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 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.
From as far as he could recall the chicken had always had a rather adverse reaction the winter season. When he had become one of the more unfavorable of his clutch, he had no comforts of warmth. Kicked out of the barn by those much healthier and stronger than him, forced to make by through the grueling weather with what little feathers he even had. Terrifying moments of waking up in the middle of the night feeling like an icicle. It was surprising to Flea how he managed to survive that but for some reason he was here.
Here once again in a situation that reminded of those harrowing days. His head laid back on the cold concrete floor as his eyes half-lidded stared up at the gloomy colored sky. The cold gush of air hits his cheeks and makes him shiver which unfortunately isn't beneficial for the chicken. He was littered in injuries, enough to where the simple tremble of his body made everything ache.
Flea could barely even muster the strength to let a whimper of pain flutter up and out of his throat. Time and time again would he face this same fate. No matter how much he tried to muster his strength, muster the courage to stand up to those who threatened him or got in his way. He always ended up as the one down on his knees, beaten into a bloodied pulp. Today was no different or actually... It might've been worse than the usual.
The pounding of his head with the addition of the cold was a recipe for the vision of the blonde to slowly fade into back. For his eyes to flutter close and the unavoidable fall into unconsciousness washed over him.
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The next time he awakes his body jolts upwards in a shudder which hadn't been the best reaction his body could have given his physical condition. An unfamiliar white ceiling was what his eyes first met with followed by his back resting upon the softest bed imagineable... and he definitely didn't have the luxury of sleeping in something like this normally. His pupils widen as his body trembles in a mix of fear and pain. Flea is scared to move, to analyze his new surrounding that was unfamiliar to him.
The last time he had been in such a place like this he was taken well care of for the hope of him being a meal. Such an experience has traumatized him to where being in an familiar place like this made him shut down. His body was crying at himself for thinking to move when everything felt as if it was broken but still he sat up and hugged his knees shakily to his chest.
Flea dropped his head on top of his knees, breath being a little strained due to his inner panic. Desperate and shaky whimpers escape his lips but unfortunately this was only the beginning. His eyes welt with tears as he closed them tightly. The faint sound of clicking outside the bedroom door is heard and it isn't long before it's opened. He hears a voice call out to him but Flea is much too scared to move, to respond to the one who put him here.
Better back down, you're in my domain. Got the whole crowd screaming out our name. It's a blowout, it's a hurricane, it's over before you know it. Why you shaking, we're a dynasty in the making, we're the royalty. Now we're breaking down the enemy. Move over for the soldiers. Take a swing, I can take a hit. If we die it's fine, we live for this, it's all for this. We're gonna stand on top with our hands in the sky, gonna raise our cup to the stadium lights. For the glory!
[attr="class","urieltalker"]A winter's walk through fluttering flakes and distant trees unfolded into an entirely different scenario. Maiming fresh snowfall was a blond man, his body battered, bruised, cut and everything in between. Faint specklings of red dotted the ruined sheets of white, sparkling flakes. A circumstance dire and a mind endlessly churning. In the instant, his legs sprung him forward as the walking man closed the distance between himself and the falling man fading from consciousness. He remembered lifting him atop his shoulders and hurrying to his vehicle.
Inside the warmth of his apartment, Uriel sat quietly at the living room table. Swirling steam rose from the light brown liquid filling his mug. The porcelain radiated with heat, tickling the elf's fingers as he sat. Only the steady tick of the clock echoed through the apartment. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Regularly, the sounds of action movies or video games would fill the young blond's apartment, alas, with his recent discovery he stuck to quieter actives. Thus, his back leaned against an armrest while a manga laid splayed open in his lap.
The cup was ferried to his lips where a tentative sip was taken. Warm liquid flushed over his tongue as tea rushed towards his throat. A soft sigh breathed through his lips as the cup retreated, his hand returning it to the nearby coster. In the morning hours, he found him, injured and losing consciousness quickly. A young blond discovered cold amidst the snow with no discernible origins or nearby family. The unfortunate young one appeared to have minimal injuries, though, Uriel worried more about the cold settling into his bones.
He was confident the blond would pull through without requiring a hospital visit, though the worry lingered. Despite the roaring terrors on the daily or criminal and Assembly exploits, Uriel never entered these circumstances. Discovering someone in the snow, injured was among the rarer occasions. Yet, the bodyguard found himself on the other side of the spectrum, being the one to harm another in the name of protection. A soft hum left Uriel's lips as his brilliant blue eyes crawled towards the door, locking onto it.
The particularly exciting graphic novel failed to captivate his attention for long periods of time. A single page would be read before his thoughts returned to the man resting in the room. Yet, he was uncertain exactly when the blond would rouse from his involuntary slumber. He had bandaged everything he could and placed the apartment to the appropriate room temperature. He even allowed the wounded stranger to rest in his covers to regain the lost warmth. Though the waiting game bothered Uriel the most as he remained on the couch.
Before his eyes could return to the manga, promise arrived in the form of stirs, whimpers and other noises. The elf's eyes widened in astonishment as he realized the stranger woke. Hastily, he plucked the bookmark from the table and placed it between the pages. The book was settled onto the table as Uriel rose from the couch. Hasty, gentle steps carried the young elf forward. At the front door, Uriel paused, listening for a few moments to the anxious noises contained in the closed room. A frown dropped onto Uriel's face as worry filled him.
Slowly, his hand reached for the doorknob, turning it to open the threshold. Inside, he discovered the blond curled up and anxious. Hesitantly, Uriel entered the room, keeping his footsteps quiet in an attempt to maintain a calmer atmosphere.
"Hey... you okay there?" His words escaped his lips softly.
The words were coaxing, each syllable gentle as Uriel attempted to shift things. He wanted to alleviate whatever was frightening the stranger further. As it currently stood, the stranger required delicate medical attention and plenty of care.
The words as gentle as they may have been did nothing to soothe or ease the anxiety coursing through the veins of the rooster. If anything at all, hearing his voice all the more clearer made Flea flinch. He closed himself in, exuding that the last thing that would likely help was if the other continued on closing the space between them. The last thing he needed was to further feel cornered, a lot more than he already had been. The only difference was unlike most Rooster's who would peck and stand their ground, he couldn't even manage that. His lips part to speak but nothing escapes beyond wheezes of both pain and nerves.
His face remained wet with tears but instinct kicked in and he had quiet down the noise he had been making now that the other had been in the room with him. His eyes remained fixated on the fellow blonde, watching his every move to ensure that he wouldn't try anything. His trust was shot due to the last time he put his faith in another person. All of it had felt so similar so it worried Flea that... it might be a repeat. Only that this time... he feared he might not end up alive. "Wh...why?" It's quiet and only for a second does he peel his eyes away to glance to the covers of the bed.
He squirms in place as he sucked in a deep breath. "Are you gonna 'urt me too...." It's not even a question at this point- more so an assumption that leaks out. "don't like pain... or being eaten.." Flea sniffs as he wiped at his nose with his tattered sleeve. "but, that's gonna happen, ain't it?" He mumbles bleakly, lacking any hope for his situation. His boss had told him if someone got their hands on him... surely, he would no longer be safe. He'd probably get eaten up like he was prior to joining the gang. It did nothing to help, thinking back on this conversation.
Flea had a hard time deciphering whether or not this strangers concern was real. After all, he was shown an act much like this one when he first thought he was free from abuse. For a while he had lived a happy life, lead to believe he was given freedom and treating normally as one would but the rug was pulled under him. That experience destroyed his sense of normality and even something as harmless as this went up into the air for him. Was he faking such care just to get something out of him? The chicken couldn't help but shudder and return to closing in on himself. The tears may have not been as rampant as they were initially but for sure had he still been shaking in fear.
It'd probably only increase if he tried to reach for him. "don't even taste that good..." He cared nothing for straining himself or his injuries if he felt his life was at risk. No matter how much his body ache with the position he had put himself in, he ignored it. "probably...s-so ...hhh... you don't have to act all nice! I already know..."
Better back down, you're in my domain. Got the whole crowd screaming out our name. It's a blowout, it's a hurricane, it's over before you know it. Why you shaking, we're a dynasty in the making, we're the royalty. Now we're breaking down the enemy. Move over for the soldiers. Take a swing, I can take a hit. If we die it's fine, we live for this, it's all for this. We're gonna stand on top with our hands in the sky, gonna raise our cup to the stadium lights. For the glory!
[attr="class","urieltalker"]The awakening of the stranger Uriel plucked from the roadside brought comfort to the young elf. Plans formulated inside the bodyguard's head at the actions he could for his guest. Potential meals, thoughts of spare blankets and procuring water for the stranger who entered his life. The hero wished to assist the man down on his luck and injured. Though with the stranger's awakening arrived information picked up on via observant eyes. The closing in steps only tensed his guest, surprise flickering in Uriel's sapphire hues.
A wavering step left Uriel motionless, providing his guest with the distance he required. Hesitantly, the bodyguard's feet shuffled backwards, praying the fellow blonde would ease. The stranger appeared anxious about his presence, seemingly panicking over his entrance into the room. In benevolence, Uriel remained quiet, allowing him the distance in hopes the man could breathe easily. The tear-soaked face of the dishevelled stranger brought a shift to Uriel's expression, a soft frown forming onto his lips.
A single-worded question summoned the following of Uriel's brows. They furrowed, exhibiting the traits of confusion as he gazed at the upset man.
"Why?" Uriel echoed quietly. "You looked hurt... so I wanted to help... Mend your wounds, get you some food, some sleep, you know, all the necessities."
The inquiry about him harming the other was greeted with a shake of the head. The elf never considered hurting the stranger, rather, he wished to assist with the recovery process. Shortly, his eyes widened in shock at the mention of him potentially eating the stranger. A more vehement head shake arrived with the abrupt accusation of cannibalistic intentions.
"Wha- ... Um... I don't plan on doing that..." He responded slowly.
The continuation of those accusations only stirred up further confusion for the young man. He never thought about devouring the stranger, the concept making his stomach churn uncomfortably. The man's upset proved a tumultuous past riddled with a cruelty that brought sympathy into his heart. From his position, Uriel watched the stranger. His previous apprehensions of the fellow's blonde attitude and personality making it difficult to approach. A breath entered his lungs, the elf holding it for a moment as he hummed softly with his thoughts.
Briefly, his eyes closed as he attempted to think of a game plan. Overstepping boundaries with the present situation was bound to cause discomfort to his patient. An exhale escaped his lips as his tongue soft clicked. Suddenly, his eyes opened, a gentle, somewhat neutral expression mingled with worry entering his countenance.
"H-hey... I won't do any of that, alright? I just want to help," his voice escaped his lips reassuringly. "If you want, you can have some more alone time in here. You can cuddle in the blankets and pillows. Just go ahead and make yourself at home, alright? If you want, I can even put some clean clothes on the dresser. You don't have to do anything you don't want to right now. I promise I don't want to hurt you at all, and especially not eat you. An-anyways, is there anything you need at all?"
There was a softness to Uriel's voice as he spoke to the frightened man. His hands were lifted in an attempt to exhibit harmlessness to the stranger. He wanted to help over anything else, thus, he laid everything out and hoped to at least start something.
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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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