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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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.
[attr="class","nameNote"]I hope this starter is alright! Let me know if you need me to change anything. ^^
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Five minutes [break][break] It took Bell five minutes to finally get his key into the apartment door. With a jingle of the key rings, the entrance opened to his humble little abode. It was a miracle the familiar made it home in his drunken stupor. Now, Bell wasn’t the type to drink often, but when he did he went all out. Moving into a new place was the perfect reason to celebrate at the local bar. It was unfortunate that being a heavy drinker wasn’t in his genome. Four shots in and he was toasted. A competitive man like him tried to keep up with the rest of the guys, but he certainly fell short in his valiant efforts. Bell was pathetic when it came to holding his own against a pack of rabid booze hounds. They ate him alive. Now that he was home, he could drop the tough guy act and get some shut-eye. [break][break] This cozy little apartment was a real fixer upper, not that Bell minded. It was a step up from where he had been. A nasty little shack on the other side of town was his home for a few months. He had to downsize his living situation just to get away from the black mold and noisy ruffians. Honestly, Bell wasn’t too concerned about the size of his new home, it felt rather cozy, like a little nest. The familiar was just happy the ceiling didn’t leak when it rained. [break][break] Bell crossed the threshold, nearly stumbling over his own boots as he did so. His crimson wings flapping haphazardly kept him upright long enough for him to catch himself on the door frame. He certainly was a pitiful sight. After closing the door behind him, and forgetting to grab his keys from the doorknob, he staggered past the rows of packing boxes that lined the wall and made his way over to the sofa. [break][break] His tall form landed face first onto the couch and let out a low sigh. Red wings draped lazily over the sides as his body sunk into the plush couch cushions. The room was spinning around him when he buried his face into one of the throw pillows. Mistakes had been made. A low groan crept from his lips. He had business to attend to in eight hours. The sooner he got to sleep, the better. Crowing was more than just a hobby for him. It was an itch that he just had to scratch every damn morning. Hangover or not, he planned to be up bright and early. The room continued to dance and spin around him as he closed his eyes. Slowly, his consciousness began to slip away. [break][break] It was funny how even the most ridiculous of dreams could feel so real. [break][break] It all began with darkness, a never ending void engulfed his very being. Bell’s bright yellow eyes squinted as the blackness opened up, revealing a tranquil countryside, with rolling hills that seemed to stretch on for as far as the eye could see. He was lying upon one of the hills now, sprawled out amidst the lush green grass that tickled his fingertips. The bright sun remained stationary in the apex of the sky. Strangely enough, he didn't feel the need to shield his eyes from its rays. Fluffy cumulus clouds floated lazily through the bright blue sky overhead, casting large shadows upon the grassy hill where he lay. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. [break][break] This place felt like heaven.
Francisca could remember the move clearly in her mind and it wasn't long after they had arrived in the outskirts of Lorsette that somebody had started waking her up in the morning. It had taken time to figure out where he lived but as soon as she found him, she had made plans to invade his dreams. Bell had gone home and she had taken notice of him, waiting, sensing when he would fall asleep before leaning against the outside of the building before closing her eyes so that she could invade his dream. As soon as she arrived she noticed a tranquil countryside, with rolling hills that seemed to stretch on for as far as the eyes could see and the bright sun. Bell was laying on one of those hills and to her greatest pleasure it seemed to her that he hadn't yet noticed her just yet. As most dreams slowly start to become random, she decided to play a little trick on him.
But first things first. She created an illusion so that it would appear to him as if the sun were still in full view, meanwhile making clouds move in front of the sun so that it wouldn't blind or burn her any further. She then created an apple tree, once it was complete, she released the illusion and encouraged the apple to break from the tree, rolling down the hill towards his head. Whether he noticed that apple coming at him or not, when it became noticed, she could giggle, unable to help herself.
A warm breeze ruffled Bell’s blonde hair and tugged at the swaying blades of grass, which he gripped between his fingers. His deep red wings were stretched out to their full length, taking in the sun’s warm rays. Bell was enjoying himself. This pleasant place was a nice break from the usual hustle and bustle of the city. It was almost as if this utopia was tailored to his need for open spaces and fresh air, an untouched paradise that had yet to be tainted with the cruel intentions of others. A place where he could stretch his wings and truly be free. At this very moment, he did not have a single care in the world. But, little did he know, things were about to change, and it would start with one bright red apple. [break][break] Bell was enjoying the scenery when he felt something pop him on the crown of his head. Granted, it wasn’t hard enough to hurt him, but the feeling of something touching his head made him jump as if he had been shot. Startled, his whole body grew tense, muscles flexed under his pale skin and his deep red feathers ruffled against the grass. He reached over his head only to find that he was grabbing...an apple? He took a moment to examine it. “What the hell!?” Bell sat up and looked around, only to find there was an apple tree further up the hill. “Odd.” He narrowed his gaze and cock a brow. That tree wasn’t there before. He thought, glancing back down to the red apple only to find that it was gone. Now, he knew something was up. With a few powerful beats of his wings, he was up and on his feet. Bell glanced about at his surroundings suspiciously. The cumulus clouds overhead began to grow in number before became dark, covering the sun, and blocking its rays from reaching the quaint little valley below. An uneasy feeling had come over Bell just as a peculiar noise reached his ears. [break][break] Someone was giggling. [break][break] Bell turned his head to see a petite girl standing not too far off from where he was. She must have found it funny that he was startled by a damn apple. Bell rolled his yellow eyes and gave his wings a little shake, loosening the bits of grass that clung to his plumage. With his hands in his pockets he would amble toward her. It was weird he didn’t notice her before. [break][break] “You thought that was funny, huh?” He asked, as he closed the distance between them. His tone sounded more sarcastic than angry. The young woman before him was small and lithe, certainly not someone he had to worry about. Looks could be deceiving, but honestly, Bell had yet to take note of that. The tall familiar walked around her small form, his deep yellow eyes looking over her soft and supple features. He kept his wings tucked in, as his intention wasn’t to size her up, but rather to check her out. She was a cutie for sure, adorable like a puppy. That red bow of hers was a nice touch, it really made her lavender hair stand out. To him, she looked like an ordinary human. Though, If he was blessed with a good nose he would have been told otherwise. He got a good look at her before stopping at her right side. [break][break] With his hands still in his pockets, he peered down at her with a soft, yet curious, gaze. He figured it was only right to keep her company. This place felt like heaven, but he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he found out she got into some kind of trouble out here. The silly rooster had yet to realize he was in a dream. Bell gave the purple haired girl a warm smile. “Do you have a name, little lady?” He asked, splaying his feathers and extending his left wing out and over her head, providing her with some cover. With the dark clouds overhead it looked like it was about to rain. The last thing Bell wanted was for her to get wet, he was sure she’d appreciate the gesture. [break][break] Back in his apartment, the silly familiar was snoring loudly into a drool soaked pillow.
Francisca had giggled as she watched the apple touch Bell's head. His reaction was priceless and she couldn't help back her amusement at the sight of it all. Bell had turned to look in her direction, having noticed her when he heard her giggling. It couldn't be helped, she was too amused to stop just because he had taken notice of her, he didn't scare her one bit. She stopped when she noticed Bell walking her way, being silent until he asked his question. "Yes." She admitted, giggling some more. Boy he was such a funny guy, she had to give him that. Bell starting circling around her and she stayed in her spot, a thought had popped into her mind and she couldn't help but play off of it. "Francisca." She answered, a pleased smile on her face, choosing to refuse giving her last name at this time. "And what is yours?" She redirected the question right back at him. Oh boy, this is going to be so much fun. She thought to herself, somewhat surprised when he had placed a wing over her head as means of keeping her dry, should it possibly rain.
"Jeez mister, you must really want me manifested in here. Do I please you?" She teased, some men found that as embarrassing, wanting a woman or girl in their dream, she was expecting Bell not to be different on the subject.
OOF Bell, honey, nooooo. I know u 88 years old but stop calling people "kids" D<
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This little lady was quite amusing. Bell merely scoffed as she answered his question. Well, at least the girl was honest. It would appear that she was just as entertained with him as he was with her. "Francisca, huh?" Maybe she didn’t have a last name? Bell wouldn’t dog her on it. “Sounds exotic.” A wiser man would have picked up on the woman’s strange behavior, however, Bell remained blissfully unaware. “My name is Bell.” He replied, with a genuine smile. “I know, fuckin’ weird name, right?” [break][break] “Manifest?” What did she mean by that? Bell’s smile slowly sank as a confused expression took over his features. He would press her further on this, but what she said right after threw Bell for a loop. He turned to look at her, eyes wide and mouth agape. The feathers on his wings ruffled as the words played back in his mind. Do I please you? Did she mean that in a sensual way? For once in his life he was at a loss for words. Sure, Bell was a flirt, but even this was a bit too much for him. [break][break] Bell swallowed hard. "C-Come on, don’t get weird on me!" He exclaimed, with a nervous chuckle in tow. The man would look away and place his hands on his hips, trying his best to play off his sheepishness as well as hide the light blush that was beginning to form on his cheeks. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re cute and all, but uh...” This was rather awkward to say the least. Bell felt strange having this conversation with someone who appeared to be a minor. He needs to nip this in the bud, and fast. Despite being a self-proclaimed ladies’ man, who prided himself on being in the good graces of promiscuous hens, Bell couldn't help but to be blunt at times; it was just in his nature. “How old are you exactly?” He asked, glancing down at her with a look of suspicion. “You look like a damn kid.”
Francisca took note of his name being Bell. "I don't know, I sorta like it." She answered in a playfully manner. Of course she was teasing him on the subject. She then teased him on the manifest comment, watching as his smile sank before it opened agape while his eyes were wide. She giggled when she watched him try and come up with an answer. He'd then proceed to look away from her, making him blush was pleasing to say the least. Awww, so adorable. She thought to herself before finding herself pouting slightly. He had asked what her age was and she wasn't prepared to give it to him. "Teen." She corrected, smug grin on her face. She'd then raise her hands in the air in surrounder as means of toying with him further. "This is your dream after all, therefore you tell me why I'm in here. I mean perhaps... I could do more to please?" She flirted, inching closer to him in the process.
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“Dream?” [break][break] The seemingly never ending expanse of green grass that surrounded them and the fresh clean air really was too good to be true. That bright red apple disappearing, the clouds that suddenly blocked the sun, everything seemed to make sense now. [break][break] “I have no fucking clue why you are here.” Bell stood his ground as she crept closer to him. He wasn't one to back down from anything. It did not matter if he was up against a hulking beast ten times his size or a small teen that may or may not be in heat; he wasn’t one to falter. “If you really wanted to please me you’d stay right where you are.” He needed time to think. The girl’s words must have been true, especially given what happened earlier. One side of him, his animalistic side, told him it wouldn’t be an issue if he gave into his carnal desires. He could see it in her eyes, that want- that need. As a rooster, it was his job to be at a lustful hen’s beck and call. Bell’s other side, his human mind, would counter with the morality of it all. She was a teen for god’s sake. Dream or not, taking advantage of her wouldn’t be right. [break][break] Bell set his jaw. [break][break] With an ever growing blush consuming his face, the familiar narrowed his gaze. “Don’t be silly, little hen...” His tone was anything but cordial, the words were held in place with a sort of untamed callousness. His demeanor took a dramatic shift. She was making things quite difficult for him after all. “I’m not into teens.” To hammer home his point, he would pull his wings back, fanning them behind him in a display of intimidation. Truth be told, he just wanted to scare her. It could be hard to take him seriously, though, when his face was turning as red as his wings.
Francisca couldn't help but smile when Bell repeated the word right back at her. Oh yes, this was a dream and she was in it. She giggled when he claimed he had no idea why she was here. "Oh but you should mister, you're the reason I'm here after all." She answered, giving half a truth, hoping he'd believe he really had dreamed her up, when really it was because she had been searching him out for this chance because he was the one that always woke her up in the morning and revenge would soon be hers. She moved closer to him, impressed that he stayed in his spot. "Oh?" She asked, stopping in her tracks as she listened to his answer. "But I know your thoughts, mister and I can't help but feel a need to step closer." She answered, trying to trick as an excuse to step closer to him. The blush consuming his face, proved to her that she was winning and his words would go in one ear and out the other. Slowly she moved to sit down in front of him.
"No need to be shy, we are in a dream after all. What is the harm in some fun?" She asked him in return before suddenly, adjusting to lay down before rolling away from him for some distance. "Perhaps you're the kind that would love a good chase." She teased, slowly standing up from her spot before brushing the grass right off of her. "You're it, rooster." She answered and with that, started running in the opposite direction, all the while giggling at the thought that he might really want a fling with her. Too bad for him, she wasn't done with her games just yet and as fun as it would be, a fling wasn't on the menu.
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The purposeful bite to his harsh words appeared to have no effect on the young woman. In fact, his resistance only seemed to strengthen her resolve. She was a stubborn one, he’d give her that. The urge to draw his spurs only intensified as her form closed the gap between them. All the while, she spoke with a seductive tone that nearly drove the familiar insane. Bell could feel his body grow tense. Her words made the bridge of his nose crinkle with disgust. [break][break] Bell could feel his heart throbbing wildly in his chest as the young female stated that she knew what he was thinking. The thunderous thumps in his ears was almost deafening. In that instant, the green grass around his boots began to wilt. Their color faded from a bright green to a murky brown. She knew what he wanted. Bell’s inner animal would badger him with the idea of taking her right then and there. It was in his nature to please, right? No. Despite the battle that was raging in his head, the familiar’s stance did not waver. Even when she decided to sit in front of him, he merely glared down at her with a look of suspicion. For once in his life, Bell was speechless. Just as he was about to reach his breaking point, Fran decided to lie down and rolled away from him. Thank god. Bell’s tall form relaxed, his wings drooping slightly. A weight felt like it had been lifted from his shoulders. Unfortunately, this seductive mistress wasn’t yet done with him just yet. She would tease him again before inviting him to a game of chase. [break][break] Before he could think, his legs began to move. Bell did not understand what possessed him to chase after her. Just moments before, he wanted nothing to do with this girl, and yet, here he was, running after her like a damn idiot. Deep down, the familiar was a playful creature. It was the rooster in him that enjoyed a little game of chase, especially if what he was running after was a woman. If she wished to play this little game then so be it. It was strange, this female knew him better than he would like to admit. [break][break] With a running start, his wings fanned out to their full length. A push-off, then a powerful flap, and he was in the air. With his arms outstretched he would attempt to descend onto her. Although, the closer he got, the more his intentions became clear. Pointed spurs would manifest on both sides of his wrists as he attempted to swoop down to grab her. Both feral instinct and humanity had his mind in a suffocating vice-like grip. These bitter emotions would only transition into sheer frustration on his end. Bell honestly didn't know what the hell was doing. If anything, he just wished to subdue her, and hopefully he would get his thoughts straightened out by then. Bell’s spurs were poised like talons, ready to dig into the flesh of Fran’s arms as he drew closer. It wouldn’t be much of a loss if he ended up hurting her, it was only a dream, right? She wasn’t real.
Francisca peeked behind herself to see that Bell had started chasing after her. Good, my plan is working. She thought to herself as she pressed harder to run faster. Once more she peeked behind herself to see he wasn't on the ground anymore after hearing what sounded like a swish noise, implying he was no longer on the ground. She just desired to see it for herself as she forced herself to run even faster. He is catching up on me, alright then. She thought to herself before suddenly turning around, using her dream manipulation, she manifests her scythe and with both hands, holds it out so that his spurs would be blocked. "Nice try." She answered as she awaited what he planned on doing next. "You really think in a dream, I'd allow you to attempt harm to come onto me? You have another thing coming, rooster." She would answer before thinking to herself. That was close, had I been any slower, he would have dug his spurs into my arms and I would have felt it upon waking up.
Yo, he should just be happy she isn't calling him a chicken.
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A grin stretched Bell’s features as Francisca spun around to face him. Although, what happened next was unexpected. She managed to block his attack, with a damn scythe. This was a startling surprise on his end. The man’s eyes would widen, not so much out of fear, but with curiosity. [break][break] “Oh!?” Bell pushed his fists down, attempting to dig his spurs into the scythe handle. The young woman was strong enough to hold him back, not that Bell would ever admit it. Instead, he would scoff, acting as if her strength did not phase him. “That’s a nice toy you’ve got there, Francisca.” Bell mused in a patronizing tone, his wings kicking up dirt and bits of loose grass as he hovered just a foot off the ground in front of her. The more he thought about it, the less bizarre it was that she had such a weapon at her disposal. He was dreaming after all; She could have turned into a damn tank. Regardless of her new weapon, he felt that it was time to end this. The familiar finally made up his mind, he hoped if he took her out she would disappear entirely. It was worth a shot at least. [break][break] “You know...” A laugh would surge from his throat, and the grin on his face curled into a toothy smile. He would try to push her weapon down, his wings flapping harder as he did so. Feathers were about to fly. Bell’s golden eyes locked onto hers as he continued, “When silly little hens step out of line, a good rooster will put them in their place!” Another set of spurs would manifest on his ankles, ripping right through the leather on his boots. With a swift kick, he would send his right foot forward, this time in an attempt to slice the young woman’s leg with his newly formed spurs.
Francisca felt Bell's spurs dig into the handle of her scythe. She could feel his weight pressing down on her, but that didn't stop her from pushing her scythe handle up to keep him at distance from her shoulders and arms. "You really think so?" She asked in a teasing manner. "I should show you the rest of my toys." She teased in a flirtatious manner, not at all hinting at weapons but he didn't need to know that. She listened to his words, feeling the pressure of her weapon being pressed down, she continued pushing up until she heard his last comment. A smug grin formed on her lips as she took notice of the spurs manifesting on his ankles. I know what your planning and it won't work. She thought to herself, as soon as he lifted his leg to kick at her, with intention of slicing her leg, she yanked her scythe towards herself so that she would have access to moving back, being barely sliced in the process. "You'll have to do better than that if you plan on taking me down." She answered in a dare, standing herself with her scythe in position.
She would then rush forward, attempting to hit him with the butt of the handle of her scythe, having no intentions on harming him. With that distraction in play, she created an illusion so that he'd see more than one of her. "I'm going to tell you a little secret, ready for it?" She asked, whether he was or not wouldn't be her problem. "That apple hitting you hadn't been on accident, but purpose, by me." She held a smug grin as she moved farther away from him, allowing him to deal with her illusions that would disappear, should he attack them.
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This opponent wasn’t going down so easily. Bell came to that conclusion quickly upon feeling her push back against his spurs. Despite all of this, his smile had yet to waver. This girl pushed him past his breaking point. Dream or not, he was hell-bent on teaching her a lesson or two about fucking with strangers. [break][break] Bell could see the playfulness in her eyes as she replied to his earlier comment, and honestly, it disgusted him. The words, the pompous look on her face, the fact that what he was saying had no bearing whatsoever, it all got his blood boiling. When he kicked, she evaded with ease. Pulling the handle toward her caused Bell to lean forward and miss his mark. Although, the attack wasn’t as hopeless as he originally thought. It would seem that he managed to knick her with the tip of his spur. It wasn’t much, but it certainly was better than missing entirely. Bell would take it as a small victory. With a beat of his wings he righted himself just as the woman charged and jabbed him in the abdomen with the blunt end of her weapon. A low “Hrk” left Bell's mouth as boots hit the dirt. He staggered back, the blow itself knocked the wind out of him for a brief moment. [break][break] By the time Bell regained his composure and looked up, he found himself surrounded. This woman had a few tricks up her sleeve it seemed. Instinctively, the man squared up, with spurs at the ready and wings flexed. The little woman continued to tease him, poking and prodding him with her words as if he were some sort of plaything. It wasn’t until she took credit for what happened earlier that Bell’s smile shifted into a sneer. Was he a joke to her? “Don’t fuck with me!” he barked as he rushed toward one of the illusions. With his fist twisted sideways he went for the jugular. He could feel his spur slicing through the illusion's entire neck with ease. With eyes widened, Bell would say, “W-What the hell?” The familiar knew his spurs were razor-sharp, but even still, being able to slice clean through someone was next to impossible, and yet, it was happening now. Once the spur cleared the illusion’s flesh it dispersed. “Cheep-fucking trick, Francisca!” He scoffed, looking between the illusions he kept himself ready in case one decided to attack him. “Fight me one on one, ya' coward!"
Francisca had attempted to hit Bell with the butt of the handle of her scythe, pleased when she got him. She then teased him when she told him her little secret, amused when she saw his face expression turn into a sneer. "Or what?" She giggled as she watched him attack one of her illusions. "I'm not sure if you are aware, but I'm not fighting you." She giggled as she remained hidden. "Therefore, not a coward..." She corrected as she watched him, having the other illusions head towards Bell in an attempt to attack him, as means of a distraction before she rushed towards him in an attempt to leap towards his back so that she could snuggle him and touch his beautiful locks. What was that about me being a coward? She thought to herself, knowing if that hadn't showed how courageous she happened to be that she'd just have to take it further steps.
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Bell cocked a fluffy brown when Francisca stated that she wasn’t going to fight him. Unbelievable. “What?” The familiar narrowed his gaze as his golden eyes shifted from one illusion to the other. “That makes you a coward, ya’ bitch.” He would stew in the idea for a moment. She didn’t want to fight him, but she seemed interested in doing other things. Bell would roll his eyes at this notion. Fucking great. Why couldn’t his dreams be filled with clear skies, breadcrumbs and swimsuit models? Bell would be having the time of his life, but instead, he was dealing with a crazy prurient dream-girl who seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of him; just his luck. [break][break] When the illusions charged, Bell was ready. The familiar went for a right hook, but was held back by someone grabbing him. He stumbled, feeling the unexpected weight on his back. “Hmm!?” The weight of Fran's body on his back felt so real. He could even smell her perfume. If it wasn’t for the current situations he would have complemented her on her scent, but unfortunately, complements were the last thing on Bell’s mind. “W-What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He growled, folding his wings in shaking his body from side to side in an attempt to throw her off to no avail. What was wrong with this damn woman? Upon grabbing him she started to nuzzle him. A light blush took hold of Bell’s cheeks. “STOP THAT!” When he felt her fingers run through his golden locks was when he had enough. “Fine, have it your way, sweetheart.” With a running start, he rushed forward and extended his wings open to their full length. With flight feathers flexed, he pushed off with just enough lift to get him off the ground. Thankfully, the woman was light enough. Bell had a devious plan brewing in the back of his mind. If Francisca did not jump off, she would be taken up into the air with him.
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