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.
Yours Truely,
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.
[attr=class,wordcount] I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator
[attr=class,lyric1] I'm the fear addicted, a danger illustrated
[attr=class,lyric2] I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
[attr=class,bulk] [TW: Violence/Mutilation]
[break][break][break] It was getting close to the witching-hour, and Naraka was already up to no good. On this fine moonlight night, the crafty hellhound was going overboard with his usually round of deranged riff-raff. It was a time for celebration after all! Not only did the hell beast acquire a new place of residence, but a potential contractee as well. What better place to celebrate than in front of the infamous Hell's Gate? He invited her with promises of wine and a good time. She was young, impressionable and stupid; perfect pickings for a demon like him. It was unfortunate that this particular celebration would end in a bloody beating. [break][break] “I only want what was promised to me.” [break][break] Naraka’s raspy voice resonated with loud vocalizations of painfilled screams. His tall form stood, towering over the writhing body on the ground in front of him. The eerie sharp-toothed smile on Naraka’s face was illuminated in the bright moonlight. His gaze sparked with lust and ill intentions as he observed his crying victim's stirring form with absolute delight. The young woman was sprawled out on the blood-soaked pavement, her slender frame twitched and wriggled in agony as she'd received a merciless thrashing by the older hound. An array of deep bite marks and black bruises littered the human’s porcelain skin. What had started as a late night rendezvous with a potential contractee ended in tragedy when she decided that she didn’t want to go through with the contract. [break][break] She did not stand a chance against him. [break][break] Naraka carried out this vicious assault in his hound form, only shifting back to his human body to gaze upon his mangled canvas with fresh eyes. His maw helped push the message into the young woman’s head that she wasn’t going to leave the narrow alley alive tonight. The creature's wicked fangs carved through her calves with ease, tearing them open and exposing strings of tendon, bloodied muscle and bone to the warm night air. Her pained calls echoed through the little alley before dying down to a sniffling whimper. While sobbing was alarming to most, it was music to Naraka’s ears. The symphony of agonizing cries brought a sense of accomplishment and joy that he couldn't get from most things nowadays. Besides, the fair maiden deserved a proper mauling for wasting his time. [break][break] It wasn’t until the woman tried to crawl away that Naraka began to cackle. It was quite amusing. Seeing his prey struggle excited him, like an injured rat would entice a cat. Did this pathetic woman really think she was going to get far with this ploy? She traveled as slow as a snail, dragging her useless limbs behind her like a lame dog. It would have been far easier to submit to her attacker’s fangs and beg for swift end. While tipping his head to the side playfully, Naraka would say in a mocking tone, “Does it hurt, darling?” [break][break]
Evangeline kept walking down the sidewalk, it was late and she was actively looking for somewhere to hole up for the night, and if she was remembering the Librarian correctly, there was a homeless shelter that didn't ask many questions in Hell's gate, The ward of lorsette that catered to the more Hellishly inclined species of the city she remembered a specific part of the french quarter back home and how her mother said "Never go there, Loup de L'enfer get ya and you no come back child" of course the threats of " Hell Wolves" didn't particularly scare the undead soldier much anymore.
A Piercing scream wrenched her out of her memories as the wraiths glowing grey eyes narrowed. her body moved under its own power as she sprinted towards the screaming coming from a nearby alleyway. The stench of life giving iron filled her nostrils as the wretched scene she came across registered in her mind. She had seen killers before,but the thought always sickened her, Eva had thought she had seen the worst of humanity in war, but at least the deaths in war could at least be partially construed as someone dying for a reason. Her vision flashed as words spoken by the skeletal man in robes flashed in the back of her mind
Your mission is to kill some of those heathens. The dark souls, the villainous ones
She stared at the man standing over the gasping and broken woman. her hands clenched in anger before they calmly straightend out reaching for the gun hidden in her waistband before she stopped and sprinted at the man her supernatural speed leaving a soft trail of grey smoke as she slammed into him, her hands clenched around a smokey blade of shadows about the size and shape of a bootknife, that she was currently shoving into the soft meaty part of the mans side
"Pick on someone who can fight back, Vous encule!" she growled into his ear as the weight of her tackle and blade of shadows slammed into him.
[attr=class,wordcount] I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator
[attr=class,lyric1] I'm the fear addicted, a danger illustrated
[attr=class,lyric2] I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
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[break] Compared to the exceptionally tedious depths of hell, earth was like a never-ending theme park of exciting thrills. The realm of Enki was filled to the brim with tasty little morsels that could keep a studious hellhound like Naraka entertained for an eternity. One of the best things to do while in the mortal realm was hunt and kill those who displeased you. After all, what kind of hound would he be if he could not raise a little hell? [break][break] It didn’t take a skilled hunter to kill a human, or a mortal for that matter. They were fairly easy prey to take down compared to other creatures. So long as they didn't to have any holy water on hand, they were just about as weak as a newborn. Mortals, such as humans, were like cattle in Naraka’s eyes. If one was to die another would pop out elsewhere to replace them. These pathetic beings were everywhere; like a festering disease. It was a shame the world frowned upon killing them, which was something Naraka did not quite understand. He’d always assumed the powerful immortals were the ones ruling the roosts and everyone else were just second class citizens there for amusement. Why his fellow supernatural didn’t get up and do something about these creatures’ hold on this world was a mystery to him. The hellhound’s twisted view of life itself could very well get him into a lot of trouble with the law and TRS. It was unfortunate that the male lacked the will to really care when it came to the consequences of his actions. This lack of thoughtful morality was what led to his wrongdoings on this fine night. The prince did not get what he wanted, so he decided to dish out his own brand of justice. [break][break] Naraka's pale fingers wiped away tiny bits of flesh from his blood-stained lips. Despite the grueling happenings, the hellhound was at ease, and sporting a relaxed posture. He’d performed such wicked deeds a million times; and this certainly would not be his last. He wasn’t expecting this night to go any different from usual. It was late, people were at home in their cozy beds. The last thing he was expecting was an interruption. So, like always, the hound decided to kill some time and play with his struggling prey. [break][break] Glowing predatory eyes looked to the hell’s gate with interest. The gears were turning the hellhound’s skull, the door itself was old, the chains covered in dirt and grime. Pity. “The gate is looking a bit drab tonight.“ The male commented cheerfully. His prey whimpered, but that was it. “We should do a little redecorating. Perhaps some splashes of red would bring this old gate to life, huh?” A low chuckle crept from his lips. He would glance down at her as if she answered his question. “ Ah, yes. We could even finish off with a bow made from your intestines. I’ve done it before. It isn’t that hard.” Her whimpering grew louder, but he paid no mind to her pathetic calls. Naraka was happy. Oh, so happy; blood drunk even. The demon was so caught up in his own little world that he did not hear HER coming. [break][break] “Urk-” Being stabbed in the side with a knife was a sobering sensation. It shook Naraka from his intoxicating high and pulled him back down to ground level. With his brow knitted, he glared back at the woman who still had her weapon firmly inside his body. The blade sliced right through his shirt and flesh like a hot knife through butter. He could feel the pain pulsing its way up and down his leg. A steady stream of blood began to soak his pants. Despite the splitting pain in his side, he would stay calm. This wasn’t his first run in with a bloody knife. The female that spoke had some words to say to him, not that he cared in the least. If she wanted to play the role of the knight in shining armor, he’d play the part of the dragon that would burn her to a crisp. “Oh, my sweet child, you will have to wait your turn.” He spoke through gritted teeth, while his eyes glinted with sheer bloodlust. Nara was an old dog, but he still knew a few tricks. A sinister smile stretched his bloodstained face as a small fire began to burn at his feet. The blaze would grow, burning hotter and climbing up his tall frame. He was attempting to set his entire body on fire to free himself from his attacker. If this mysterious woman did not move she would surely be burned. [break][break]
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[attr=class,tagline] For The chew toy with a knife.
Evangeline felt the Heat rise from the body of the man she had plunged the smokey blade into. He was hell-spawn of some kind and that meant she had to end this fight fast or she risked being outpaced by the hellish being she had grappled with. She had fought a few before during some engagements and she had seen the damage they could bring to a squad full of Mundies that didn't have heavy fire support. Flames Covered her clothes and licked at her bare arms as she lifted him upwards and used her momentum to spike him into the ground like a high school quarterback celebrating an 80 yard touch down.
The soldier knew she could handle a fist fight but she didn't remember being capable of the crater that she had left the man in. It left her surprised as she stared at her partially burnt hands. Thanatos had done something to her when he brought her back she knew that as much, but the sheer amount of strength she felt now was invigorating! she had never felt like this before.....if she had had had this during the firefight with van owens.... lets just say she felt like a fair few people she cared about would still be here.
The cajun soldier was staring at her hands having left herself partially open to a counter attack, yet the sound of the person she was charged with protecting crying out kicked her out of the Partial stupor she found herself in just in time to turn back towards the hell beast she had just suplexed.
[attr=class,wordcount] I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator
[attr=class,lyric1] I'm the fear addicted, a danger illustrated
[attr=class,lyric2] I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
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[break] Someone was going to die tonight, Naraka would see to that. The hellhound wanted to do nothing more than hold this woman’s tender throat between his jaws and crush her larynx like a soda can; but alas, it seemed he would have to take care of this brave woman with the use of his abilities instead. Hellfire spewed from the cracks in the concrete below Naraka. The blaze rose within seconds, consuming his body in its winding inferno. His breath evaporated into plumes of steam as he began to laugh. This maniacal call seemed to echo through the small alley. Surly, this woman would be burning to ash. Wait. Naraka could feel something against his back. The strange sensation wormed its way around his torso. He paused. No fucking way. [break][break] Deep yellow eyes widened in shock. How did she? The next thing he knew he was in the air. The world around him spun like a wild carnival ride as he was brought back down. There was a loud thunder-clap smack as Naraka hit the concrete. Earth and bits of asphalt split away around his body, leaving him in a small pit-like crater. The blow was enough to knock the wind out of him. He was stunned. She managed to fight the brunt of his flames, grab him and flip him without much issue. Clearly, he underestimated her. This woman, whoever she was, had to be another supernatural. A normal human would be a pile of ash by now. [break][break] The flames around Naraka dispersed into glowing embers that danced in the warm night air. Despite being punted into the ground, there was a devilish glint in his eye. His fire might have gone out, but the demon was far from done. This time a new emotion entered the mix. A deadly vehemence that seemed to fall into the melting pot of instinct and bloodlust that churned like rough rapids inside his body. He spoke, though, his voice was barely above a whisper. “You are just so insistent on my attention, aren't you?” The devious demon still had a trick up his sleeve. Naraka did not survive The War of Traitors and then on by being a moron. When it came down to a fight, he was equal parts brawn and wit. As the hellhound sat up, he shook tiny bits of dirt from his hair. The woman seemed distracted. Perfect. With bloodied hands he went to work, drawing up a crimson circle with a simple eye and the letters M M etched in the middle. The mystery woman turned to face him just as he was finishing up. He would speak up now, “I brought company, darling. I do hope you don't mind.” Naraka needed a distraction- So, he would send in the rats. [break][break] Naraka began to cackle as three large rats squirmed their way out of the hex circle. The little creatures' pelts were jet black, their eyes blazing a deep red. The trio rushed toward the woman, screeching like little banshees as they attempted to jump into her legs. They would surly give her one nasty bite if they managed to grab hold of her. While that was going on, Naraka began to work on a new hex circle; a bigger one this time around that would be large enough to fit his body. Tiny streams of blood continued to seep from his wound. Naraka knew he needed to heal if he wished to continue this fight. It was unfortunate that this new hex would take more time than his last. [break][break]
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[attr=class,tagline] Some wonderful furry friends for the chew toy! :]
The wraith took a step forward her body whisping in heavy steel grey rivlets of smokey shadows, she seemed unconcerned with what the hell hound was doing,watching as he finished summoning circle, spitting the large rats out of pure shadows and nothingness. Her eyes flashed with a silver light as she smiled. The .45 caliber handgun was in her hands almost faster than the hell hound could see. the sound of the slide racking echoing out before the finality of three large caliber slugs blowing the rats into bloody ribbons ended what ever distraction that he was wanting to use them to make.
She slowly began to walk towards him, her silver eyes piercing through the darkness of the night as she approached. she slowly slipped the half empty magazine out of the pistol and replaced it with a full one from the pouch in her hoodie. " you know I've always hated people like you. ones that start a fight and epexct others to finish it for you. Your like yapping Chihuahuas, all bark and no BITE!" as she spoke those words, in a sort of grim punctuation her combat boot slammed down on the mans hand with bone creaking force. hard enough to shatter the concrete underneath that was being used to draw a hex circle. When the undoubtedly furious man turned to strike back he would find himself staring down the barrel of a 1911, with a wicked smile she cocked the hammer back, a clear signal of who was in charge, and who would find their brains carved like a pumpkin if they didn't decide to toe a very thin line
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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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