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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The Staff
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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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
[attr="class","lyrics"]Get knocked out on camera, Squeeze pump like asthma
[attr="class","postcontent"]LLN IS FOLLOWING-UP ON WHAT LOCALS ARE RECALLING AS "THE CARNIVAL ATROCITY." THIS TIME, LAST YEAR, HORDES RAVISHED THE ANNUAL LORSETTE SPRING FAIR, AND YET THE EVENT WAS REINSTATED THIS YEAR. OUR REPORTERS ARE LOOKING TO ANSWER NOT ONLY WHY, BUT HOW THE MAYORAL DECISION TO MAINTAIN THE CARNIVAL MAY AFFECT PUBLIC MORALE IN TIMES OF TEMERITY, AS WELL AS HOW IT IMPACTS THE MAYOR'S CHANCE OF RE-ELECTION IN THE UPCOMING POLITICAL SEASON–
The TV thrummed behind the bar in a conversation with itself, one voice in a swarm. Of businessmen, of families beginning to flee, and especially of half-drunk college kids: the Golden Crown flushed with color and noise, the tales of belabored final-exams in full-volume throughout the main room. With noise-cancellers and the buzz of a couple James Readies in her, Asami was bright as the third-quarter moon and blissfully free.
From the outset, "The Crown" was your catch-all, family-friendly, semi-sports, please-everyone-all-around type of bar. Fuck bars like that. Asami would have never caught a bus from North District for that. But it earned its moniker: not necessarily for doing well by the college crowd. Hushed conversations and some digging through old headlines brought up a history of bar-fights at the coast-side bar with the cute, chalkboard aesthetic, a "complicity in terrorism"; they were serving AP soldiers here. Maybe they lingered at the bar area or in the back-corners. Maybe the miscreants mixed with the family-men, maybe they even worked with staff. Asami–
–caught herself, recognizing she was only here to force celebratory cheer over it being her birthday. She had no other plan, really; when did Asami every have a plan? She managed to worm her way from the midst of an ethics debate, classmates poised on either side of her in the booth, mostly aerospace nerds and other test-flunkees miserable enough to go drinking in the middle of the week. Everyone else – the people Asami actually knew and tolerated – were saving their ass. It was spring. Terrors got bad.
"You think the lives of a couple fuckin' terrorists are more important than ending the war?" one nerd lisped.
"We can't experiment on them if they turn to fuckin' dust!" another countered.
"I'm going to the bar. Do you guys want anything?" Asami asked, just softly enough so she wouldn't feel guilty for not asking, but that she was ultimately unheard, slipping away and through the crowd.
The counter hung at her eye line soon enough. Asami was hit with a sudden anxiety, then. In the polished wood, she could make out the wide, brilliant eyes of a child. And when she looked up into the bewildered face of the bartender, she knew they saw much the same: a little girl, no parents, with a Lor-U shirt layered over a striped long-sleeve: like she'd raided her older brother's closet and was now daring the bartender to refuse her patronage with a look blending obduracy and naivete.
And it stung. Asami knew a few people who could pin their looks to their identity: "Oh, I'm immortal, actually." "I'm a cherubim!" "I'm an imp!" Boiling it down to a disorder – maybe she was too proud – it was like admitting she was born wrong or something.
The bartender sighed and motioned to a board behind them. "18+ only."
She wanted to bite this– but Asami bowed her head reluctantly, cinched her jaw as she rummaged through her back pocket, taking advantage of the search to break eye contact. Her loathing amounted to breathy and directionless muttering. She maintained as unflinching as possible as she brandished her ID and handed it to him, but the little lycanthrope otherwise refused to explain herself.
How unfair, that such a rather promising mission led her to this... den of drunks.
[break][break]First of all, if she hadn't died at 15, she would have been 21 if she ever lived up to that age. But here she is, an invisible child, watching drunkards gather their foaming cups and bustling with activity and conversation. Every bit of her did not want to be here. She may be 15 in form, but technically 21, and yet she despised the stench of the place, disliked the noise, so loud in her ears it almost makes them bleed.
[break][break]She's glad she's forever 15. She would not have to taste such dreadful liquid.
[break][break]But, the mission has been given to her and she needs to comply. In her invisible form, she walks around the Golden Crown, looking up and sneering at drunkards, flinching and looking away immediately once things started to get heated. The sooner she would complete the mission, the better. But once she's done, she'd be sure to tell her high-ups what had gotten into them, to make her take care of a mission taking place in such an unpleasant bar.
[break][break]...Whatever. Quick, find the target.
[attr="class","kingsTag"][attr="class","fa fa-pencil"] 754 words
[attr="class","kingsNotes"]Sorry for the wait! Slow posting by the Chibi. XD
[attr="class","kingsLyrics"]Kill them with success
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Suffocated by the fanciful settings of the lavish Norwood Manor and constant business chatter around an ignorant dumbass being two seconds away from being exposed by the RCMP, Arlo decided to escape. When grandpa grew angered, the household became a location of nonstop lectures and endless amounts of ranting. The hellhound was innocent, an early morning's mission being flawlessly accomplished to his grandfather's liking, but he nonetheless wished to avoid the reprimanding. There were instances where during his rambling lectures, his grandfather would gather everyone, innocent or guilty, to listen!
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Hence, when the opportunity arrived, Arlo skirted by the eagle-eyed grandparent and out the front door. The young man never submitted a request for opening the front gate, merely drew a hex circle and teleported. Would his grandfather bother to seek him out? Unlikely given the fault was not his to burden. Therefore, the dark-haired hellhound held theoretical freedom from listening to the loquacious lectures of the Head of House. Within moments, Arlo had hurried down the streets in the direction of the infamous Coastal Area.
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He wandered, black and white checkered hightops kicking stones across the concrete sidewalk. The sounds of carnival traffic and crashing waves reached his noise-sensitive ears, prompting a glance. Lights shone, radiant against the dark backdrop of the night sky. The beautiful, illuminating lights in the distance manifested a slim smile across the hellhound's lips. If only Nicholas was not busy, he would have gladly walked to his apartment and hid from the wrath of his grandfather there. Unfortunately, couples were unable to spend time together 24/7 because of the bindings of work-related duties.
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Therefore, Arlo was wandering the coastal area with a black, overhead sweater, blue jeans, his cellphone and a wallet with some cash. He required something to do before returning home with crossed fingers that the lectures magically finished... He doubted they would finish, grandpa had endless lectures. The scent of alcohol and bodies wafted into Arlo's nose as he approached the lit sign of a bar. The hellhound's eyes glanced at the illuminated neon sign, reading 'The Golden Crown' in large letters. A smile traced the dark-haired man's lips.
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Bar scenes were always interesting, but one notion particularly amused Arlo. As a man engaged in a serious relationship, he adored informing flirtatious men and women about his status. The sheer opportunity to flaunt his TRS hunter boyfriend summoned endless amounts of joy for the dark-haired man. Besides, only the inebriated tended to shower him in those desires for meaningless one night stands... everybody else? Chances were they heard those words mumbled under breath about believed criminal ties, however, never any substantiated proof.
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Nobody managed to ascertain the shady details about his grandfather's dealings, however, there was more than that. His grandfather was a figurehead of the criminal world and taking down a kingpin would potentially break the dams of criminal activity in Lorsette. In short, his grandfather's freedom was crucial to assure law enforcement would not become burdened by people who attempted to yank control. Not to mention, the innocent until proven guilty ideal kept them from laying down allegations because of lack of proof.
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Money and power, it kept the Norwoods on top. They could purchase the best lawyers should law enforcement decide to deal with the overflowing dam and the methods of their criminal accomplishments removed evidence from the scene. Their vexing position was beyond amusing to the criminal hellhound. Merrily, Arlo pushed open the doors of the Golden Crown, ears hearing endless conversations and the sounds of a news broadcast while his nose detected the stench of alcoholic beverages and people. A smirk crossed his lips as Arlo immediately approached the bar.
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A white-haired little girl was standing in front, rummaging for something... Why she was inside a bar was beyond Arlo... Smoothly, the young hellhound plucked his wallet from his pocket and provided his ID, unknowingly cutting in front of a customer.
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"Can I get a Mike's Hard Lemonade, please?" Arlo requested, providing his ID first.
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The bartender's fingers grasped the card, glancing over the dates before handing it back with a nod. The man behind the counter turned around to grab a can of Arlo's chosen drink. Meanwhile, the hellhound forked out the necessary funds for his alcoholic beverage. He planned on having one alcoholic drink before switching to soda to avoid nasty levels of intoxication. He was not the largest fan of having his mind completely distorted, therefore he was conscientious of the amount of liquor he drank.
[attr="class","kingsLyrics"]and bury them with a smile
The man behind the counter was tall enough to obfuscate behind the chalkboard mirror, but Asami caught a subtle bow before her senses snuffed-up and a twink slid in to eclipse her. "Move it." You didn't really find assholes in your all-purpose sports bar so she presumed he was a guy from school – whether or not he was the "sorry-I-didn't-see-you-there"-spouting virgin-type or not. With her jaw set and eyes level, she dared him to face her; she wasn't having it on her birthday.[break][break]
The bartender lingered at the back of the bar. His attention appeared to filter through the bottles on a floating shelf: on that of a customer. Quickly, Asami abandoned her previous hill; unable to see or hear clearly through the din, she worked her way onto a stool; she probably would have anyway. Of what she caught – hairpins; princess-like – they were the sort of girl who actually deserved to be carded.[break][break]
Asami's head was in a weird space tonight. Her first thought, muttered, "Thug?"[break][break]
[attr="class","torchic-notes"] the irony. we can switch off npcs if you want - i assumed mr. bartender would card selina lol
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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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