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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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.
Dawn had just begun to rise in the city of Lorsette. Birds chirped quietly in the morning air. Frost still clinging to the barely defrosted windows of the town. And on a peaceful Saturday morning it almost seemed scerine outside. As everyone seemed to be enjoying their time off and sleeping in. Though one person definitely was not.
A dark haired male. Finding himself waking up in an alley leaned up against a dumpster. The collar of his white shirt stained with red. He was unsure of how he had gotten there. Well, he knew how, he was just fuzzy on the details. Or where all the red had come from. All he knew for certain was that it was blood. Human blood.
The town was quiet, no sirens to be heard. No cries for help. The only thing to break the silence, was a gut wrenching sound that echoed out from the alley.
"Hhuuurrkk~" The noise echoed out from Danes chest involuntarily. Having stood himself up he was now propped against the bin with one hand. The other lodged in his own mouth as he struggled to gag on his own fingers. 'Get it out! Get it out!' His mind screamed as he felt a lurching feeling from his gut. "Hnng~" He stumbled forward. Doing his best to stay standing as a small Cascade of liquid rocketed from his lips. Sloshing onto the pavement with a wet slap.
He took a few deep breaths, his eyes finally cracking open to see the pile of filth. Bile and blood, mixed with who knows what part of whom. He visibly recoiled at the sight of it. Quickly averting his gaze from the mess. 'Need to go. Need to leave.' He thought. Yet a sound nearby quickly drew his attention. His gaze snapped up toward the other end of the alley. His heart racing as he realized just how shitty his luck was. 'Need to leave, NOW!'
Ezra had found himself laying in bed, hand rubbing at his face as he reminded himself of last night. Thoughts ceased to cross his mind until he remembered that he had gotten drunk after hacking into the TRS system to find out more information about Adair. He wanted to know more about his hero and the only way he would get it was by force. Plus it meant possible attention if Adair didn't take his skills seriously. He knew who had countered him and it was only fueling him to try harder to gain access to the information that he desired. Slowly he rose from his bed, heading towards the dresser to change into a fresh pair of clothes before grabbing his keys, wallet, cell phone before head out.
Slowly he walked along the side walks, having planned on getting some coffee, passing by an alley he found himself stopping to glance over because he had heard a noise. The sight on the ground was gross to say the least, but the appearance of Dane. Having blood all over his collar, it was worrisome to say the least. "Are you alright?" He called out to him, having planned to first talk from a distance, however, should the guy decide to leave, he planned on making every effort to follow after him. To make sure he was okay of course, only then he would consider going on his way.
Looking down at the puddle in front of himself Dane began to realize the situation was looking rather unfortunate at best. And likely criminal at worst. He wasn't sure what caused him to end up here. But he knew for sure what had likely occurred during his blackout. The taste of copper staining his mouth, the smell of rust on his clothes. Oh yes, he had definitely hunted something. Or more likely in the city Someone.
He let out a few short panicked breaths as he tried to regain his composure. Blurred vision glancing upward at his surroundings. There was brick, trash, a few dumpsters here and there. Luckily no people, or signs of wherever the rest of his hunt was. Besides the mess he had just made. Though he couldn't do much for the time being. His body felt like it was on fire, his muscles burning with even the slightest motion. Even raising his head up caused the silver haired man to wince a little. Yet as soon as he managed to stand up fully, a voice chimed out. Causing a shiver to run down his spine. 'Shit!Shit!Shit!' He thought to himself.
He tried to do the only thing he could think of, to make a break for it. However his body seemed to have other plans. Only one step in and he felt his legs strain with even the slightest bit of effort. One more step, and his other foot lands in the mess he had vomited up before. He wasn't even granted a third step, as the puddle easily caused his foot to slip. Sending the man careening downward. But before he hit the ground he managed to catch himself on his forearms and knees. A low grumble escaping his lips as he struggled to push forward, to get back to his feet.
Ezra watched as Dane attempted to flee, only to trip over himself, landing in the vomit in the process. That is gross. He thought to himself before walking in Dane's direction, hoping that he wasn't at risk just for attempting to help him out. Or at least he believed he needed help, for goodness sake, he was in the alley after throwing up, looking like this. Dane seemed to try and regain his balance, upon hearing the grumble, he paused in his walking. "If you need help, I'll gladly assist." He called out, somewhat worried on what Dane might do, should he not want assistance or worse, turn out to be violent.
'Fuck.. This is embarrassing' Dane though as he stared down at the pile of liquid now just inches away from his face. He probably looked like some sort of drunk. Throwing up all the money he had blown the night before. Though the truth was much more grim than that. He hadn't heard screaming yet, so he was sure that the fellow who kept calling out to him hadn't noticed exactly what he had tripped in yet. That was at least one pro. Yet his body was still aching from head to toe. And each time he tried to pull himself up just seemed harder than the last. A definite con.
Each step of the man getting closer echoed in his ears, causing his head to throb. His words caused another mild panic as Dane knew he was likely to be caught any moment. "P-piss off!" He stammered out. A rush of strength helped him to surge back to his feet. He spun on his heels to finally put a face to the voice. His face was smooth, but masculine. Though he wasn't incredibly large or intimidating. Perhaps, if I can muster enough strength I could manage to scare him off without blowing the situation out of proportion.'
"I said." He stated, his eyes glaring at the fellow. His muscles began to tense up. And his nails slowly started to get longer. "PISS OF-" Though as the words started to leave his lips Danes vision suddenly went black for just a short moment. His body almost fainting from even such minimal transformation. His legs gave out and he stumbled sideways into the dumpster, crashing into it with a thud, before managing to barely catch himself. 'I'm really fucked this time..'
Ezra had watched Dane move to stand up. He found himself somewhat startled when Dane told him to piss off. He wasn't sure what he had done to get Dane to treat him this way but couldn't help but believe that Dane needed some help. Though when Dane had turned to face him, he couldn't help but fear him slightly. Or maybe I should go find somebody else to help me. He thought to himself as he stared back at Dane, not moving from his spot. He flinched when Dane started to repeat himself, glaring at him for not leaving already. The temptation to leave was there as Dane yelled at him until he seemed unable to continue the sentence and started to stumble sideways into a dumpster. "You need help." He called out to him, choosing to remain in his spot.
"I don't…" Dane muttered out as he clung to the side of the trash can. His eyes somewhat glazed over as he stared toward the man. The dam idiot who wouldn't just leave when he was told. "Need help.." As the words left his lips, Dane's legs gave out the rest of the way, causing him to slump down in a rather unflattering fashion. He let out a wince as the muscles in his arms strained to hold him upright on the metal container. Yet they too quickly failed. Leaving him back where he started, basically lying there in the alley. His back up against a box of trash. And his limbs practically looked like wet noodles, hanging limply at his side.
Even if he wanted to scare the guy off he knew it was useless at this point. There was no reason to fear someone who couldn't even stand up on their own. The real problem though, was whatever he would do after he saw the bloody mess Dane had thrown up.
Ezra listed as Dane claimed that he didn't need help, not believing a single word he had said. It was confirmed when Dane had lost his balance and later found himself slumped against the trash can. Slowly he starts moving forward with intention of trying to help anyway, pausing when he sees the throw up and later Dane's outfit. What the hell happened? He thought to himself, thinking more than ever that Dane needed a hospital. The thought hadn't crossed his mind that Dane might have harmed somebody, or worse killed them. He pulled out his phone, dialing for an ambulance. He ignored Dane, giving their exact location, planning on keeping an eye on him until the paramedics were to arrive on scene. He'd hang up the phone, looking at Dane he'd answer, "It will be okay."
'SHITFUCKSHITSHITSHIT' Danes eyes grew wide as he noticed the man getting closer to him. He wanted to get up, run, hell at this point he would even consider attacking the man. But his body just wouldn't respond. There was always the chance he could try pleading with the fellow. After all he seemed nice enough to help a stranger in an alley. Yet how far would that kindness go. It wasn't as if Dane had intended to hurt anyone. Though, it was rather hard to explain that he had accidentally eaten a rather sizable part of someone.
Once the man was finally within a few feet he finally began to notice the odd signs. Yet, for some reason he still insisted on trying to help. Even going as far as to begin calling an ambulance. As he chattered over the phone Dane realized he had to do something, anything. If he was caught now they would likely just lock him up like the stray dog he is. He really only had one choice left. He had to try to trust the man. "Please… they can't.. see this. He said, letting out a few short coughs. "It… it's not my blood…."
Slowly his gaze turned up toward the stranger, a weariness in his eyes. "I just. Need to get out of here…"
Ezra had already hung up the phone when he heard Dane's comment. The comment, he found himself slowly backing away when he had heard it. I already called though... Surely he'd want help. He thought to himself, going silent as he found himself going deep in his thoughts. He was pulled from them when he heard Dane's comment. "No... you need to be seen... ensure that you are okay, even if that isn't your blood..." He answered, not wishing to be next. So he wouldn't help Dane get away but he decided to put some distance between them, not desiring to be next should Dane attempt to try and attack him. Sirens could be heard in the distance, it seemed to him that they had taken his phone call very seriously, so unless Dane had a plan of escaping, he'd likely be caught by the paramedics. Who thankfully, would be prepared for a patient that would require assistance with relaxing with a shot.
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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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