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.
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[attr=class,bulk] The golem waltzed right into the base of a gang he had no affiliation with. It was a well notorious group around the parts he had been lingering within and the small fluffy creature came here with one goal in mind. In hunt for a certain purple-looking dinosaur who would be the point of this unannounced visit. He knew enough about her to know that she had what he needed but when it was flipped he was the real mystery and his appearance without a doubt would cause suspicion. Maybe even alarm but the last thing he expected was for an axe to nearly come swinging down on him. He barely managed to slide out of the way but a growl erupted from his throat with the choice words of "what the fuck are you doing?" Though looking at it after it had taken placed... it makes sense for him to be struck by an axe. He was an intruder after all. [break][break]
Being on the floor was much more of a danger than not so he began to flap his wings which eventually allowed him to flutter and fly up and off the ground. His small arms cross against his chest while he grunted and growled out his intentions to the strong female before him. "I ain't your fuckin' enemy so quit swinging your damn axe! I didn't come here to be made into minced-fuckin-meat!" Heliotrope had other intentions for his appearance before her, the unfortunate hand that he had been dealt left him in a precarious situation that gave him no choice but to actively seek out assistance from outside help. If he had a say in this he wouldn't be here right now.[break][break]
Having to plead with another person for the sake of his own safety was something that deeply enraged the golem as well. He was always one who took care of things all by himself but the great hinderance of the body he possessed in comparison to his last could not compare. Not one bit. A man who had once been strong reduced to a weakling. His only good feature was the inherit ability of speed he received but it could not make up for all the drawbacks the body possessed/ He couldn't even pack a punch anywhere near the same level he once had. A single strike to the gem around his neck and he was gone. "I have a fuckin' request so are you gonna stop your moanin' and bitchin' and let me speak or what?"
The comforts of street life paled in comparison to the moralistic ease of average living. RCMP patrolled the sidewalks, observant eyes oftentimes searching for the subtle hints of trouble. Risks consumed their lives as watchful eyes prepared to report the wrongdoings being accomplished. Though, the exhilaration and fortunes of a life criminal in nature locked Naomi Blackwater in her position. Gang leader of the Battle Axes, she was bound to the realm of unlawful affairs from a willing choice.
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Those decisions derived from limited options and memories of her bothersomely recognizable appearance brought her here; hanging around an alleyway surrounded by low-income houses taken over for her gang. The dinosaur-esk woman had escaped the main housing area for meetings and roughhousing in favour of natural air. Behind her, the sounds of walls being bumped into and shouts trickled out the door. A soft eye roll was accomplished as Naomi strode into the alleyways for a quick break from the combative atmosphere.
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The large woman's shoulders rolled the soft jingling of a sheathe's buckle reaching her ears. Over the top of the black winter coat with a white fur accent around the hood was the handle of Naomi's axe. The hefty weapon discovered a residency on the gang leader's back whenever she escaped the warmth of her home. A friend who protected her from both the sinister and the good samaritans jutting into her business. Designed to be the sharpened blade to defend her younger sister, Naomi placed plenty of trust in the infamous weapon of her gang.
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In her straying from the main activities, Naomi's hands retreated to her pockets. In silence, her eyes wandered, pondering the future as thoughts of potential threats. Her parents lurked the world, brimming with malicious intentions towards their living daughters. Undoubtedly, they would be searching Canada for Naomi and the younger sister in order to bring the knife upon their hearts. A return as a golem summoned the responsibility of protecting her little sister from their perilous ways and villainous ideals.
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Through the fortress of mind, her eyes analyzed the scene before her, detecting details with every stride... in the midst of grimness, they locked. In the coolness of late autumn air, Naomi lunged herself forward, axe entering the grasp of her dominant hand and swung. The crackling of rocks and spraying rumble filled the air followed by a series of profanity. An intruder entered her domain, a grey, blue and white creature with several white markings decorating its pelt. A growl rumbled from the large's woman's throat as the real-life Digimon spoke.
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The creature proclaimed not being an enemy, however, somebody of her station could never be certain. She lifted her weapon, turning towards the mysterious creature, hands around the axe handle.
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"You're not an ally, so what the fuck else would you be?" The dinosaur woman growled.
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From the creature's mouth was a masculine voice, suggesting the male gender. Though, the mention of a request brought a confused furrow to her brow with underlying concerns of trickery. Alas, she straightened her back, a single hand dropping to let the head of her massive axe rest on the concrete.
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"What the fuck do you want, Digimon?" She asked in a growl.
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The purple-skinned golem would provide the stranger with a chance to speak, yet, she maintained caution. Her fingers were wrapped solidly around the axe's handle. If this stranger decided to do something ignorant, she would undoubtedly swing hard again.
[attr=class,bulk]Never had he realized that he'd end up here; end up in some silly-looking body which lacked in about everything his former body excelled in. He was a formidable opponent once but as much bark and bite he had — this chick really could crush him in a single blow if he failed to respond fast enough. It put to shame the man he once was, the efforts he poured into establishing himself and making a name for his strength. Surely, if word ever did come out of his reappearance many would reassume their hunt for his life. Before he had the resources to prevent and even defend himself but now that he listened to some idiot who proclaimed if he came back he'd be stronger than ever... He was duped and put in a situation where he was put in a body that lacked in everything he used to excel in.[break][break]
Heliotrope didn't even have the luxury of defending himself either, his strength was close to none and the only saving point was the fact he was faster than most but it didn't necessary mean he was safe just because of this one fact. There was also the fact he had become some ugly fluffy thing but the most notable thing of all? His core was right around his neck, exposed and dare if anyone with ill intents were to realize... He'd be dead. The golem had no choice to suck up his pride, had no choice but to ignore the obvious irritation about having to rely on anyone or anything. The Battle Axes were a moderately known gang around these parts of town, never knowing any of them personally but he's heard the name here and there and with his connections did he force out the location of some poor man.[break][break]
This purple-looking dinosaur bitch had to be of some importance from his assumptions of how she carried herself. His head tilted to the side as a irritated twitch of his lips happened. "Get that shitty fuckin' axe outta my face — Didn't I fuckin' say I came to talk or are ya incapable of understanding english?" A low growl rumbled out of his lips as the fuzzy golem's wings flapped behind him to help him fly up and momentarily out of the reach of the axe. His tiny arms had crossed against his chest as a long drawn out sigh escaped him. "I need yer protection." It's a loud and clear - straight to the point response.[break][break]
"Some bastard deceived me and got me to come back- only to put me in this fuckin' ridiculous body." He motions to himself. "In my past life I've done some shit and I had a number of people who wanted vengeance or some crap comin' for my head. Once word gets around I'm back and around- I'm royally fucked." He shrugs. "I've heard a few things 'bout this shit-... this gang." It wouldn't be best to insult the very thing he had been asking to defend him so he shifted what he had said. "I'm willin' to payback a hefty amount if ya agree to put me under your watch." [break][break]
"There's a lot more details of my situation that I could fill ya in on but that's generally what 'm fuckin' here for. The reason I can't do it myself is— This body..." His hands motions to himself. "I have little to no strength AND ..." his fingers gesture to his core right around his neck. "Fuckin' exposed like hell- this thing gets hit? I'm dead for real." He had been exposing all his cards and weaknesses to the lady right before him. Putting trust in someone he had not one clue of but it was all out of desperation. No one he knew relatively close to him were ones he could trust. It said a lot if he felt he could confide in some random gang in comparison to anyone he might've actually had connection too.
A low growl rumbled through the row of razor-sharp teeth as the stuffed animal dodged the edge of her axe. Every action had operated as instinctual. The golem's fixation on protecting her gang, the closest thing to a full-blown family she possessed nowadays. The woman's striking yellow eyes were locked and narrowed as she observed the stranger. The axe had narrowly carved into the plush creature's skin, though his speed allowed for the unsavoury survival. Nonetheless, the ground beneath the axe's blade accumulated to rumble.
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The crumbled concrete was a representation of Naomi's intense strength. A single swing and her weapon of choice managed to deal devastating amounts of damage. Anybody with a sense of intelligence or foresight perhaps would have considered connecting the gang's name with the used weapon. The dinosaur-esk woman's heavy axe was a valuable tool. The final present from her grandparents provided for the protection of her younger sister, Fran. Wrapped in his ignorance, the pint-sized Digimon callously insulted the infamous weapon.
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The woman adjusted her grip, blade pointing towards the small fuzzball. Her brows narrowed further as anger flickered in their yellow hues.
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"Think twice before you talk shit about my weapon," the words grumbled from the depths of her throat. "Now be quick before I decide I want pre-sliced Digimon."
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The golem's brows furrowed as at the creature's request. Protection was among the things few decided a gang was optimal to provide. Her back straightened, revealing the entirety of her intimidating height. Taller than a majority of people, Naomi's height and build made her a frightening foe on the battlefield. The skill she possessed only increased those opinions of the Battleaxe's leader. Her locked eyes remained upon him as he explained, focus and trained. Gradually, she pulled the axe's blade away, hefting it over her shoulder.
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"Why the hell are you coming to us then? If you can 'payback'? Why not get a proper fucking bodyguard?" The anger in his tone was quenched, alas, a festering seriousness arrived in its stead.
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Gangs were not among the most moralistic environments, and the Battleaxes possessed no gripes with committing a few crimes to protect themselves and continue the hustle. Therefore, the male golem's explanation left unanswered questions she required answers for before he could be brought anywhere close. Strangers, in reality, posed the true threat to those within the group. People who could divide them, conquer or abruptly rat out their activities, with ample proof, to authorities.
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The young woman had not operated her group for years to have somebody yank the carpet beneath; let alone allow that to be a pathetic Digimon of all things! Hardness developed in her eyes as the serious nature of the circumstance infected them. Flickers of skepticism exhibited themselves across her face, though, she was certain about something... The stranger carried himself similarly to a criminal. The manner he acted bore the traits similar to herself, almost like a mirror. Alas, likemindedness would not result in her guard being dropped.
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The Battleaxes were her method of protecting Fran on a limited budget and without eyes aplenty discussing her recognizable mug. Conventional means for a woman such as Naomi were probable to result in a nasty downfall given her unique traits. As a gang member, nobody wanted to know where she resided and merely the area to avoid. It became the better alternative to protect the only family she had left.
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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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