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.
We let power and greed corrupt our collective heart,
we feel ashamed being alive and awake,
we can't love anything because they keep us afraid
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There was a slight chill in the winter air, but nothing the sixteen year old wasn't use to. He had lived in colder climates, after all. His mother loved to drag his sorry ass from province to province. Her favourite had been that god-awful prairies where the winter winds was strong enough to kill. Yeah, Bobby didn't miss that hellhole one bit.
Bobby, with his black parka and infamous green toque on, headed toward the cemetery gates. The moon hung high in the blackness above. Normally he would be frightened to come here at night... okay, he still was, but that was the point. Bobby was tired of feeling afraid and so he decided to do some exposure therapy. He had read online that the more you expose yourself to the things you fear, the less likely you will be afraid when you encounter them again. It wasn't cemeteries themselves that spooked the poor boy. Oh no, it was the creatures that could possibly be wondering inside.
Swallowing any sense of fear that rose in his chest, Bobby grabbed the green backpack from his shoulders and threw it over the gate. He then, with skill and practice, jumped onto the gate, grabbing two cold, metal bars between his bandaged hands, and began to climb. To any onlooker, it would appear that the tall teen didn't have to try very hard to sail over the gate and land next to his pack with a light thud.
Slinging the pack back onto his shoulders, Bobby began to walk towards the cemetery path where his mini adventure would begin.
It had been a warmer day now that winter was finally coming to a close, but nighttime...nighttime still sucked. It had taken him quite a bit of strength to go there and it had been something on his mind for a long time and he had even wanted to do this while living with his grandfather Raum. But the topic had been...it just hadn't been something he had got around to doing, damn it.
Nicolas had flown over the locked gates...and boy had that been the most ungraceful floppy mess one had ever seen. He didn't like to fly...and he had been given an earful time and time again about it...but it just wasn't his thing. It was the same bloodly thing as people not using their legs for running a marathon. Just because you had something didn't mean you had to use it.
The place was pitch black besides the light from the moon lurking somewhat behind some passing by clouds and then the street lights on the outskirts of the gates gave some more visibility. Nicolas would have come during the daytime, but he didn't actually want to run into anyone which wasn't normal for him. He was one of those people who didn't care if the room was crammed with a hundred people so long as he was left alone they could do whatever.
A sigh left him as he crouch down in front of a tree and stared at the snowy ground. He had been wandering around for a bit trying to find the perfect place...a place where he could...just...set up an area he could bring flowers. They would die because it was winter...but it was about damn time he started showing her respect and for him to stop being a coward when facing her death. The memories caused him to clench his hands into fists and just like that he was cursing under his breath and stepping away. He wasn't ready for this...it was cold and he just needed to do this at a later point.
Never would he have imagined what happened next. Just as he was coming around the corner toward the front gate...a bag...not just any bag a freaking backpack landed on his head. The teen's eyes widened as one of the loops actually hooked on his horns and almost threatened to take his head down to the ground with it. Luckily he didn't and was now peering around for the f**king culprit. Brown eyes narrowed on the silhouette of some riff-raft who had chucked his item so carelessly. The teen pulled the bag off and crossed his arms waiting for him to land before he threw the bag back at him.
"Watch where you throw your crap," he snapped as he stepped out from the shadows and glared daggers at the teen.
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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.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.