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!
Cold weather inevitable arrived with the coming of winter's embrace over the world. The steady arrival would harold the coming of Elio's least favoured seasons. Never had the young angel favoured winter because of his disdain for the frigid temperatures. Threats of freezing temperatures haunted the young, dark-haired man; fortunately, today was among the warmer. However, there were instances where Elio, in spite of the cold ventured beyond his home. For days, the young angel locked himself away from a recent game obsession.
Hours were divulged into clicking away at buttons while shouting a chant of victory or a disappointed sigh of defeat. Nonetheless, spending seemingly endless amounts of time inside his posture-decorated room reinforced the requirement to free himself from his computer. Despite his infinite jubilee towards video games, exercise and fresh air were important for the young adult. Hence, he dressed warmly, tugging on a thick winter coat and pair of red, wool mitts with the Canadian flag on them. Their colour complimented the black and red jacket wrapped around his torso.
A red scarf was wrapped around his neck, edges hidden beneath his black jacket. Quietly, the young man walked, wearing a pair of hefty, black snow boots and dark-blue skinny jeans. Around him, the world was covered in a thin layer of white, sparkling snow. It coated the bare branches above and across the familiar wrought iron and stone fence of Crow Feather Park. From the main gate, the sounds of giggling children echoed through the park. As he entered, Elio spotted children throwing snowballs at one another. Witnessing the playful fight summoned a smile as Elio passed by.
For a moment, he remembered the days of his youth where he would play with his siblings while vying for attention. Part of him missed the playfulness, however, the discoveries with age allowed the young man to stabilize. Gradually, he strode forward, hands retreating to his pockets. Curiously, his blue eyes observed the stunning scene of a snow-covered park. The old, stone paths were long cleared by the town representatives, leaving the paths no longer slickened. Any ice patches would be devoured by salt meanwhile, the snow shovelled into piles used as ammo hills by children.
Between the laughing children and chattering parents, Elio's eyes admired the scenery... until they locked. The sensation transcended over Elio abruptly as his heart lurched and his eyes widened. A barely audible gasp escaped his lips as sudden excitement suffocated his entirety. Suddenly, his gasp changed to a giddy squeal as he prayed his optics were not playing a cruel trick! In the park, was a face he witnessed playing music many times! The familiar white hair and countenance causing the sensation of a soaring heart!
A deep breath was sucked into the pits of his lungs and held. Forcefully, tranquillity was summoned as Elio quietly approached, slowly releasing his breath. Nervousness devoured him as his hesitant steps led him forward. He needed to thank him... The man he discovered, Rowen D'Angelo, was apart of the band that allowed him to explore his love for music. That inspired his individuality and allowed him to break away from being another meaningless face! Ask The Undefeated, even with their abrupt breaking, was treasured by Elio from their influence.
As he stationed himself before the white-haired man, what he viewed was confirmed. Gently, he smiled, tinges of anxiety evident in his expression. Uncharacteristically, the sociable young man was reduced to a bundle of nerves in front of one of his most valued heroes.
"H-hey... um... You're Rowen D'Angelo, right? ... From Ask The Undefeated? I... I just wanted to say, thank you. You and your band helped me through a hard time and... uh... I really appreciated it... I'm a big fan," Elio began with an awkward cadence of admiration. "If... you're not busy, maybe we could get coffee? As a thank you, you know?"
Compared to his other interaction, anybody could easily notice Elio's nervousness. While he admired the entire band and recognized their names and styles, approaching a member of it brought endless anxiety. Concerns of rejection or creating a scene marked by discomfort flooded through his mind. Rarely, would somebody gain a prestigious opportunity, though, he imagined for individuals apart of the music scene, it was a common nuisance. As Elio remained standing nervously stiff, his fingers crossed inside the warm wool gloves as he pleaded the man would agree.
The dark-haired man held bated breath as his eyes nervously adverted eye contact. Despite pursuing guitar similar to another band member, Mallow Key, Elio nonetheless admired every member of Ask The Undefeated. From those who continued living, to the unfortunate deceased member.
I sit around trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry strange voices are saying, (What did they say?) things I can't understand it's too close for comfort. this heat has got right out of hand. it's a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer (Leaving me) leaving me here on my own. It's a cruel, (it's a cruel), cruel summer now you're gone
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A walk around the park to escape the thoughts that wouldn't stop flooding his mind. That kept him chained to a past where he just didn't seem to be able to get over. Time and time again no matter how many days passed, no matter how many times he awoke... he'd always awake in a cold sweat. Body trembling and plagued with the forgetfulness of whatever he dreamed that caused him to be like this. A shower could only do so much so Rowen started running one day in hopes of chasing it off. It stuck to him and now this trend found itself into being something that was mandatory for him in the morning hours. [break][break]
Yet... within recent times did he find that time would bleed together and he'd be doing this for a lot longer than he used to. That it would take hours before he could be free of the burden that was his mind. Listening to music never helped and had only made it all the worse. The feeling of drowning would consume him and he'd stagger; having to pause for a handful of minutes at most until he could push himself up and off the ground. Everyone around him had been carrying on with their lives. Doing something productive or of use but Rowen found himself stuck. He hit a wall that he couldn't get over, a wall he wasn't sure if he was prepared to take on at all.[break][break]
So his feet came to a halt as his hands cup his cheek. The cold winter air made his skin sting but it did nothing to freeze the feeling within him. His breathing deepened as his hands dropped to his side in defeat. Would he ever recover from this? From the lost of his friend... to the lost of his voice. He was stuck in a perpetual place he couldn't find a way out of. Sinking... he was sinking and the only thing that managed to get him back on balanced was the mention of his name in addition to the group he'd never hear again.[break][break]
His head turns as he took a deep breath, unaware of how much he had been out of breath until the black haired male dared to make the approach. There was no hiding the shock on his face about hearing that name but Rowen sucks in a deep breath as a smile is forced. The last time they greeted fans like this... they were all together and now when Rowen looks around. He's alone... and he'll probably stay like this. "Uh yeah...?" It's awkward for what he used to be like. Rowen felt like a shell of who he once was... the social interaction capabilities he had went down the drain in the time he's avoided going out or seeing anyone.[break][break]
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if it was him... Rowen knew he wouldn't want him to turn a blind eye to a supporter like this. So Rowen turns to face him as his lips did it's best to tug a genuine smile in his weakened state. "We did such a thing for you?" It's amazing to think that this was a thing. To hear that they impacted ones life so heavily when the entire group fell apart with the drummer. "You still even claim to be a fan after everything." There's forced laughter but his gaze averts. It hurts but it makes him happy. It's sweet yet so very bittersweet at the same time. To be acknowledged as the vocalist of Ask the Undefeated now stung. It made his skin feel like it was on fire. "Must've been one real huge fan, huh? Thanks... for the support."[break][break]
"Never imagined I'd find fans for us in this day and age but to see you here in the flesh still means we have you lot around, huh?" It may not be outright clear by the tone but there's small shifts in pitch, the way he mumbles those words. It was still a sore subject even despite all the time that had passed. The mention of coffee makes him laugh and... Rowen had to give it to this one here. He was definitely resilient. Not many people would be so bold to ask a thing and yet here he came taking it for himself. "How about you tell me your name first... and then we go for coffee?"[break][break]
Excitement exploded in Elio’s veins as he hopped on his feet and his mind raced rapidly. Before him stood one of his heroes, an idol pedestalled in his mind because of the positive influences given. Ask The Undefeated became crucial in his strive for individuality. In those darkened moments masked with feelings of inadequacy and failure, the incredible band-assisted Elio in learning about himself and becoming the man he was today. In short, he owed Ask The Undefeated everything he gained in his personality.
Inside his ears, Elio’s heart pounded as blood rocketed through his veins. The exhilaration felt from being granted the prestigious opportunity to meet a single member of his favoured band summoned him to nirvana. Lurking in the depths of his mind were prayers of not overwhelming the wondrous lead singer in his moment of complete starstruck. The giddiness exploding through his body was impossible to contain. Rather, it manifested itself in the form of exhilarated bobbing on his feet with the brightest grin across his face.
The jubilee discovered in the confirmation of the man’s identity only increased those positive emotions. Though, in the depths, his mind chastised him about appearing abnormal or weird… He refused to freak out his hero with the rollercoaster of emotions entering him! The bliss, the excitement, it all intermingled into a bubbling brew Elio attempted to desperately contain within himself. However, worries existed nonetheless as the man spoke in an awkward cadence.
To avoid the push to concern, Elio narrowly ceased his bouncing feet and answered with a small nod. Yet, his hand proceeded to anxiously fidget as he smiled at the man.
“S-sorry if I’m a little overbearing... I just really valued all the band members... I know it may have not been your intention, but you changed my life, you know?” His voice became softer as his bashfulness grew.
Explaining further the circumstance of his admiration for one of his heroes... it was a lot. His heart was beating in his ears from anxiety rather than deeper feelings. The nerves crawling over his shoulders made hairs across his neck stand on end. He never prepared for a situation where he would meet an individual he valued immensely and admired for years. As the man responded to his claims, the angel’s nods grew faster in confirmation.
“Yeah! I just... really appreciate it. I don’t know where I would be without that,” he added in a gentle tone.
Uncertainty filled Elio over his request for a sharing coffee under the banner of an appreciative thank you. The white-haired man, Rowen D’Angelo, perhaps avoided manifesting these connections or worried about the possibility of obsessive fans... The angel knew part of him would be disappointed should rejection reach his ears, however, Elio could comprehend the choice. Though astonishment lit his face when he listened to an agreement.
A soft squeal escaped his throat as his hands clasped together. In his excitement, Elio bit down upon his lip to cease further displays of zeal; less he caused anxieties for his guest.
“First off, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The angel started with a slight hop, his breaths turning to deepness to avoid over-exertion of his elation. “An-anyways! Elio Frost, my name is Elio Frost.”
Nervous excitement exhibited itself in Elio’s turn as slight tones of anxiety mingled and danced with hyperness. A simple agreement increased the dark-haired man’s mood to cloud nine. For years, he fantasized about the notion of holding even a minor conversation with a member of Ask The Undefeated. Thus, the angel happily hopped, his head processing and thinking at extreme speeds and without a pause as surprise and joy stunned him.
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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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