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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The Staff
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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!
The morning started with the hasty bustle of the classic morning routine for Elio Frost. He roused from his bed, brushed his hair and teeth and got dressed in his uniform for the Golden Spoon Dinner. The simple black long-sleeved server's shirt sported a white nametag with a small golden spoon with the name Elio etched upon it. Three buttons were fastened to the neck, causing the collar to lay firm against Elio's neck. Beneath he wore a pair of blue jeans, freshly washed and suiting for the dark shirt.
Once the uniform was satisfactory, Elio walked around his bed. On the bedside table was Elio's phone, stationed with the charger plugged in. A soft notification noise echoed from the speaker as he unplugged his phone, telling him the device was no longer charging. Promptly, he slid the phone into his jeans pocket where it was secured. The young man retreated from his bedside, walking towards the dark wood desk. Off the computer chair, Elio plucked a navy-coloured hoodie. Smoothly, he pulled it over his arms, tugging it close for warmth.
Moments later, he grabbed his wallet and car keys, sliding them into the unused pocket of his jeans. Afterwards, he hurried downstairs, greeting his family and making himself two slices of toast and pouring himself a cup of orange juice. Hastily, Elio finished his food, consuming the toast and chugging the orange juice. When finished, he rose from the kitchen table, dishes in his hands. Each filthy dish was placed into the dishwasher before Elio gave his farewells and hurried towards the front door. He pushed through the front door.
Off the front porch, Elio went down the front stairs. A few vehicles lined the street because of the sheer amount of family members in the Frost family. Out of the miniature lot, Elio's car was a small, red car purchased for the purpose of transportation. He entered the car, easing back in the driver's seat as he connected his phone. In a few clicks, his favourite band, Ask The Undefeated, pumped through the speakers. Once comfortable, he started the required steps and drove to his job located just outside the Business District of Lorsette's downtown area.
Upon reaching work, Elio pulled into the vacant parking lot, entering the building in the early hours of the morning where time ticked on. Work passed similar to a blur as breakfast arrived followed by many coming for brunch. Lunch was greeted with a similar blurring of passing faces, smiling and bringing people their meals. Though once the golden zone of lunch passed and 2:00 pm hit, things eased. The straggling people searching for a late lunch would be coming inside for meals while the excitement of an hour of work remaining roamed his veins.
From an opening in the kitchen, Elio and another server observed the flowing outside, when an auburn-haired man entered. Once he was seated, the angel grabbed a menu from the stack and nodded at his coworker. He approached the table chosen by the young man, notepad and pen held by a black half-apron.
"Good afternoon, sir! Welcome to the Golden Spoon, I will be your server," Elio opened, handing the man the menu. "May I ask how you are on this fine day?"
A friendliness consumed Elio's voice with his spoken words. Across his lips played an amiable smile, strong after being in customer service long enough to adjust. Quietly, he waited for the man's response, hoping to create easement and a friendly bond through the startings of small talk. Embulient with sociability and benevolence, one would discover Elio as somebody suiting for the customer service scene. He thrived off conversation and enjoyed having the opportunity to meet people through his occupation, though, his passions laid in music.
Nonetheless, he planned on enjoying the customer service scene when possible before hopefully moving onto a job in music. Part of him prayed he could become a musician, though, another portion considered avenues such as teaching.
season: winter » time of day: afternoon » tag: Elio Frost!
Time had passed by slowly since his escape from Lord Razyl's castle. The world was unfamiliar to him... intimidating and scary, even, for he'd never step foot outside of the grand castle walls prior to his rescuers arriving. Everything was vast... and surprisingly less cleanly and grand seeming than how his daydreams and fantasies of the outside world would look like. Lorsette was the first city he'd ever been to, and he felt much like a newborn duckling, waddling and struggling to stay afloat in the bustle of the city's streets.
He'd spent ample time within the underground headquarters of the Cooperative his newfound guardian and ally, Cashel, belonged to whilst being introduced to the group and properly made an equal among them. It was evident that Alfonse couldn't be abandoned, left to fend for himself when he'd spent his whole life in the isolation of Lord Razyl's quaint and royal estate... the world was harsher, crueler and less forgiving than what the boy could realize. Dangers of monsters lurking around ever corner further reinstated the fact that Alfonse needed to be welcomed into the Cooperative's community, becoming a contributing member while in return receiving protection from the world and from being found.
A charm-infused pendant wore upon his neck, one that he was never to take off if he didn't wish to be tracked by Razyl. It was but within recent times when he was given a tour of the city by Cashel, being introduced to the main components of what Lorsette had to offer. He was too given a cellphone, one to use for staying in touch with his cooperative peers and Cashel himself. He was reminded, over and over, that they would be like a family to him...
As he strolled outside into the cool, frosty winter air of Lorsette City he could see his breath visibly breathing out in front of him. It was a cold afternooon... he would have often spent days like this reading by the large fireplace of his bedroom, or making snow angels and snowmen in the garden courtyards. His life felt like a lie to him... and what had once been fond memories of being raised within the castle of Lord Razyl's ruling was met with betrayal and confusion.
He tried not to think about it as he walked the short distance to a restaurant called the Golden Spoon. He was to meet with Cashel for a late afternoon lunch... and to discuss his options for work involving the Cooperative. The man's goal was to have him as established as possible, while being a guiding hand along the way.
Being outside left a looming anxiety over him... one that he was growing accustomed to through his sparse outings. So long as he didn't leave Lorsette, and didn't take off his necklace, he'd be safe... thats what he kept telling himself.
Entering the Golden Spoon, Alfonse's fox ears gently twitched upon the sudden warmth hitting against him from the inside heater. He meekly looked around, hoping to see Cashel already seated... but as he looked over the tables, the man was nowhere in sight. His stomach hurt, both from hunger and nerves due to being on his own in a still unfamiliar world... but it hadn't been his first time particularly entering this restaurant. He'd been here before with Cashel for breakfast, and it was largely why Cashel suggested they meet here today. It was close, and Alfonse knew where to go.
A soft sigh left him, before Alfonse found a table by a window... that way he could watch for his ally. It was but moments later when a waiter came over, Alfonse instantly straightening his posture with alertness from his sensitive ears catching sound of his footsteps.
"Good afternoon, sir! Welcome to the Golden Spoon, I will be your server,"
Opening his hand, he brought forth a menu for Alfonse to take, and the Kitsune anxiously smiled with dazzling Aquamarine hues shyly avoiding his gaze.
"May I ask how you are on this fine day?"
The young man was friendly in demeanor, incredibly so. B-but Alfonse... wasn't the most well-socialized, and found himself internally fumbling for an answer. "A-ah, u-um, thank you..." He politely attempted his words, upon being offered the menu. His hands held it, lowered against the table, and his gaze wavered shyly to the boy's fair complexioned face. "I-I'm well, h-how... how are you?" He asked in return.
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A brilliant smile stretched across Elio's face as he regarded the customer with bright eyes and an expression brimming with warmth. The man's blue hues gazed over the newcomer, soft curiosity glimmering amidst the depths of his ocean eyes. Naturally, the Golden Spoon attracted new customers on the regular. The establishment was well-known in Lorsette for its wonderful and simple home-cooked recipes and friendly service. Thus, during the summer and autumn months when tourism reached its climax, new faces were a regular.
However, having worked at the Golden Spoon since his youth, Elio knew service calmed to primarily Lorsette citizens during the winter months. While inevitably he never memorized the entering faces, his interests piqued upon the entrance of an unfamiliar face. Furthermore, with the restaurant reaching its before-supper lull, the opportunity to create connections with patrons existed. Already, the chance resulted in the gentle bouncing of Elio's feet as he regarded the warmly dressed man with aquamarine eyes.
The man's posture was straightened, alert, however, the specific reasons were beyond the dark-haired server. He believed the stranger's body language to signal regular reactions to noises. Furthermore, given the enhanced senses of a portion of species, Elio was none the wiser to the stranger's anxieties. These beliefs only shifted when the angel managed to hear the soft stutters of a nervous man and the bashful avoidance of gazes. Shortly, Elio's lips adjusted to a softer, compassionate smile for the young, shy man.
"No problem," he started, voice maintaining friendliness, but shifting to a softer tone. "I'm good, thank you."
The server's eyes observed his customer, occasionally shifting to avoid placing pressure onto the shy patron. He wanted to avoid sparking further anxiety if it could be assisted. Inside his head, the gears turned as he debated possibilities to begin the small talk.
"I don't think I have seen you here, are you new to Lorsette?" The angel inquired softly.
Undoubtedly, Elio would be unable to recognize everybody inside Lorsette. The location was a sprawling city with many unfamiliar faces, however, the dark-haired man enjoyed people remarking on how they came across the Golden Spoon. Nonetheless, it was regularly an excellent first step to start a conversation with a newcomer.
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