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 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.
Cold...cold and bloody more cold. A light chattering of teeth could be heard from the eighteen year old as he huddled close to the side of the bus and kept himself as still as possible. He had actually gone to the local hardware store to see if they had anything that could withstand burning...but none of it was plausible. He felt like everyday he was stuck bracing the cold because they had just settled into their new home and so much crap needed to be done.
He hated it...what kind of moronic family moved in the middle of an ice age. A low mutter of annoyance left him when the bus stopped and open its doors once more not caring how much frosty air it let in at all. Did this thing even have a heater? Or did it just run on the thousand bodies currently crammed into the damn thing.
Someone took a seat beside him, but he didn't bother moving from where he was huddled. The next time they moved he would demand they go somewhere warm...somewhere that never had a cold day. The teen was stubborn in not wanting to dress in thirty layers to keep warm and he certainly wasn't dressed very properly at all for winter...but he wouldn't be walking around like some loser caked in layers of clothes.
The bus hit a bump and everyone including whoever was beside him lurched to the side. He felt the contact of the person as they mumbled an apology and it caused the teen to glance towards them. Little did he ever expect to see...none other than...pmsing chick beside him. He was not in the mood...not at all in the mood.
He openly grumbled in annoyance and actually lifted somewhat to try and find another seat to move to. But it was quite obvious that there was nothing open. It would take a bit to arrive close to his next destination...and so for the time being he was stuck...
So tell me the sin of the angel with dirtied wings and how she was tainted by the tastes of the wicked. And how is it then that she can still fly on those
fallen wings
@nicolas
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By now, it had already been a week and a half since her and her mother’s arrival in Lorsette City, and Alida had become presently surprised by how well she felt she was adapting. She absolutely loved how crowded the city was and how she became lost in the crowds. In Lorsette City she was virtually invisible — and it was great. The eighteen year old had been born and raised within the cold Canadian north and, growing up, she could only assume that she had adapted quite well to the colder months. Unbeknownst to her, it was the Fallen in her bloodline that kept her abnormally warmer than some of the other species.
When Alida hopped onto the public transit, and found the bus to be completely packed, she wasn’t too bothered by it. She held her cell phone within one hand, a game currently loaded, as she stepped on board, flashed her student ID to the driver, and then headed down the middle with a bit of a pep to her walk. She took the first available seat she came across and lounged back, spreading her legs out before her, as she continued to worm her way around on Slither. She had a pair of earbuds in connected to her phone with a background app playing some of her favorite rock bands.
It wasn’t until the bus gave a sudden lurch, and she was thrown into the guy beside her, that she was forced to pull the earphones from her ears and turn her attention away from the game. “Sorry,” She apologized, leaning over enough to be within earshot, but immediately regretted it — and even recoiled — the moment he turned to face her. Alida scooted further away from him, holding her phone out as though she expected him to steal it, with a look of complete disbelief on her features, while the other actually outwardly scoffed and proceeded to try and get up.
“Hah, yeah right, there’s no room, bucko,” She immediately chastised him, her brows snapping together in a ‘like hell I’m going to move’ way. “Sit yo’ ass back down.”
Nicolas couldn't believe this twits attitude. She didn't even hesitate in talking down to him despite already wrongly accusing him before. How many days ago was that four, five? Did she really lack any form of sense or manners?
"You--!" the dirty blonde began, but was abruptly cut off when the bus lurched again and he lost his footing. His body came down physically on top of her...and the feeling was so f**king uncomfortable. He immediately yanked himself back and sat back down...
He was so angry! So, god damn angry!
"No, don't...even," he warned her lifting up his hand as soon as he heard her say anything. He would not hear it...it was a bloody accident and he didn't want to talk about it!
So tell me the sin of the angel with dirtied wings and how she was tainted by the tastes of the wicked. And how is it then that she can still fly on those
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
“You—!” Alida wasn’t sure what he was trying to say and she would never know because the bus was lurching again, and he was toppling down over her. She nearly screamed in pure horrified revulsion, but resigned to merely helpfully shove him off of her as he too scrambled to un-plant his face.
“No, don’t… even.” He warned before she could even speak, and when she opened her mouth and sucked in a breath to talk he actually shoved his hand up to block her view of him. Instead of speaking, she exhaled in a harsh breath and then proceeded to cross her arms over her body — and that was when she realized her phone was missing.
“Oh shit,” She openly swore and jerked forward, beginning to look on the ground between their seats and the back of the seats in front of them.
Ugh, why was this happening to him? He had never had this much trouble with a chick before in his entire life. The teen hadn't been ruffled like this in a while and that was pretty bad considering he had just moved into Lorsette a handful of days ago. The muttering of the chick beside him caused him to grow tense, but he didn't look at her...he was going to ignore her until he could get off this giant tin can. But when he kept feeling her pushing and moving around beside him...she successfully drew his attention back towards her.
"Stop touching me," he snapped at her pushing back against the side of the bus and raising his hands to make a scene of how uncomfortable she made him.
So tell me the sin of the angel with dirtied wings and how she was tainted by the tastes of the wicked. And how is it then that she can still fly on those
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
She couldn’t find her f-ing phone and when the dirty blond actually opened his mouth to complain about her disrupting his peace of mind, she jerked her narrowed gaze to him only to see that he was practically cowering against the edge of his seat. “You,” She abruptly seethed and leaned forward to grasp onto his coat, her expression hardening with the anger she felt. “Help me find my f-ing phone.” She roughly released him and then shoved in beside him to check by his shoes at the floor. “Or you'll be buying me a new one.”
Everyone was gawking at them...they were all staring and no doubt thinking the same thing as him that this b***h was crazy. When she latched onto his coat and demanded he help her find her phone Nicolas was done. She was psychotic and he didn't care if he froze his arse off. He was getting the hell off that bus!
The dirty haired blonde practically climbed up onto the seats to get away from her. He heaved his body upwards and yanked on the string that let the bus driver know he wanted off. But even that wasn't enough for him. He stepped over to the door and grabbed the knob to illegally force the door open and jump off...that's how desperate he was to get away.
Nicolas welcomed the cold...anything was better than spending another second with her. But he was still rightfully angry that she had successfully messed up his day again. He glared at the bus as it drove off before hunching his shoulders up and moving to the nearest warm place.
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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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