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.
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.
Jaclyn was about too stick the ball on the counter until she felt Pride hit the back of her leg with his head. She chuckled, peeking back at him before reaching over too hand the ball too the cashier for the sake of ringing up the purchase. She'd then proceed too turn too bend down too pet Pride on the head as means of distracting him from the ball that he desired. Alright, only a few more minutes left and I'll wait for them too head outside before cleaning up the floor. She thought too herself as she waited for Laurent too get the supplies.
Pride awaited his ball curiously. Looking back at the man who was seemingly patiently waiting on handing over the materials he was carrying. He must have gotten a pretty good sealed bag of dog food because Pride couldn't smell the food coming from the bag, otherwise he'd be all over the damn thing, as he was still pretty damn hungry. Still he had to stay close to his chosen human, seeing other dogs doing method made it seem like a smart and viable survival strategy. The woman, who still smelled like a cat, bugged him a little bit, but her friendly attitude distanced the dogs thoughts of being suspicious to her. She after all was no cat right? Pride watched as the man handed over the materials to the man behind the desk. Pride stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail happily as he looked up at the man running the items through the scanner.
Pride still watched the ball, in the corner of his eye. When the ball was brought through the scanner, and Pride lost sight of it, his curious eyes drifted to Laurent. Almost as if asking, where's my ball? Pride yawned, shuffling out of the way of the two standing humans as they tried to make their way to make payments and talk to the cashier of all things. Pride trotted quickly towards the other end of the conveyor belt attached to the cashiers table. His ears perked up as he waited for the two to make their way to this end of the area. He wasn't sure where they would be heading but he had a good understanding that they would be at least heading this way.
He did a bit of a yip trying to get them into the more open space.
Items were shuffled down the rolling grocery belt towards the teller. The individual behind the counter greeted the odd trio with a broad, lip tight grin. Behind the stretched lips was a bit of strain, the woman behind the counter perhaps a little unnerved by the rule-breaking. Although, it appeared she planned on merely doing the transaction and pretending there was nothing against store policies. It proved that chances were, the woman shied away from concepts such as conflict, opting to do the 'grin and bear it' method.
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The soft dings of the scanning device filled Laurent's ears as barcodes went past. Each followed by the soft rustling of a plastic bag as everything was put away with the exception of the dog food. The ball was handed to the cashier, the woman daintily grabbing it in hopes of avoiding the slobber coating the toy. After the ding, the ball was hastily placed into the bag to avoid further mess. Once everything was scanned, the total was given and Laurent quickly brought out his card and purchased the items there.
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When everything was paid for, the woman bid him a good day and he grabbed the items. Meanwhile, the husky was already marching towards the door, barking away. Promptly, Laurent walked towards the store's exit, heading outside the sliding double doors. Once outside, he glanced towards Jaclyn who would likely separate.
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"Thanks, Jaclyn, have a good day," he said, biding farewell. "C'mon boy."
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Moments later, he headed down the sidewalk, planning on heading home with the husky. He assumed Jaclyn was required to get back to work, meaning he would continue his walk home with his animal companion.
Pride waited patiently at the sliding doors. Unwittingly keeping them open, and letting in a whole bunch of cool air. He watched as the items on the conveyor belt were scanned. The soft hum of the beeps echoing through his sharp ears. It was slightly annoying. However, as soon as the ball came across the scanner Pride barked at the cashier, saying something like. "Don't touch my squeaker ball!" And he groaned as the item faded out of sight in the bag. Sitting patiently by the open door he watched as Laurent grabbed the items that were purchased. Laurent came out of the activity with the cashier, and Pride happily barked as he and the woman made their way to the exit. They said their goodbyes, and soon it was just Pride and the Man. Pride trotted alongside the man curiously.
He played a little bit in the snow, getting some of the snow back on top of his fur, replacing the snow that had melted off in the store. But Pride kept pace with Laurent. He moved swiftly infront of Laurent attempting to stop him from moving forward. He barked, loudly. "Where's my ball!" He called out to the man while moving only when he absolutely needed. Moving backwards as Laurent walked forward.
A single step from the grocery store reinitiated Laurent to the frigid temperatures of the outside world. Cold air embraced the exposed skin of his face and tickled his fingers. Breath escaped his lips in the form of a cloud, swirling upwards until disappearing. The return to the cold temperatures became innately disliked by the majority, Laurent held a neutral opinion. There was a sweet husky to improve his move, furthermore, a pleasant interaction with Jaclyn despite her allowing the canine into the store.
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As they separated to head in the opposite direction of Jaclyn, Laurent noticed his canine companion block his path. The husky barked at him, perhaps demanding something. If the fallen angel was to assume, he would guess the filthy husky was searching for the ball he previously played with. Despite fancying the notion of indulging the canine with the squeaking ball they purchased, the streets were a dangerous place for the husky to play. Vehicles rushed down their asphalt lanes and a single roll in the wrong direction could result in a sorrowful set of circumstances.
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The large man's hand reached out, rubbing the dog's head. His canine friend would have to wait until they got home.
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"You can play with your ball once we're home and you're cleaned up, alright?" Laurent informed the dog with a smile.
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Carefully, the professor walked around the dog while gesturing for him to follow. For the time being, Laurent planned on keeping the ball inside the bag until further notice.
Pride trotted along Laurent, when he stopped to ponder whether or not to give the ball to Pride, Pride sat on the cold ground. He was assertively waiting for the ball he wanted so much. When the man spoke, and told him he wasn't getting the ball, but was pet instead, Pride had a bit of mixed feelings. He wanted the ball, but he also enjoyed being pet. So if he was to have to do without one for the other, then so be it he guessed. Pride stopped getting in front of Laurent and allowed him to continue to walk. He trotted along side the male, who seemed larger than most from Pride's eyes. The air escaping his breath also forming into steam as it escaped his mouth. The internals of Pride still being quite hot, despite the spots in his fur coat.
He followed Laurent, and frankly his attention span was beginning to be a bit tested. He felt like more food was coming, but he couldn't smell the dog food from the bag considering it was sealed, but he still felt the positive attitude the human expressed meant more food was waiting. He was biding his time to see if this exchange would indeed grant him something edible, and, maybe some warmth as well. He occasionally shuffled side to side.
He groaned again and then spoke. ""ARUUF" Out loud as he tried to ask for the ball once again.
Down frigid sidewalks, Laurent proceeded with the filth-covered husky in tow. Despite the animal's craving for attention and playtime, both would require a wait until their subsequent return to the professor's home. There, everything could be organized for the creature's stay in his company. From a pleasant bath to the relief of food, pets and other forms of well-needed affection for the wandering canine. The plans for further investigation into the creature's owner would require waiting until the husky was settled and gaining health.
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Thoughts of procuring the recent newspapers, listening to the local radio and looking through bulletin board flyers already entered the brunette's head. As charming as the little scamp of a husky was, Laurent, considered it his to seek the dog's owner. Considering the canine's amiable personality, the professor was adamant about the husky possessing an owner, previous or current, and those affairs required sorting. Thus, with the dog-care items balanced in his fingers and arms, Laurent strived forward with those thoughts in mind.
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Alas, his companion, while an advocate of friendliness, failed to bask in the virtue of patience. The groan followed by a demanding bark was inevitable. The husky was aware Laurent possessed the prize ball the canine poached from the grocery store. A glance was served to the husky, a gentle smile touching the fallen angel's lips.
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"Just a little longer, buddy. We just have to get home, alright?" He began before patting his side. "Walk beside me, I can rub your head a little while we walk."
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He hoped the husky would listen to the words. The canine would require a lesson in patience, however, the main objective would be getting the canine to the safety of his home. Gradually, Laurent continued down the sidewalks, passing the familiar buildings on his way. Upon reaching the suburbs of Lorsette on their long walk, the bearded man knew they were getting closer. Each step brought them closer until Laurent's home came into view. The sighting of the familiar roof and walls hastened his pace out of instinct.
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He wanted to get the young husky inside before anything else derailed their venture or caused the canine further fuss. Besides, the creature still needed a helping of food and a warm bath.
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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.
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