voice still in its soft composed tone as she turned her head to look out to the public sidewalk streets right next to the alley way corner, "I have somewhere else to be," Her vagueness left her next whereabouts unknown to Willow, though Myrcella didn't intend on accompanying her for much longer. She doubted they would be heading in the same direction, and she also didn't have a lot of time to spare if she were to arrive at the Library on time. "Be careful on your way home," She offered with a final gaze before already turning to begin walking up the streets again.
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Willow listened to Myrcella's words and just nodded her head in understanding, watching Myrcella go. She started walking behind her, "It looks like your headed in the same direction as me." She answered, not bothering to say that it wasn't her home that she was going to but the library instead. "Can I walk with you?" She asked suddenly before deciding to change her answer, "Until you head another direction from where I'm going, I mean." She had no idea that Myrcella was going to the library, nor did she have a desire to bother her, she had just noticed they seemed to be headed in the same direction and she didn't feel comfortable being mistaken as following.
I don't feel like telling her that I'm not on my way home yet. I have a few things I wanted to do at the library first and only after I finish them will I head home. She thought to herself, determined as ever. If Myrcella chose to tell her no, she would plan on speeding up her pace so that she would be walking in front of Myrcella instead of behind her, determined as ever to not be mistaken as following. Once the library came into sight, she walked towards it. So if it wasn't clear that she wasn't going home before, it likely would become clear as soon as she reached out to open the doors.
Myrcella's attempt of continuing onward by herself wasn't successful. The young Angel persisted, to her surprise, with walking after her. Willow's asking if she could tag along didn't seem to hold its boundaries, as she walked right alongside her anyway and had already invited herself to join her. Myrcella slowed in her steps when realizing this but didn't stop. Her gaze didn't immediately fall upon her, scanning the streets instead in pondering if the bullies had truly left... and also feeling a small ping of annoyance of the fact that she wasn't able to politely dip out of the job of escorting the youth.
Her expression didn't show this, however. Willow hadn't done anything wrong, after all, and she didn't want to make the girl's evening any worse by adamantly shooing her away. Myrcella was already busy... she didn't have enough room to truly take another person under her wing. Her lack of immediate response left room for the crimson haired girl to quickly add that she only hoped to walk with her until they headed in different directions, arising Myrcella's head to turn and look beside her and to where the girl had caught up to her.
The bright livelihood from Willow's demeanor once more softened her expression, curtly complying to her reasonable request. "Yes, that's fine," There was no harm in having a temporary companion, and truthfully, it may have been better that Willow had someone older with her until reaching the street that would lead her home. She drew her parasol up from its sheath and once more opened it, shading herself from the brightness of a sun preparing itself for a colorful sunset. With one hand holding the handle, she allowed it to spin in a small twirl above her head, quietly continuing to walk up the street.
The Library was a short distance away and by the time she reached the building, she was about to tell the youth that she'd reached her destination... but Willow, for whatever reason, zipped ahead of her before she could say so and opened the door. Myrcella stopped in her steps, right outside the entrance, eyebrows knitting at the youth when seeing that she obviously had different plans than what she originally said. "What are you doing?" She asked her as she lowered her parasol to close it, "I thought you were walking home... not following me here,"
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Willow was happy to hear that Myrcella had agreed to allow her to walk with her until they had reached their destination to her surprise Myrcella asked her what she was doing. "I never said that I was walking home yet and you didn't ask." She countered, slipping inside instead of holding the door open for Myrcella, not getting the hint that Myrcella was going to the library too. She slipped the backpack off of her back before opening it up to place three books in the return slot before moving away to head towards an isle for more books. I'll make this quick. She thought to herself, unaware that Myrcella had reason to be in the library too and most likely had words to share about her failing to mention that she wasn't going home first.
She was too distracted on looking for a new book to bother paying attention. It wasn't anything personal, it was just Myrcella had agreed they would part ways as soon as they reached their destination and well, she had reached hers. She finally pulled a book from the shelf, looking at the cover before turning it to read the back. "Yes.... This one shall be perfect." She whispered, slowly moving back out the isle she started walking towards the counter so that she could check out her book and be on her way.
Cheekily, Willow bantered back at Myrcella on how she never specified walking home yet and how she hadn't been asked. The girl was practically buzzing through the door like a defiant child, whipping into the Library without waiting for a response from Myrcella and... without even holding the door open for her. Having the door snapped in her face arose a flicker of irritation across her face, a glare transpiring that harbored upon the view of the glass door with the bright crimson head of hair gradually diminishing as the girl ventured farther, and father inside.
Well, that was rude. Willow could hardly wait to get away from her and Myrcella felt she used her as a guide to the Library, when obviously that wasn't what her actual intentions were for them walking together. After saving her back in the alley, that was how she treated her? Her glare remained as she pushed the door open, walking inside with her moods dampened. It turns out even the most innocent looking of children were trouble. She shouldn't have been surprised, but it was just.... very annoying. And, it were as though Willow didn't stop to think of the reason why she'd decided to stop here.
Myrcella went into the Employee's Only back area of the Library to discard what she had carried with her. It was about ten minutes later when she had pulled her hair into a bun, to keep it out of her face while working, and had also removed the coat of her uniform leaving her silk-button up blouse, knee-length skirt, tights and shoes as her attire. A young woman who was working at the counter acknowledged Myrcella with a familiar smile when seeing the teen join her behind the desk. "Just in time! Would you mind taking over, Myrcella?" She asked. "Not at all. Is there anything I should know?" "Not anything of importance. I already filed everything and organized the desk. You just need to do the usual checking out books," The woman was a long-time employee and one Myrcella's mother got along with. Naturally, that also meant Myrcella got along smoothly with her by that affiliation. A few brief, friendly words were exchanged before the lady begun leaving. "Good night, Julie," Myrcella bid farewell, and the woman returned a friendly waving gesture. "Yes, good night to you as well, and see you and your mother tomorrow!"
Myrcella sat in the chair residing behind the desk, the silence of the Library residing before her... until perhaps all too fast, none other than Willow appeared from the rows of book shelves and was heading towards the counter. The timing was quite mocking. Had Willow come a couple minutes sooner it would have been Julie helping her instead. An internal dread accompanied Myrcella, uncomfortable and still annoyed by the girl's deceit from earlier, but she didn't dare show it. Instead, she kept herself polite and mannerly in her employee position. "Hello... again," She greeted in a quiet and monotone voice.
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Willow froze when she saw Myrcella behind the counter. Thoughts of their departure had crossed her mind and she slowly advanced towards the counter, carefully setting the book on top of it before lowering her head to look at the ground. "I'm so sorry.... I didn't know you were going to the library too. If I had known I would have held the door open for you." She answered, feeling extremely bad that she had left Myrcella outside like that. She had rushed to the door, not thinking that Myrcella had plans to go here too. She remained looking at the ground, unable to bring herself to look back at Myrcella, feeling ashamed of her actions only moments prior.
I don't understand... If you were going to the library, why didn't you say so? Why were you wanting me to return home? She thought to herself before adding, "I was going to return home after stopping by the library first, I swear." It wasn't like Myrcella acted like she was mad or anything like that, Willow was just feeling a guilty conscience. Being here now, it just feels so awkward. She thought to herself, allowing the guilty thoughts to fly across her mind, as to encourage her to continue looking at the floor instead of at the person in front of her.
It was apparent as daylight to Myrcella that the young Angel felt guilty. It was expressed quite noticeably in her body language, in the way that she kept her face and eyes lowered to the ground. Her avoidance of eye contact indicated the common behavior of youth whom felt they were in trouble with one older than them. Myrcella had no desire to argue at her about the hooligan behavior outside and was willing to keep it professional. It wasn't as though the girl had sinned against her.
Her hands grasped the book that'd been set on the counter. Quietly, she slipped it closer towards herself so that she may open its contents and register the bar code and check-out date into the computer. She was silent while doing so, Topaz eyes fixated on the computer while she went about her data logging. The girl's voice filled with unease as she swore aloud how she was planning on heading home after her detour here. It was then when Myrcella's silence was broken, although her gaze didn't leave the computer as she clicked and typed in the book information.
"You don't need to explain yourself to me," She stated a bit dryly, though her expression was lacking in any negative connotations. She didn't look as though she were irritated with her, though her shortness may have indicated otherwise. Another quick click of a mouse and she added in once more even and calm tone, "It's not as though I'm incapable of opening the door for myself," She did feel that she expressed a wonderment of why the girl followed her here, which she felt was enough to indicate that this was her stop. But she was disinterested in arguing with her on it and thought it was a waste of energy.
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