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.
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!
A recluse, scared of judgement and being misunderstood for a thousand times. Will they ever understand? Or will I be left to alone forever?
[attr="class","scotttalker"]Need a friend? Why not join the Friendship Initiative! We want to help YOU Lorsette in getting your friendship needs! So please, sign up and join our summer fair and make some friends!
The jingle of the radio echoed in Scott's mind upon crossing the threshold into the joy-filled world of the summer fair. Children laughed through the summer heat, playing games while towing around friends or parents. The crowded area was ill-suited for Scott's endless anxieties, however, the young man was determined. Since moving to the giant city of Lorsette, Scott struggled to create connections between himself and others. Coming from humble town roots and shifting into the big city was overwhelming for the young man.
People were everywhere, around every corner and in a variety of vibrant colours. Thus, discovering that single person who clicked was a struggle for Scott. Shyness consumed him in conversation and discovering those of a similar soul was a struggle for Scott. Meeting places were decided after the pairings, the ginger-haired young man being paired with a man named Leith Belrose. In the anxiety-ridden man's situation, it was a small food stand called Chuck's Food Truck. Although, Scott struggled to bring himself into the open...
Something as seemingly insignificant as saying a greeting appeared like a massive giant hovering over him... It was intimidating! A anxious mmm hummed through Scott's lips as his hands rung and he attempted to gain the courage. A deep breath was sucked into the young man's lungs and held before a lengthy exhale followed. He would be alright! He could do it! Slowly, he gazed out at the picnic tables where happy families met for lunch. His bottom lip retreated beneath his teeth as he softly chewed on it. He needed to do this, lest his partner feel unwanted!
Another deep breath followed by a long, slow exhale was done. The young man racked up any remaining particles of courage and strove forward. Simultaneously, in his mediocre bravery, Scott worried about every little detail with every step. About his clothes being ill-favourable. Was a pair of shorts and a plain white t-shirt even good enough?! Or should he had worn something he was prepared to get dirty?! The initial interactions... Would he impress him or receive a stern chastising? The thought left the long-haired man anxious about everything that would unfold...
Slowly, he approached the picnic table designed as the created meeting place for the pair. Hands proceeding to be wrung as the young ginger sat down. A majority of people proved difficult to deal with because of his lack of social capabilities... however... Scott felt desperate for a friend. He wanted somebody to spend time with and accomplish those happy little acts of friendship... Things he did with Dimitri until his feelings came flooding back and leaving him a nervous wreck around the handsome, older kelpie.
In silence, Scott stationed himself at the table, basking in the gorgeous summer sun. The warmth flooded over his shoulders, warming his back while he waited. Thoughts swirled with every passing second of concern. He concerned himself with the possibility of failing his overarching goal. He craved friendship, a fleeting concept, but one well-needed. Although, whether friendship initiative would accomplish its goals was difficult to confirm... There was no telling who the officials running the event paired him with.
They could be opposites without a common interest in sight... The thought worried Scott, making him feel empty... He prayed that would not be a case... and he wished for a friend... needed one to get finally have another person to attach to.
[attr="class","cc_text"] Leith had been undergoing a whirlwind of emotions. Making the first step in a new friendship was always the biggest obstacle for them. Worries of not being enough or free from the judgement of someone who was horribly misinformed. Such doubts couldn't help but plague their thoughts and consume them nearly in full but they refused to let such things ruin what was meant to be an exciting time. A happy period where the both would go out of their comfort zones and participate within the event that both of them had signed up to.[break][break] Surely... if they were here for that reason perhaps whoever their partner was had their own reason for seeking out friendships with the additional help. They took one deep breath in hopes to conquer the nerves that had been festering up within them. The best way to make an easy to handle mood was to be friendly. It was easy to conversate with someone nice than it was to make things awkward![break][break] The banshee gently moved their hands to pat both of their cheeks as a pick-me-up. They had to get going to the tables. They'd feel bad if they kept whoever they were assigned to waiting! It would be such a shame if they did. Their movement began and soon the sight of red and white patterned clothes on top of tables came into sight. The paper which had the number of where their partner would be seated was fiddling between their fingertips. A 6 was what their eyes met-- and when those same eyes traveled to the sign at the tables is when they had stolen the first glimpse of what they hoped to be a future friend.[break][break] An individual with brightly colored orange hair. From behind they could only make out what was being worn and the view of the persons back. Seeing them in person made it all the more real for the banshee. There was definitely no going back from here on out! Leith took in a deep breath and put on the best smile they could muster. The seat in front of the other individual had been quickly filled by them. Sitting down and scooting up closer to the table in their seat.[break][break] It's instinctive but when their eyes lay on the others face a small gasp followed by an unusually loud "You have the prettiest eye color!!" escaped from the blue haired banshee. Leith's hand soon followed to cover their own mouth and laugh at themself. "I didn't mean to be so loud and well- I hope that wasn't too weird..." Off... to a great start this was going but perhaps making a fool of themself was good. They definitely felt half of their nerves shave off from that. [break][break] "It's nice to meet you!! I'm Leith Belrose!!!"[break][break]
A recluse, scared of judgement and being misunderstood for a thousand times. Will they ever understand? Or will I be left to alone forever?
[attr="class","scotttalker"]Anxiously, Scott's thumbs twiddled together as he waited for the individual he was paired with. Fingers rubbing over the tops of his fingers in a soothing, circular motion as he attempted to settle himself. In automatic motion, the ginger-haired kelpie sucked in his lower lip to gently grind his teeth against the flesh. Millions of thoughts were filtering through his head without a second of hesitation. Sinister anxiety crept over his shoulders as the pressures of everything that could potentially go wrong weighed hefty on his shoulders.
He swallowed hard as he waited. What if his partnered hated him?! Or they failed to get along?! A soft, nervous whine left the depths of his throat. Forcefully, he removed his lower lip from his mouth, taking long, calming breaths. Around him, he heard people walking, conversing as easy as the sun rising in the morning hours. He wished for the capability, alas, Scott discovered himself stuck in his present situation. Another deep breath entered his lungs, down into the depths where it was held before being softly released in a long, slow exhale.
He adjusted his position, hands splaying onto the papery, white and red checkered table cloth used to decorate the picnic tables. Soothing words entered his head, tainted by the wolfish thoughts of his anxious brain. However, through it all he breathed, leveled it out, reminded himself he would be alright. In the soft breeze, he calmed himself with a set of simple preening gestures. A hand leaving the table to softly brush way loose strands of hair that escaped his ponytail before joining the other and ridding wrinkled from his clothes.
Only moments later would a surprised gasp escape his lips as his body tensed. Unexpectantly, his partner had arrived, Scott's anxieties distracting him at the perfect time. A whimper was repressed from the sudden comment as his green eyes analyzed his partner. A blue-haired individual with bright yellow-green eyes shining from their face. They were a radiant individual, somebody who seemed to hold boundless energy and sociability. Surprise flickered in Scott's green eyes as the young stranger eased themself before continuing.
A soft laugh followed by gentler words than the first impression. It somewhat brought about a calm to young Scott as his body recovered from the initial startling comment.
"It's okay," he began softly, hands returning to the table. "I'm Scott. Uh, Hettire! Scott Hettire."
A soft whine slithered through his throat as he closed his eyes for a moment. A mental message of confidence entered his head before shifting to thoughts of being honest. It all prompted a sigh from the young man.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this... B-but it's nice to meet you too! I will try my best, I promise!" The endings of his sentence hastened as Scott attempted to make up for delays.
The ginger's eyes flitted away from his companion anxiously, darting between their environment and his partner. While Leith appeared benevolent and harmless, the sinister claws of social anxiety rarely provided Scott relief; particularly in situations with limited familiarity.
[attr="class","cc_text"] Leith can't help but silently take in the male's reactions before him. There was something oddly comforting about seeing how he responded to them. A mutual sign that the both of them were fairly nervous about this whole ordeal- even his apology for not being good at this screamed just how inexperienced he was. The banshee's hands rested upon their lap in a much more relaxed state as their shoulders cease the tension they once had. Knowing that they weren't alone in their insecurities and anxiety about taking this leap... it motivated them all the more! A deep breath followed before their lips tug a flashy yet friendly smile. "You know..." A small pause as Leith's eyes fell to the patterned table cloth.[break][break]
"I don't think there's anyone who's really good at- well-" Their hand left their lap to motion around vaguely. "at this! I mean meeting someone who can handle first interactions with a stranger! I won't believe it till I see it!" Leith nodded their head for further insistence. "So... don't worry about that, Scott! I'm pretty bad at this too but... I think I was lucky in getting someone who understands the anxieties about dealing with first meetings." A lightbulb appeared in their mind no more than a few seconds after finishing what they had been saying. Something the both of them could do to help ease off the awkward jitters and worries. "Oh! I know!"[break][break]
"Why don't you tell me what some of your hobbies are? I'll do the same! We can take turns... I think it might help in us letting loose a little. Like... get out of our heads a bit!" The banshee smiled. "We'll have no fun if we're here worrying about every little thing we say! or... or about not saying even!" They were here for the sake of friendship so perhaps the two could find a mutual interest! and maybe go off and do something! It was the whole point of the event so the banshee was determined to take full advantage.[break][break]
Ever since they came to terms with their memory loss... it had been scary for them to feel like they could just up and make friends with others again so readily. Though the more time they spent on their own- the more they had realized just how sad and lonely it was. It would do no good if they went on like that so in a way... signing up to this friendship event was their attempt at making a change for the better. [break][break]
A recluse, scared of judgement and being misunderstood for a thousand times. Will they ever understand? Or will I be left to alone forever?
[attr="class","scotttalker"]Inside the darkness of Scott's mind, his social anxiety played a cruel game. His fingers twitched anxiously as the man's heart rattled inside his chest. Every beat was a direct hit to the ginger's sternum, reminding him of the endless nervousness twisting inside his stomach and heart. Constantly, his green eyes flitted about wildly, as though confirming his safety at every ticking second. Social situations were never the anxious man's strong suit, yet, his determination reminded him of the overarching goal; to make new connections.
Hidden behind closed lips, Scott gently nibbled on the inner flesh of his mouth. The ginger-haired man desired the ability to smoothly speak with others. He wanted to avoid disappointing the individual he was paired with, which perpetually drove the concerns forward. Though, as the individual spoke again, nerves were gradually calm from the explanation provided by the stranger known as Leith. The generalized census about nobody being capable of managing the social occasions of meeting strangers without a single stumble.
The words provided by Leith gradually summoned the easing of Scott's shoulders. The tension left gradually as the blue-haired individual gave perspective to the emotions of others. Though, the single suggestion of sharing hobbies perked Scott up, his eyes locking on Leith.
"I like that idea... I just hope we have something in common," Scott spoke softly. "Um... well! I really like art, painting, drawing, stuff like that. I find it very calming. I don't mind playing a few relaxing games, like Harvest Moon! I think it's a cute game... What about you?"
The anxious man's voice exhibited the traits in a quiet, gentle tone drifting through his lips. He kept the information minimal, providing a few hobbies he appreciated. Relaxing games and the artistic interpretation of drawing and painting. It breathed endless amounts of life into his veins. The soothing nature of those hobbies allowed Scott to ease down and feel spared from the emotional turmoil of his social anxiety. His anxiety was nothing crippling, alas, it still resulted in difficulties aplenty. In his seat, Scott shuffled, adjusted from trepidation rather than discomfort in his seat.
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