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 2024
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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In the late night hours, the Sinclairé's reclusive manor was vacant of bustling activity. Down on the first floor in a secret room hidden behind bookcases and a winding stairwell, his parents were discussing private matters with the Apothecaries, a handful of high-ranked guardsmen, and a few other leaders of their clan. Not even Alfonse, their own son, was let in on the secret meeting taking place at such a late time of night... and it was of utmost intention that he stayed out of this private matter. He, instead, laid alone in his bedroom upstairs where a gentle breeze blew in through the open window by his bed with open curtains revealing a balcony view of the gardens. The boy was in a slumber... but not one of peacefulness.[break][break]
His dreams were haunted by horrific images of frightening shadowy creatures and poachers wearing gruesome masks out of a horror story chasing him in his fox-form. However quickly he tried to out-run them, he would stumble and fall and only be met with more danger and fright. The sounds of guns firing and cruel shouting hollered and echoed throughout the strange, blurring world his paws ran through. A feminine voice cried out his name, telling him to run.... and when the Kitsune thought he'd reached safety, having found what appeared to be sanctuary by a kind man's arms, the man's demeanor entirely changed into that of the monstrous poachers.... strangling him until--[break][break]
Gasping loudly, Alfonse jolted into an up-right position in his bed, breathing heavily in terror with a heart thudding frantically in his chest. "A-ah..." He stammered out in a shaking breath, trying to steady his breathing. His palms felt sweaty where they gripped the white sheets beside him... and as his frightened eyes scanned the silence of his room, he felt himself slowly calming down from his dream. His breath shakily exhaled once more, gulping through the dryness of his parched throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing at them in a stressed manner as he felt a few stray tears leave. The nightmare was one he kept having ever since he woke up from his sleeping curse, persistently haunting him with every passing week. It felt like a hallucination cast upon him.... yet so real in the terror that was imposed on him by the shadowy figures and poachers....[break][break]
He hadn't spoken of the nightmare, nor was he sure what to gather from it... had it merely been once or twice, Alfonse may have chosen to ignore it.... but now... h-he wondered if there was some meaning behind the dreariness. Slipping one leg then the other out from under his bed sheets, Alfonse turned himself to face the balcony of his room. A deep night sky shown over the peach blossom trees, with petals visibly gliding in the breeze and onto the balcony's exterior. Everything was so peaceful... yet Alfonse felt as though he'd just left a horrible alternative reality, unsettling him deeply.[break][break]
Standing up, Alfonse opened his door cautiously so that it didn't squeak too loudly... and checked the hallway to see if his parents' door to their bedroom was closed. Upon seeing it open and a living area light illuminating the stairwell, he leaned back into his room and closed the door shut. H-he... needed to get some fresh air and calm himself down.... like he'd begun doing whenever such nightmares tortured him at night. The boy opened his closet doors and stepped inside, grabbing a warm jacket off a clothing hanger and a pair of boots. He slid them on and cleverly, he climbed down his balcony and onto a peach tree that stood tall alongside the building's ivy-infested wall. The stars glistened beautifully along a crescent moon, blossoms dancing in a wind that ruffled his messy head of hair. From the tree branch he sat upon, he could see over the walls enclosing the historic manor.... trees for miles away and the canvas of starlight beach in the distance. He closed his eyes, steadying his anxiety-induced breathing as he took in the smell of flowers... the cool night sky.... and listened to the sound of chirping crickets.
An "oomf," a scrabble-scrabble:a pair of ears peeked over the wall before plummeting back down into the night.
Asami reassessed the climb; rolled one shoulder, the other; cracked her neck to one side. Her attention moved to the endmost tree framing the front path. A feral gait drove her up the trunk, sheer reflexes saw her catch fast to the upper tree branch, and it was up to her litheness from there, the girl sailing over and into a roll, dispersing her weight over the Sinclairé yard.
The ears were off-kilter now. Asami paused to straighten her hat from her kneeled position. "Nice place."
She didn't want to crash for long. This side of town got hit with buggers worst, and the best-lit, most-barricaded place inevitably belonged to one of the richest clans in the city. There could be some ward or other – she half-suspected they were closer to the house, otherwise didn't think about it.
Asami straightened up, brushing freed gravel from her poncho with one hand, the other trailing the wall. All the while, the girl tasted the air. Nothing unwonted, yet, except the freeing sensation of coastal-wind through her hair; the carried warm-buzz of fresh peaches. Instinctively, she moved that way. Moved with a hunched, inconspicuous – she hoped – posture that began to gradually straighten.
The girl could make out an aureole of moonlight overhead. It was like the hairs on her neck bristled in that direction.
She didn't get tempted often. She didn't trespass often, either. There were surely some rational reason for the explosion of power and adrenaline– Asami figured. She could feel her body stiffening and almost gave in. Almost; stopping suddenly, her eyes wild and latched onto the semblance of a person looking out into the yard. Suddenly, her senses flooded with panic and the girl could only hope she was as much a blur of muddied color as the Sinclaré was to her.
Peach blossoms fragrantly touched his nose from where Alfonse sat upon the strong tree branch outside his bedroom's balcony, soothing him successfully albeit not entirely from his nightmares. His mind was troubled... and he attempted to focus all his senses on the aromas and sounds around him, to remind himself of what was reality and find comfort in knowing his nightmare wasn't part of it. Blossoms, fruit, lavender, roses... cool, crisp coastal air... the garden's many fresh-trimmed bushes. All of it was much more real, and peaceful, and safe than where his slumbering mind had wandered off too.[break][break]
A different scent soon caught him by surprise, however-- the smell of.... another presence. He opened his eyes into a soft narrow and almost immediately saw what looked like a pair of animal airs briskly blinking above the strong walls enclosing the manor. In a flash they were gone, and his eyes opened much wider in both surprise and curiosity. "Huh...?" He murmured quietly and did a double-glance, only to find no such sight.... but as he sniffed the air once more, the same differentiating scent lingered in the air. A combination of human and wolf.[break][break]
The sound of vague wrestling through the leaves and stirring of gravel grabbed his attention even more and the boy placed his hands down upon the bark of the branch, leaning forward in the direction he thought he heard something. His bright Aquamarine eyes lit through the darkness as they curiously sought through the gardens where he sat perched.... and upon hearing another wrestling noise, his heart nervously thumped in his chest. H-he was just... unnerved from his dreams, is all. Alfonse tried to reassure himself with an anxious smile, attempting to comfort his mind filled with unease. [break][break]
The fine silk drapes of his balcony gently swayed from where a gust of wind blew in, stirring the papers on his desk. He couldn't shake off that smell, though... maybe it were someone from the clan, taking their leave outside. His legs lightly swung back and forth... and it was then when he caught sight of what looked like another person down below near the wall and numerous blossom trees. "Ah!" He nervously gasped out, caught-off-guard, "H-hello? I-Is... someone there?" He still believed it was someone from his father's relations with Dawn of Shadowstride, but even then... i-it was kind of creepy at this time of night to be wandering the gardens...
Even if she wanted to hide, it was a matter of conditions. The wind trailed Asami into the yard, by coincidence blowing at some northeasterly direction; bearing her scent up to the higher levels of the manor building. And she had thought it was nice weather. The same breeze caused her cover to billow and shake. The light of the moon - the untouched pink of the peach blossoms - created camouflage of her hair, but her fur-lined coat stood out orange in the orchard.
Everything was a question of timing. This time, Asami didn't have a plan.
In a moment of salvaged common sense, the lycan huddled in against the trunks. She attempted a hard look, squinting up from somewhere adjacent to the balcony. A figure strewn over the railing from a distance; they called out, and their voice was unclear to Asami but she could make out an uncertainty. And it was likely the voice of a little boy. Still, there was a glimmer of hope there was a spouseless clan heiress looking down for her Romeo amidst the garden plants.
Maybe it was that hope preventing Asami from simply begrudging her dumb decision and skipping into the darkness: she had the idea and hated it. Some shrinking maiden was not equivalent to a terror; they were nothing to fear. They had all the cards to ID her, and Asami wanted it known she didn't care. So the matter of conditions, logic, and lay-in-waiting became a matter of pride.
Asami absconded her cover, stepping out onto the lawn, peering up at the Sinclaré she was beginning to discern - wild ginger hair; soft, round features - as if daring them to protest.
Silence arose in the tranquil nighttime garden view before him... yet unease once more captured his heart as Alfonse's Aquamarine eyes scanned the trees, flowers, shrubbery and statues that decorated the garden's land.[break][break]
He didn't immediately see anything but it was but moments after when a bright orange blur caught sight of his eyes and he instantly froze and tensed in place. Out upon the grassy green lawn, a petite.... young looking girl had appeared before his eyes, with fair hair and skin that glowed in the moonlight.[break][break]
Sh-she certainly didn't look like someone from Dawn of Shadowstride, being visibly quite young and dressed differently than those whom which he'd grown up seeing, a-and it only further sent a rush of nerves and shock to his frame. His large eyes fixated on the figure down below... who stood with a nearly brave stance. A-as though... fully accepting his curios attention as opposed to sneaking away from it.[break][break]
Alfonse pushed himself onto his feet and quietly gulped through the nervous knot that tied itself within his throat. "... Wh-who are you? Wh-what are you doing here?" He asked, raising his voice so that it carried out through the peaceful demeanor of the outside gardens. Was this a trespasser? Someone who was so small... and fearless? Was this someone's daughter from the clan, however unlikely that seemed? Was it... a-a thief who was caught in the act?
Definitely, it was a nice garden: sightseeing out the corner of her eye. She pulled off the hat with one hand, freeing from all its flaps and bobbles, and Asami ran through her hair with the other hand, that great, flowing mass hitching the night-breeze, catching the glow of an indistinct moon. Was it first quarter, third quarter-- she wondered; her attention was going everywhere tonight.
Yeah: there was the kid staring down at her. She wished she could read him.
Asami darted up the yard, through the bushes, and halted, leaned against a bust and plinth. The boy's nervousness hit, palpable. She felt eager attentiveness come to life on her face as he stuttered. Maybe, patronizingly, a smile broke out, because it was nice to see a humbly-dressed rich-kid with a weird tick. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what he "was." Nymph?
Her attention was seriously at fifty points at once.
Asami's answer was belated at this point. She cocked her head. "Mm. Not gonna answer that." He had "snitch" written all over him, a "good kid."
"Nice yard, though. I like..." The statue she peered around to search for a plaque among indistinct features. "...whoever this guy is." Asami awkwardly wrapped around its shoulder.
"You don't mind if I chill here for a bit? You wouldn't do anything about it?"
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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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