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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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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One of the only other figures in the room was sending blows into the side of sandbag hung up by heavy steel chains. Evangeline slammed her bare knuckles into the bag with a resounding hit, her face shielded by a large black hoodie. Each punch she threw was the punctuation to the film reel of memories she was processing the words faces and laughter of groups of people she knew to be long dead, yet she had been offered a second chance a second go round after that fateful firefight that had ended her human life nearly thirty years ago. She hit the bag again and saw Frasier bleeding to death underneath her shaking hands. The next hit brought back the memories of Davis saying something stupid that would send the rest of the squad into ruckus laughter. Another punch and her mother was crying into her dress greens during graduation day. Evangeline dipped beneath and imagined opponents blow and smacked the bag with a right cross before falling back and elbowing it heavily. Another blow later she was staring down the wrong end of a Desert Eagle growling at the German mercenary who would pull the trigger
Evangeline’s silver eyes glowed with ferocity as she reared back her fist but then opened it shadowy matter encompassing her fist as she slashed forcefully crossways. The steel chain holding the heavy sand bag creaked for a half second before the force of the hit sheared the hanger out of the ceiling itself sending the heavy bag flying into one of the empty treadmills. She stood there with her head down growling her silver eyes piercing from underneath the evils of her hood as she clenched her fists and shook the image of her killer out of her head. Blood dripped slowly from her cut and grated knuckles onto the soft foam mats lying across the floor. She opened her mouth softly “why can’t I get this shit out of my head...” her voice was gruff like she hadn’t slept in days
[attr="class","carvetitle"]I'm stronger than you think
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How long do I have to prove myself for you to finally see that?! I work harder than anybody else, but you just keep dragging me down!
[attr="class","carvenotes"]@bangalore The Chibs has arrived with probably her only character that would go to a gym! XD Anyways, hello~!
[attr="class","carvetext"]Girl's night in the Hollins' household was among the few times where Orion would leave home in favour of some personal time. While his aunt and mother would indulge in watching movies, eating popcorn and playing games at their leisure, the male human would exit to allow for maximum privacy. The only male inside the house would be Orion's st. bernard, Bosco, however, there were no complaints before him being inside the household during those evenings. With a small duffel bag hauled over his shoulder, the dark-haired man took a slow walk down to his favoured gym in Lorsette. Plenty of people mentioned the dangers of walking during the evenings in Lorsette, however, the police officer already knew the safest routes. Navigation through those locations would be the least likely to have terrors roaming the streets. Summer nights possessed a comfortable temperature as Orion calmly walked down in his gym gear. A subtle breeze added a slight edge to the coldness, however, it was nothing overwhelming. He was prepared to spend the majority of his evening at the gym, his duffel bag holding a red coloured water bottle, a proper change of clothes and even some deodorant.
Down the concrete sidewalks, Orion walked until he approached the gym's location. Large doors blocked the threshold, the dark-haired man pushing open the double doors. He slowly entered the gym, steel-blue eyes glancing around the entrance before heading into the change room. The duffel bag was dropped off, placed in the locker he received since membership and promptly locked to avoid anybody rummaging through his stuff. Afterwards, the police officer quietly exited the changing room and entered the main layout of the gym. There were many pieces of gym equipment properly organized in the wide-open space. There was some separation, however, nothing which created a closed-off space in the main area. Slowly, Orion aimlessly wandered into the room, eyes wandering through the area as Orion debated on what he would do this evening. There was plenty the RCMP officer could do and few people using the gym space at present; he assumed it was because of the dangerous nature of the night. Another individual would be sharing the open space with him, a mysterious person punching one of the heavy bags, a hood obscuring their face. Discerning who the individual was would be impossible from this distance, but Orion was not concerned about it.
From the depths of his pocket, the black-haired human plucked his phone, unraveling the white earbuds before placing one in his ear. The other was secured to a small holder on the cord, allowing it to harmlessly dangle. Within a few taps, Orion was glancing through his phone, searching for suitable music to exercise to. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the gymnasium, startling the black-haired man. Immediately, Orion tensed, steel-blue eyes glancing at where the individual was. The heavy punching bag had slammed into the treadmills, slumping against the wreckage. The person muttered something, but the distance made it impossible for Orion to decipher. A frown touched his lips as a sigh escaped his mouth. Headphones were removed and shoved into his shorts pocket. Slowly, the black-haired man walked closer to the seemingly troubled individual, much to his displeasure. The damage done was bound to be caused by some power, however, he had missed the display itself.
"Hey... you alright?" Orion inquired softly.
With a closer inspection, the police officer realized the individual seemed to be a girl. Silently, Orion looked between the freshly damaged treadmills and the culprit, somewhat curious about what she would say. Calmness was maintained externally, but the black-haired man was concerned about his well-being nonetheless.
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Evangeline was breathing heavily, though not from exhaustion. Her shoulder bobbed with each ravaged breath as she clenched her eyes shut. The Silhouette of thanatos flashing across them as she tried to keep herself from breaking down completely. She had seen a lot in her young life , but the lingering effects of having what she considered her family snuffed out in front of her was having lingering effects on her well being. She opened her eyes and looked at the large wall length mirror that was mounted on the inside of the gym.
Her breath hitched visibly as she saw Fraiser standing behind her, his face almost skeletal as blood covered the front of his uniform stemming from the Massive wound in his neck that just brought back memories of his blood poring out from between her fingers. his faded lifeless eyes caught hers and the corpse smiled as he saluted her she turned around quickly her breath escaping from between her lips in a half manic hiss as she found herself face to face with a man who seemed to be just a hair younger than her, not that that mattered because she had seen kids his age fight and die around her most of her adult life. she tamped down hard on her emotions but there was a half second of a panicked mania on her face before the steel grey eyes tempered themselves back to a look of solemn loneliness that had stayed on her face almost 24/7 since she had realized her predicament.
She took a soft breath and sighed when he asked her if she was okay."sorry, just dont know my own strength anymore, I didn't mean to scare you" she hoped that she hadnt been approached by someone who owned and/or ran the gym because she certainly didn't have the money to pay for the damages she had just caused and was silently hoping she could slip away some wheres and just drown the visions of corpses in something heavy
[attr="class","carvetitle"]I'm stronger than you think
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How long do I have to prove myself for you to finally see that?! I work harder than anybody else, but you just keep dragging me down!
[attr="class","carvenotes"]@bangalore N/a
[attr="class","carvetext"]The mysterious woman appeared to be in distress after breaking the punching bag alongside the treadmills. Her breathing was abnormal breathing suggested something being awry, but Orion preferred to avoid prying into other people's business. Nosy people were never pleasant, the RCMP officer plenty aware of how infuriating they could be at times. Furthermore, the dark-haired man preferred not to aggravate supernatural creatures whenever possible. While he trained for years with the RCMP, he was still entirely human, meaning no abilities or frightful amounts of strength similar to the mysterious woman's. The fact she sent a hefty punching bag barrelling into treadmills made it obvious he would be unable to out-strength her. Alertness was maintained, since should things turn rotten, Orion would be required to rely entirely on wits, words and his mundane human capabilities. The RCMP officer's steel-blue eyes were fixated on the navy-haired woman, carefully watching as she breathed and reacted peculiarly to the environment around her. Some distance was maintained, the strange reactions being a concerning trait.
As she gazed towards the mirror, Orion spared a moment to examine her face through the reflective surface. He nearly resisted the urge to flinch when he noticed the steel-grey hues. While certainty could never exist, grey eyes were the trait associated with wraiths, the so-called seekers of souls for Thanatos. Although the officer was more worried about her abilities, wraiths were strong and fast. Those were worrisome traits for a meagre human with, at most, an improved physical condition compared to the average individual. Fortunately, the answer to his question lacked abrupt anger, the woman even apologizing for possibly scaring him.
"It's fine," he responded softly. "But, it looks like you did a number on the gym equipment. You should probably tell the owner what happened."
It would be completely unreasonable for Orion to forcefully escort the woman there. Her species alone granted her stronger physical capability. While she essentially admitted to being unable to control it, the RCMP officer wanted to avoid unnecessary risks. Thus, for now, he would fixate on conversing with the young woman to gain a vague assessment of her mental state. She appeared lonesome, perhaps even troubled, which suggested she required some assistance and being the only other person in the gym, the burden was weighted on the shoulders of the man who despised the supernatural.
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The wraith sighed softly as she wiped her eyes . her head pounding and her ears ringing as she tried to push her thoughts away and bury them deep. her bloodied knuckles and dirty hands hid her sleepless and tired grey eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath. " yeah... yeah i probably should" she said her voice still gritty and hung in the air like molasses. " It's kind of late though, I don't think they want to be woke up to something like that, I'll give them a call in the morning and talk to them about paying it off when my dues are up" she lied, really hoping that the man took it at face value from her tired grey eyes.
The homeless soldier really didn't want to talk to anyone and wasn't at all in the mood for an altercation with some random civvie that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her night was already ruined and she really needed to find a new place to safely rest before too long , the night was going to be cold before too long and she didn't particularly feel like having to sleep behind a dumpster
[attr="class","carvetitle"]I'm stronger than you think
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How long do I have to prove myself for you to finally see that?! I work harder than anybody else, but you just keep dragging me down!
[attr="class","carvenotes"]@bangalore N/a
[attr="class","carvetext"]The woman’s reactions suggested distress evident in her life. Nobody was spared from instances of hardship, those experiences often moulding them. Despite his assumption on her supernatural ties, Orion spared her a cent of pity. These frustrating instances could manage to break people, deteriorating their strength similar to acid. Merely witnessing her condition banished any signs of happiness and eagerness to begin a workout from Orion’s being. Nonetheless, the stranger dug herself into this frightful hole and he hardly owned the means for escape.
The steel-blue eyes of the police officer noted the condition of the woman's knuckles. Filth-covered with traces of blood, manifesting two potential avenues. Either the stranger spent plenty of time punching that bag, or she was a rough-houser. Either way, Orion discovered himself growing tense because of the questionable situation. He desired the first answer to be correct, for at least it suggested the possibility of someone wishing to train for the alternative suggested worse. He listened as she spoke gravelly, each word clinging to the air itself.
"Alright, but you best do that. They won't appreciate it," the off-duty officer advised.
The tones of Orion's voice remained soft as he spoke. Atmosphere was crucial, therefore, the ravenette maintained the air of calmness where he could afford in this situation. Perhaps the cruellest sting was being unable to assist the woman more, however, those tangs of pain were somewhat lessened because of her species... Inviting a supernatural into the household to even provide meagre comfort was a grave notion. Before this stranger, his father maliciously harmed him and his mother, and Orion refused to allow that to happen again.
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she turned slightly to walk past the black haired kid her vision swimming. she slumped softlly grabbing the nearest item for stability, unbeknownst to her just happened to be the arm of the dark haired boy. She coughed softly as she heard echoes of different things. her mother saying "ti fi, ou soti nan tet ou santi ou kouri nan goumen" in haitian, the sounds of her men laughing. the sound of a handgun racking a round into the chamber.she began to lean heavily against the man she was unknowingly holding.
The homeless soldier shifted h as she pushed herself up and away from the man, swaying heavily as blackness and exhaustion started to take over her vision.she had been walking from place to place in the city for days, nothing felt safe here, she could barely stay somewhere for longer than a day or two before the thoughts and visions of her dead men and different events from her past swarmed her. The stress of knowing that she had been dead for effectively decades was also more than a little taxing on the state of her head.
her vision swam again and she found herself suddenly staring at a pair of tennis shows, her eyes focused in swimming confusion as she though for sure she saw boots and fatigues behind them, but that was quickly brought out of her head as darkness swam upwards to take her. The girl laid there softly barefoot and serene looking when she didn't have this air of fatigue around her. it was easy to notice now she was wearing a dress that looked a couple days too dirty to be on purpose, the hoodie was oversized and just as dirty as the dress underneath, though the state of her appearance would obviously raise more questions than it would answer for the police officer that suddenly found himself with an unconscious woman on his hands
[attr="class","carvetitle"]I'm stronger than you think
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How long do I have to prove myself for you to finally see that?! I work harder than anybody else, but you just keep dragging me down!
[attr="class","carvenotes"]@bangalore N/a
[attr="class","carvetext"]The officer assumed his interaction with the mysterious woman had concluded. She would head home, perhaps rest, then hopefully phone the gym’s owners in the morning; otherwise, he would be required to report it. Throughout their interaction, Orion’s steel-blue eyes analyzed the woman. Should there be no call by the evening of tomorrow, he would hand in information in regards to the offence. Alas, more concerning behaviours became prevalent in the woman’s motions. She moved to pass him, yet, hands latched heavily onto his arm. For a moment, Orion swayed from the unexpected wait but became sturdy himself quickly.
Confusion surfaced on Orion's countenance at the woman's behaviours, although, there were minglings of nervousness. Around supernatural creatures, the human was aware peril existed with every movement... Unlike Orion, the varying species could easily damage him beyond repair or cast him into Purgatory's abyss. A natural tensity entered the officer's muscles as he watched her, hoping for nothing ill to arrive. Yet, the tired woman appeared to be balancing on a tightrope from some type of exhaustion burdening her.
"Uh... you okay?" He murmured to her.
The heaviness of the woman's leaning kept Orion's eyes locked on her. Something was awry. When she pushed away from him, lips silent, Orion turned to watch the swaying woman. Physically, the stranger's condition suggested the worse and those beliefs would be confirmed... Abruptly, she collapsed, falling against the hard gym floor with a narrowly audible thud. The off-duty officer's eyes widened, but instead of playing bewildered pedestrian, he hurried forward. His eyes scanned her body, noticing the rise and lowering from the woman's breathing.
The dirty clothes the woman wore suggested a cheap or nonexistent homelife, furthermore, it explained the exhaustion. From the depths of his pocket, Orion grabbed his phone, hastily dialling 911. The familiar voice of an operator echoed through his phone, recognized by the officer.
"Hey, Lynn, this is Officer Orion Hollins, I got a woman down at Barbells, that gym in the downtown area. Can you send an ambulance over? She fainted all a sudden and some on-duty officers too, there is some serious damage to the gym equipment," he explained without a stutter.
The questions proceeded, the dark-haired man remaining on the line to answer any questions. Based on the woman's clothing, Orion doubted she would be paying her debts to the gym anytime soon. Although, it appeared the ambulance was being sent out along with some on-duty officers to write a report.
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