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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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.
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[attr="class","tctext"] Summer was a wondrous month where sunlight shone down in warming rays and the weather was a perfect reflection of those commonly associated traits. Cloudless with a beautifully warm heat, the day was flawless based on observational glances out the kitchen window. Complaints could not be registered by Ozias, however, the large man hardly complained anyways. Warmer days were always comfortable for the seraphim, thus a giddiness graced his steps when he awoke that morning and dressed appropriately for the day. A simple white shirt with a pair of navy blue jeans, nothing particularly special. As usual, an orange bandana wrapped around his head, the longer strands of hair flowing over as always. The morning progressed like all the predecessors, a hot cup of coffee, a healthy breakfast and a smoothly accomplished bed-making. Alas, today would yield different results since the chores were done and he was not required to work. Near Crow Feather Park, there would be a parade show-casing Pride Month and later a gathering in the park where people could enjoy themselves. Thus, the brown-haired seraphim decided he would attend and perhaps explore for the day rather than do the usual.
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These outings were important to maintain positive mental health, providing yet another reason to attend the colourful event. Once everything was in check, Ozias slipped his cellphone into his pocket and grabbed a bottle of room temperature water. Afterwards, he slipped out the door and assured the front door to his apartment was locked. The soft clicks of the locks were a reassuring sign which prompted the seraphim to return the key to his jean pocket and proceed to walk down the hallway. At a placid pace, Ozias exited the apartment building and began heading to the Western portion of Lorsette. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and a smile stretched onto his face while he happily proceeded down the sidewalks. Briefly, he wondered about Gabi and his father, however, he assumed they would perhaps be doing the usual. Pride parades were not mandatory attendance, thus notions of work, home-based or otherwise crossed the seraphim's mind. The thoughts were pondered for a mere moment until Ozias decided he perhaps stop by or text them later; he planned on taking pictures of the colourful festivities after all.
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Gradually, the tone of the walk shifted as Ozias grew closer to the western area and where the pride parade would be hosted. Banners with rainbow colouring hung proudly on the businesses in the area. People with smaller, rainbow flags gleefully waved them around despite the parade not beginning quite yet. Smiles were everywhere as people waited for the main event, discussing their excitement for this year’s colourful floats. Quietly, Ozias wandered through the crowd, grinning broadly as he watched people enjoy themselves. Part of him wished he had company to enjoy the festivities with, especially with how exquisite the day was. These were the moments he felt a tad lonely and wished he contacted his family to join him, but he would manage. Curiously, Ozias’s brown eyes wandered through the scene as he broadly grinned at the incredible display of colour. Rainbows were everywhere, not just limited to hanging banners or highly placed flags. People wore special rainbow costumes with others tying the LGBTQ+ flags around their shoulders to act as capes.
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Everything was splendid, the intense amount of colour concentrated in a single area bringing a welcomed cheery atmosphere. It was something Lorsette required with the war raging between the TRS and the Assembly. These few blissful moments of happiness were enough to maintain Ozias’ smile as he walked. He proceeded to happily admire the decorations as he waited for the zealous shouts which would signal the beginning of the parade.
Zahara smiled as she flew over the skys she was trying to be careful not to be seen. As she soon landed on a building rooftop. She smiled sitting on the edge this seems like the perfect place to watch from. She could see all the bright colors from up there. She smiled excitedly she had never actually gone to the parade before he didnt know why she wanted to do it today but she did. She hoped no one could hear her on the roof. Although she also hoped someone would she didnt want to watch the parade alone that would be no fun although she did have her guide animals with her. She also hoped there would be no loud sounds since that could trigger a seizure for her. That was why it was dangerious for her to watch a parade alone.
She was wearing a plain white dress that was easy to move in in case she started passign out. Ozias Abrams Abrams
[attr="class","tctext"] Idly, Ozias walked through the crowded streets below, his brown eyes curiously searching the area. People were smiling, chatting, still enjoying themselves while he moved around by his lonesome. Meanwhile, he merely admired the decorations without anybody else to spend time with. He was not bothered, however, he occasionally glanced around, searching for another lonesome individual or a familiar face. Slowly, Ozias proceeded with his wandering, surprised to find nobody else preparing to spectate the parade alone. Although, he was pleased to know nobody else was stuck in a similar predicament. He could easily enjoy the parade by himself, perhaps take some pictures to show his brother and father. Only a few moments later did he manage to hear the sounds of rustling feathers and shadow passing through from an obscure angle, prompting Ozias' gaze elsewhere. His eyes remained fixated on the figure, obscured by sunlight as the individual landed on a nearby rooftop. The seraphim lifted a brow, curiosity evident in his expression as he straightened his back. He observed the rooftop, eyes widening when a familiar young woman walked to the edge, smiling.
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Long blonde hair and a broad smile, those softened facial features all reminded Ozias of her. Memories of a young girl, five years younger, but a pleasant neighbour he spent time with on occasion. Despite their age difference, they enjoyed one another's company. She moved away years ago because of the horrible things her father did, taken into foster care as a fresh orphan. The brown-haired man moved into an alleyway, giving himself room to summon his pair of white wings with an amber glow. He was curious, he needed to know if it was her, if she remembered him. A bright light stretched from his back, shaping into his large wings until they revealed their feathery nature. The wings flapped, feathers stirring as he was slowly carried himself higher, soft feet landing on the building. He paused, glancing away briefly until looking at the young woman.
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"Um... hello?" Ozias said quietly.
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The blonde girl from his memories, Zahara Annsley, was somebody Ozias wanted to reconnect with. They were excellent friends throughout their childhood. Those pleasant years where they spent time together, only for the end to arrive in a horrifying calamity. Some even believed he joined the TRS to combat these people who harmed his closest friend and he supposed it was among one of his reasons. He wanted to help others, including people like Zahara who did not deserve being hurt by the Assembly of Phantoms. Nobody deserved to be hurt by them.
She turned around hearing someone calling out to her as she looked at them her blueish purple eyes starring into his. Something felt so familiar but this feeling faded as she realized she was on someone building. “Oh I’m sorry “ she said backing up forgetting about the edge as she tripped over the edge. She closed her eyes in instant reaction to only feel a familiar hand on her. Although she thought she was imagining it. She was lost in a sea of memories things she didn’t understand of a boy a boy she seemed to used to hang out with. She was so confused she had unknowingly locked away all her memories except about him and her adoptive dad. She opened her eyes slowly as she looked down seeing the long way down she started getting scared forgetting she could fly but she didn’t have her wings out.
[attr="class","tctext"] Everything seemingly slowed as Ozias waited for the long-haired, blonde girl to turn around. Peculiarly, the situation possessed an anxiousness to it, although, the large man suspected it was because years passed since he last interacted with Zahara. Alas, he needed to verify if his suspicions were correct, but every fiber of his being was praying he finally found her again. From his distance, the seraphim could notice the animals around her, promoting an atmosphere of serenity on the rooftop. Chattering people below in the sidewalks were hushed from distance while sunlight wrapped a blanket of warmth around the roof's occupants. Despite this, Ozias' heart began nervously beating as everything went into slow motion, the mysterious woman turning around. Eyes widened when he noticed the woman's face, his heart skipping a beat upon seeing it. Those familiar features framed by those golden locks, although, aged since he last seen her. The woman's face was compared to a mental picture of Zahara, and everything was strikingly familiar. All he needed was a name, the single thing which could clear all doubts from his mind.
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As the woman spoke, Ozias' brown eyes observed for further similarities; even her voice possessed some vague resemblance of the girl he knew years ago. After disturbing her from her view, the woman, perhaps a little startled by his presence, took steps back. Fear sparked instantly as Ozias watched her heels collide with the roof's lip, tipping her off balance with plans of sending her plummeting down to the concrete and asphalt below. Hesitation was nonexistent as Ozias hastily sprinted forward, enhanced speed activating and granting him a quickness unexpected of a man of his weight. A single name escaped his lips, stated automatically because of the physical similarities.
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"Zahara!" The name escaped his lips from the abrupt panic to rescue the blonde before she fell over the ledge.
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The distance was quickly crossed, the field medic's hand reaching out to grab the young girl's wrist before tugging her back to safety. Slowly, the seraphim took a few steps back, maintaining a grip on the woman's wrist to lead her away from the ledge. Fortunately, joining the Terror Response Syndicate provided Ozias with the proper training to fight down fear in favour of action. The tool was undoubtedly useful for situations similar to these circumstances. Despite successfully pulling the blonde back to safety, the dark-haired man's heart pounded anxiously in his chest. If he had failed to grasp her wrist in time, she could have received some horrible injuries. Breathing was increased from concerns of the young girl being injured, but gradually, the field medic's body calmed with the realization of her safety.
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"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, concern evident in dark hazel eyes and across his brow.
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Safety was provided after he assisted the blonde in escaping a nasty fall, however, Ozias' hand remained around her wrist. The contact was unnoticed, coaxed by the abrupt bout of fear from nearly witnessing the young girl topple from these dastardly heights. Thoughts of the possible wounds or potential fatality had crossed the seraphim's mind, but those thoughts were pushed away because of the darkness behind them. Failure to grab her wrist could have resulted in a melancholic scene beneath the enchanting rainbow banners, and nobody required those sorrowful details, especially a city plagued by these stories constantly.
“Y-yes” she said getting in his arms her eyes meeting his “you you said my name” she said looking in his eyes in wonder. She looked into his closely as if there was a spark between them “Ozias “ she asked. She then smiled happily and looked around then started tickling him in the one spot only she knew about. She had to be sure it was him “thanks for saving me I’m still a cluts forgot I could fly too lol” she smiled innocently. She smiled as she looked over the beautiful parade “you know I still don’t completely remember we’re mom and dad are” she said having forgotten the past cause of the trauma all she remembered was him and the police officer and his son. “Do you know where they are I thought I might find mom here” she said. Ozias Abrams
Pulling Zahara closer was an instinctive action, solely because he was worried about her well-being. Throughout the near-fall, Ozias' heart played a nervous tempo, skipping beats as fright flowed heavily through his body. Some citizens could potentially catch her, however, the seraphim could imagine the fear building and causing mental ramifications opposed to physical ones. Fortunately, the speedy capabilities of his species allowed Ozias to rescue the young blonde from falling over the edge of the tall building. A sigh of relief escaped the large man's lips after he whisked Zahara away from the dangerous edge. A soft smile played across his lips when the long-haired woman stated she was alright. Slowly, a calmness returned to Ozias, breathing regulating and everything turning to a calm approach once Zahara was safe again. Only one thing was certain currently, Gabi was going to thoroughly tease him after listening to this story; his little brother would probably enjoy the teasing tools. When the conversation moved onto her name, surprise briefly crossed his brown eyes as the field medic nodded. Was he not supposed to say her name?
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Only moments later did her stunning purple eyes gaze at him before saying his name. The smile broadened, however, before he could nod in confirmation, the blonde began tickling him. Promptly, the large man laughed, arms releasing the angel as he backpedalled a few steps. The innocent smile and thanks were provided with a joke-ish remark which kept Ozias smiling.
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"You don't need to thank me really. It wouldn't be right for me to let you fall," Ozias responded.
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Afterwards, the conversation shifted to her parents, Ozias lifting a brow when Zahara stated she was unable to remember where they were. The seraphim's mind flashed to all those years ago when his sat him down and informed him of the abhorrent news. Never did the field medic became privy to the circumstances of their death until he grew older, however, his father informed him of plenty that day. His closest friend would be moving, there would be a TRS investigation in what remained of the house next door and people lost their lives under that roof. Alas, the traumatic situation appeared forgotten considering Zahara was unaware of what happened to her parents.
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"You... don't remember any of it?" Ozias asked cautiously.
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The dark-haired man wanted to avoid hurting Zahara, whether it was physically, mentally or emotionally, thus he decided to test the boundaries. Slowly, he took steps forward, brown eyes gazing over the edge at the rainbow covered marvel that was the Lorsette Pride Month Parade. Colours consumed the streets, thoroughly coating everything was mostly rainbows, but also other colour combinations to represent different sexualities. The spectacle was enchanting, completely unsuitable for the sombre topic of what happened to Zahara's parents through those tragic years.
Zahara took in all the beautiful colors to try to mask her sadness when she tried to think of back then but only small things would come to her as she shook her head hearing his question. “No I don’t remember” she said. “All I remember was being found by someone and then seeing you outside then nothing” she said. “But it’s ok mom and dad probably didn’t want me” she smiled “I mean I can be clumsy “ she giggled. “So how ave you been doing I missed you bestie” she smiled. She used to make him blush or she thought she remembered that in the past being able to make him flustered when others couldn’t. She would then sit down thinking about the past or as much as she could remember “hey bestie what was I like as a kid as a friend?” She asked not even able to remember that. She sat there listening to all the wonderful sounds from bellow on the streets. As she listened and thought about things not even sure what she herself was thinking about. “I do know one thing though I’m so happy to see you again bestie”. Ozias Abrams
Years had passed since Ozias last received the wonderful opportunity to speak with Zahara, the young, neighbour girl he enjoyed hours of his days with. Despite their 5-year age gap, the pair had managed to manifest a relation all those years ago. The proximity between one another's houses allowed for hasty connections and furthermore, easy playtimes. A smile stretched across Ozias as he watched the parade beside the stunning blonde. People were happy, cheering as people happily watched and children had candy thrown their way. Alas, the smile hardly lasted as Zahara confirmed she suffered from some type of memory loss. Those precious years where they played their childhood games and scurried around the yards. The playful teasing from his brother which made his face red with embarrassment right in front of Zahara. All those wonderful memories were gone, Ozias frowning for even those moments when he sheepishly glanced away because of whatever action happened. The seraphim sighed softly, briefly mourning the thought of those childhood days being forgotten. Alas, the fractured memories made Ozias wonder what happened that evening when the TRS arrived at his neighbour's house.
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The frown turned worse when Zahara stated it was alright to be unwanted by her parents. It was an upsetting notion, and something Ozias sympathized with slightly. Throughout his childhood, Ozias was unwanted by his mother, the lady dumping all the responsibilities on his hard-working father. Smiles and giggles from Zahara eventually allowed a weak smile to break through the gloom, however, the grin soon broadened because of the simple nickname 'Bestie'. It was a positive memory, Ozias blushing the first time until he managed to get used to it.
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"I have been alright," Ozias answered.
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Minutes passed as they watched the parade, colours passing down below, those banners fluttering by a subtle breeze. The silence between them was oddly pleasant, the togetherness of being in the same location was a welcomed concept. Briefly, Ozias glanced over at Zahara, a soft smile on his face as he slowly glanced back at the parade. When she asked about her as a child, the dark-haired man offered her an amiable smile.
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"You were a good kid, Zahara. You were nice and fun," Ozias quietly informed.
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Soon, his focus returned to the parade, listening to joyous laughter as people enjoyed themselves on the pleasant summer afternoon. A subtle smile remained on his face as he watched alongside Zahara. A compliment escaped the blonde angel's lips, Ozias grinning as a slight red coloured his cheeks.
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The dark-haired man was over-zealous about discovering his dearest friend from years ago. It felt like millions of years since they last interacted, thus, Ozias was happy. A broad smile remained on his lips, a soft flutter in his heart and a slight redness to his cheeks.
“So what brings you to the roof top” she smiled asking as her hair blew in the wind. There was almost some kind of spark in her eyes when she looked at him. It was hard for her to even explain to herself all she knew was she didn’t ever want to leave him she wanted to be with him forever. Why was she suddenly thinking of that she wondered. “Have you ever gone to this festival and are there lots of games, if so want to go check them out with me” she asked him smiling. She was so curious this was her first time seeing it. “So what have you been up to like are you still you know fighting terrorists” she asked somewhat worriedly she didn’t want anything happening to him. Ozias Abrams
[attr="class","tctext"] During the earlier hours of the day, Ozias could have never guessed he would have the opportunity to reunite with Zahara. Alas, fortune arrived when he managed to catch a glimpse of her slender figure hiding on the rooftops to observe the Pride Day Parade. Merely seeing Zahara again inspired a broad smile across the field medic's lips. Years had passed since they interacted, that horrible day years ago having separated them. Thus, a moment to finally catch up on life events was a fantastic opportunity to rekindle their friendship.
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Thoughts of those childhood days were marvellous, the days where they played together despite the age gap. Even though he discovered he was older than Zahara, they found methods to create enjoyment in those situations. A wind breezed through, ruffling hair as it passed. The seraphim glanced towards the direction the wind came from, watching a few moments before his ears managed to detect a question spoken in Zahara's sweet voice. A smile graced his lips when she inquired about his reason for ascending to the rooftops.
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"Well," he began awkwardly, slight hesitance. "I was looking around and thought I saw you. So... I had to come to check... It has been too long, you know?"
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When his brown eyes returned to him, astonishment breached his cheerful expression before the grin slowly returned. Those magnificent sparks in the purple colour were captivating, something unlocking a distance memory of days spent together. There was something blissful about her presence, especially after spending days with her absence. An injury about the festival left her lips, prompting Ozias to glance over at the people below.
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"Well... there might be some. They have a lot of food stalls and places to talk. I don't go often," Ozias answered with a slight shrug.
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There were few moments when Ozias attended the parade, sometimes being caused by his occupation. At times he could only attend certain portions, thus making it difficult to keep track of everything. Shortly, the field medic's occupation came up, Zahara clearly remembering his launch into the apprenticeship. The worrisome tone was detected in her voice, Ozias taking a mere moment to appreciate her concern.
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"Yeah... but I don't do the fighting," he said, smiling a bit. He was always proud of his occupation. "I just heal the fighters. I mean, I can defend myself, but I am better off healing others. And don't you worry about me. I'll be alright, worry about the people who are on the front lines."
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Those who fought the Assembly with their intense sense of bravery and justice deserved to have the eyes of other people looking over them. They required protection and people to mend their wounds whenever they received an injury.
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"Anyways, what have you been up to?" He asked, trying to segway into a different topic.
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People consistently worried about his health because of the dangerous circumstances of his occupation, however, he was determined to heal others. They required protection and medical assistance at a constant, thus, Ozias decided to serve the Terror Response Syndicate.
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