Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Lancelot, Hero of Avalon, right hand to Arthur, King of Magic, Wielder of the Heavenly Sword Tamaroc, sister sword to Excalibur, was, currently, looking at the strange new joint in his arm, not quite processing yet, that it was broken.
The big brutish looking black thing that had tried to attack his daughter (and him, but that wasnt important) glared down at him. Terror. Thats what the people called them right? It was his first time seeing one up close like this. He narrowed his eyes, his poor baby was crying, and it was this things fault...
Two Hours Prior.
Lance Stared into the window of the closed down apothecary shop. The inside was dusty, and empty the only indication of what the building once held being the sign hanging by a single chain, with a mortar and pestle burned into the wood. This was his new shop. Paid for with Aztec Gold he had collected from one of his many caches. Also with much pleading and eventually threatening. It was amazing how quickly the skeezy demon realtor had changed his tune when Tamaroc, a sword made by forging the bones of Dragons into form, and tempered in the blood of powerful Demons and Hellhounds. The crystal embedded in its cross guard was crafted from the fossilized blood of the long thought mythical Skinwalker. The sword, like Excalibur, its twin, was made from the combined parts of Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory, and could only be wielded by Earth Species. It could cut anything that was not of divine nature.
It was also locked in a chest at the bottom of the sea, the sword Lance carried now was merely a very good replica.
As he walked the beach for a few hours, his daughter on his shoulders, a large form came barreling out of nowhere, charging him.
Thus we find ourselves with the current situation.
Lance grimaced as he set the bone in place. He would deal with it later. He had 'died' recently and thus, his body wasnt in its best form, so fighting was going to be tough. He glanced at the ring on his left hand. Made from twisted and braided strands of gold, silver, and platinum. Platinum was the way to go. He needed a good offense, but defense was better, with his arm already broken.
Activating his power, his skin turned metallic in a flash, and the Brute Terror's fist merely pressed him into the ground, rather than killing him. Aura, knowing her father was going to fight better without her nearby, took to the skies, her wings flapping furiously to get high enough she was out of harms way. It would have been easier in her full Guardian form, but she wasnt good at keeping it.
Lance slammed his fist into the Brute, staggering it. He wasnt strong, but he was heavy. This would not be an easy fight... Well, he was still going to teach this damn thing a lesson. Or Die Trying...
Loren heard crying in the distance one of the things that set him off was the tears of children. As he looked out ahead he saw dust rising in the distance. Once it cleared he saw a large figure of a terror. Getting his sister. "Lem go hide and don't come out till I find you!" he snapped out 2 hours prior Loren parked his beat-up station wagon in an alley near the beach. His sister had been begging him for weeks to go see the ocean. Even though he was deathly afraid of water the happiness of Lem came first. So since he had some time off he decided to make a day of it. He had decided to leave Goob home the little slime hated saltwater.
Lem was so excited she slept on the way as his ever-reliable car moved along on it's way to the beach. Once they arrived Lem finally awake. She played in the water, Asked questions he didn't know the answer too. It was hard to see them as twins honestly. Besides the different hair color her blue to his red. Also, she looked more like there mother had while he looked like his father. Since the death of there parents, she had stopped maturing. Sure they were the same age and all but while he looked like an adult, Lem still looked fifteen. She had also regressed mentally in age since she was the first who came across there bodies. It was sad really, since then he was her guardian. It didn't matter to him Lem was all he had left and making her happy was his goal in life.
As she was splashing about in the ocean having a grand old time as he watched from a safe distance. he heard crying in the distance. Now back to the current situation.
Grabbing the keys from his jeans he tossed them to Lem she caught them in a panic her brother never rose his voice unless it was important. Loren gave her direction. " Go Hide in the wagon." As his eyes met hers. Lem nodded in compliance as her feet took her to the safety of his beat-up car.
Once he was sure his sister was on her way to safety Loren turned to the direction of the terror and broke out in a sprint. As he got closer someone staggered the beast as the source of the crying flew in the air. Wasnt the weirdest thing he ever saw his neighbor was a little fox girl. so yeah there's that. As he got closer he leaps into the air with using his ability to influence fire he aimed himself at the lumbering beast. Once he was sure he wouldn't miss, he applied a little fire to his feet. once this was done the fire on his feet lit up like a rocket pushing him to the terror once he closed the distance he wound up a haymaker and smashed his fist into what he thought was the things head. knocking it on its back.
As he landed he looked down at his feet, he noticed he had burned off his sneakers. "Damn those were a birthday gift." As he looked to the terror he had knocked down, anger clear on his face as the sand near him turned to glass." You monster!" he bellowed out in rage, as five fireballs formed over his head. "All I wanted to do was take my little sister to the beach!" As the Flaming balls grew "But no you had to make this little girl cry!" as he launched his fire at the downed beast kicking up more dust. Then he looked over his shoulder and addressed Lance more calmly "My sister is hiding in my wagon in the alley over there pops. You get your little girl there. Her name is Lem she should help you. I'll hold off the terror." With that said he materialized some more fireballs
Pops? Who the hell was this kid? Lance currently looked seventeen! Of course...he was old enough to remember when Heaven and Hell were still connected to earth, and old enough to remember when humans were just figuring out how animal husbandry worked...But still...
"Aura. Go find his sister. Stay safe. Papa's going to end this cursed beast, rightly!"
Heaving himself to his feet and taking several steps towards the Terror he glanced at the Oni. It had been a few hundred years since he had last encountered one. They were a formidable opponent. the last one he had encountered, had nearly managed to burn Rome to the Ground during a drunken brawl with a Hell Hound.
"I appreciate the thought, but I am a Knight of the Roundtable, a lord with the Noble Duty of protecting the innocent and defenseless. I would assist you in subduing the creature, however, i must admit to a lack of knowledge on its weaknesses. I am currently close to invincible, if only for a few more moments. I will distract it, you will use your fire to obliterate it. Do not worry about me, I will survive."
Of course he would. He was currently made of a metal that didnt even start warping until it reached nearly 10,000 degrees Centigrade.
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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.