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.
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“Just fuckin’ great…” [break][break] The TRS really knew how to ruffle his feathers. (Granted, pissing Bell off wasn't a hard feat to accomplish, especially if you were already on the feisty rooster’s radar.) First, a new trainee was so hastily thrown into his lap without so much as a care, and now he had to deal with new blood in HIS territory! Ridiculous. Bell knew something was amiss when the bossman mentioned the possibility of a new male security guard. What was the TRS going to throw at him next, another rooster familiar? Oh, they would rue the day if that ever happened. The thought alone sent a shiver of annoyance up Bell’s spine, causing the deep red feathers on his wings to quiver with unspoken irritation. He mouthed the word fuck before pulling himself away from the security monitors. Despite his disapproval of the situation, Bell would have to bite the bullet on this one. He owed this organization his life. They gave him a job - a purpose to be alive. The least he could do was grow up and play nice with the new kid. Bell took a deep breath to calm his nerves before exiting the security room. [break][break] Things could always be worse. [break][break] After straightening his uniform, the familiar leaned against the security room door. Wings folded behind him as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. The new guy was told to meet him here, so Bell figured he could meet him in the hall. A curious mind began to ponder what he’d be up against. Disrespect and bullshit wouldn’t be tolerated as Bell had every intention of establishing a swift pecking order once he saw the guy. Hopefully this new hire, whoever he was, would be able to stomach a not-so-sweet, and very sour, chicken.
[attr=class,bulk] It was a real shitty situation. He had signed up for the TRS, cause it sounded like the closest thing to the holy army he could think of, and they stuck him with a security job. He wasn't expecting somethin' grand, like being a leader or whatnot, but a guard? That was the type of shit you gave a newbie. And now he had to meet his 'co-worker' and get 'acquainted' like he was going on some play-date. But when he really thought about it, hell, he probably didn't get a better job cause he never told them about his previous job experience as a general, and all the shit he did back in the day that could be considered the stuff of legends, so it was whatever. There was no point in cryin over stuff that he had caused. Lorenzo looked up, finally paying some attention to where he was going.
"Damn." He said with turn of his head. He was completely lost, and didn't have the slightest idea which way to go. He flicked away his stubby cigarette and reached in his pocket, pulling out a ruffled piece of paper. He looked at it for a minute, before crumpling it up and throwing it over his shoulder. Who the hell was he kidding? He would find his way eventually, there was no need to confuse himself further with the crappy map they had given him. He lit another cigarette and turned right, without a real care on whether or not he was going the right way.
Lorenzo kept walking for a while, his mind wandering, until his cigarette ran short once again. He looked up. And in front of him, at the end of a long hall, was a small door with the word 'Security' hastily plastered on. He looked up at a clock, it appeared he was only 10 minutes late... earlier than he expected. Throwing away the butt of his smoked cig, he quickly waltzed to the door, wondering if his co-worker was the type to be pissed off about having to wait. He gripped the handle with a firm grasp and swiftly opened it, sleepily gazing upon his future office. Lorenzo walked into the room, closing the door behind him, and looked around the room with a bored yawn, his eyes finally landing on Bell, who he hadn't noticed leaning against the wall.
"Oh. Hey."
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Hey! Thanks for the starter! I was having some trouble earlier with the code, so if you were @ multiple times, it's because of that.
It's all good! I use the same table for another character. It can be a bit finicky xD
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A pair of golden eyes glanced up at the clock. What was taking the new guy so long? The fucker should have been here by now. Bell thought as an aggravated growl left his lips. He would wait a little longer. Bell shifted his weight, wings flexing as he did so. The new blood was ten minutes late. [break][break] The familiar was certain when he saw the guy he was going to lay into him for wasting his time. Just as he was getting ready to call it quits, the door to the security room opened. Soon the familiar was greeted by a very intimidating being. Bell could not deny the fact that this guy was big. Hell, big was an understatement. He was fucking massive; a mountain man that appeared to have been sculpted by the gods themselves. The new blood had a dangerous air about him. Even though alarms were going off in his head, Bell would not waver in his stance. Roosters weren’t known to back down from anything, it did not matter if this guy had the stature of a god. [break][break] Bell scoffed as the man made his way inside the room, yawned, then nonchalantly greeted the disgruntled TRS security guard. Bell had yet to introduce himself and already his feathers were raised like a mad dog’s hackles. The familiar had to bite back the urge to bear his spurs right then and there. "Disrespectful..." He hissed. A wiser man would have let the tardiness of their cohort go. No reason to be petty, right? Well, It was a real shame that Bell was anything but a wise man. Less than cordial tones would be exchanged from this point on - he was unamused by his company’s blatant disregard for punctuality. A rooster like Bell was a natural aggressor; the type to push buttons and challenge anything that had a pair. Being both unbelievably volatile and fearless was a dangerous combination of traits to have, especially when you were face to face with a dragon man that was nearly twice your size. The winged idiot could be standing in front of Volos: King of Hell, and still have the gall to insult the deity to its face. A newbie would receive the same treatment. [break][break] Tipping his head to the side Bell responded with, “Is that all you gotta say, huh?” Unbelievable! Unfolding his arms from his chest, the familiar confidently strolled over to Lorenzo, all the while cursing under his breath. “Fuckin’ pathetic...” He would stop a foot away from the opposing male. With eyes narrowed, and crimson wings fanned out in a display of intimidation, he continued, “I could have laid a goddamn egg, fuckin' hatched it, and put the chick through college by the time you got here, motherfucker!” Bell craned his head up to look the much taller blonde in his eye, his golden gaze was unwavering. An unspoken challenge had been initiated. It was time to establish a pecking order. As far as the familiar was concerned, this was his coop - he was top dog here. Bell would be damned if he allowed some ill-mannered newbie to get one over on him. “What took ya’ so fuckin' long?”
[attr=class,bulk] Lorenzo could feel the animosity ooze from his co-worker, and could tell what type of encounter this was gonna be. He had people like this in his army, folk who couldn't stand being below anyone else, and would take a shot at anyone and everyone whenever they could. They usually liked feeling in power, and he found that every time there was person like that, the only way you could get them to respect you was to beat them down or save them. They would either respect your power, or feel like they owe you their life. Unfortunately, neither of those options seemed viable in this situation, so he did the next best thing. He would give him what he wanted.
"I got lost on my way here."
It was a shitty excuse, but he didn't really care if Bell believe him or not. He pushed past Bell, sighing, and plopped down into a swivel chair. The pressure of his body nearly snapped the seat in two, but it surprisingly remained standing. Lorenzo yawned again. Damn, how was he getting bored already? He had just gotten there, and he was already half asleep. Thrumming his fingers across his broad chest, he swiveled in Bell's direction. "Oi, do you have a smoke?" He asked him, his voice dry. "You look like the type of guy that understands a good smoke."
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Sorry for the late/short response! I didn't wanna keep you waiting :"| {Also, I have no idea why the text is red.}
I think if you bold the letters they turn red. It's been a while since i used that table xD Also, I hope this is aright I wasn't sure how to end this post.
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Bell dramatically placed his hands on his hips, the red wings on his back swayed slightly as he did so. He then shot the much taller man a glare from hell, complete with squinty eyes and a fluffy furrowed brow. His tone was condescending at best when he said, “You got lost?” The familiar didn’t believe him - not a damn word of it. Sure, the TRS building was nothing to take lightly. The main building itself had multiple levels, not to mention the large basement. Still, the smaller blonde wasn’t too keen on believing him, especially seeing how he was yawning. [break][break] Did the TRS really expect him to deal with this guy? Their meeting had been for less than two minutes, and Bell was already over it. While most would have snapped back at Bell’s remark, the mountain man instead brushed past him, and sighed, before sitting in a swivel chair that clearly wasn’t built for someone of his size. The seat certainly voiced its protest as he sat down, the cracking noise alone caused Bell’s brows to raise. [break][break] For a moment, the rooster was speechless. Had this guy really just disrespected him like that? Furthermore, he was breaking the damn chair! “This motherfuc...” Bell's words trailed off to an aggressive growl that reverberated from his throat as he turned to face the seated giant. It was a sound that was reminiscent to the snarl a brooding hen would give to their flockmates when they came too close to their clutch. [break][break] The man then asked for a smoke. Bell quickly retorted with, “I don’t have a goddamn cigarette.” It was crazy! This guy was so calm about it. He could have easily grabbed the familiar, folded him in half and stuffed him into one of the desk drawers if he really wanted to, but instead, he simply asked for a little nicotine. Little did Bell know, he wasn't dealing with your average joe. “Listen, you can’t smoke in the building, hotshot.” [break][break] Bell scoffed, “You remind me of another person who works here, that Brasti-motherfucker. I’m sure mister iron-lungs can spare you a smoke, but right now you aren’t gonna get one.” It was a struggle for Bell to keep his cool. Leaning against one of the tables the familiar rubbed the back of his neck and muttered, “What a shit show.” under his breath. He then straightened his posture and looked to his companion once more. “I’ll make your tired ass do laps in the training yard the next time you're late, so straighten up buttercup.” [break][break] "Since you are here now, I will introduce myself. My name is Bell, and as I'm sure your little pea-brain guessed, we are going to be partners. You're already on my shit list pal, so it's best to drop the bullshit before we do any training, 'ight?"
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