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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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!
After having been unceremoniously dumped in the raggedy dog house last night and laying there until he passed out, the albino shiba finally woke again with the gentle waves of light that signaled the day. Listlessly staring out of the doghouse and up at the clear blue sky for a moment - the young familiar felt as if any and all hope for a better life was slowly draining from the future. His leg stung from where a larger dog’s fangs had latched onto, bruising and torn flesh under the dusting of his white fur. [break][break]
Eventually lifting himself to his paws, Charcoal sniffed around for some food but was disheartened to discover he hadn’t been left any. A small, pitiful whine left the small canine as he stepped out of his shabby residence. Last night, his contract had forgotten to leash him to the doghouse. While he would have to undoubtedly return, that meant he was free to scavenge for some sort of sustenance. Charcoal hesitated while he was still in the yard, head turning to glance back at the house where his master was likely soundly sleeping. [break][break]
He was hesitant to leave, fearing that if he were to be caught he would only face punishment. Eventually, the need to care for himself won out over the fear. On limping steps the albino shiba started to walk forward, his sights set on the more populated parts of Lorsette. Hopefully, someone there would take pity on a small bundle of white fluff. He was careful to avoid the roads as best as he could, sticking to lawns and sidewalks the most he could. [break][break]
Eventually Charcoal sat back on his haunches as he needed to give his injured leg a break, panting as he tried to regain his stamina. Ears perking at the sounds of footsteps, the shiba turned to regard the person who was about to walk by with a pitiful kicked puppy expression. A soft whine escapes as he picks up the faint scent of food, something he had come all this way to try and locate. Hopefully the stranger would take some sort of pity, and wouldn’t instantly rush away in a hurry.
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[attr="class","post"] "Here you are, ma'am." [break][break] "Cheers, man. Have a good one." [break][break] Nice weather for a walk. Not too chilly, no wind, a bit of morning sun. Early enough to hear the birds chirping, without so many of the roaring engines of the morning commute. A young girl in a large jacket greedily opened up one of the shawarma wraps she'd just purchased from an old Mediterranean food truck she'd heard about and took a bite. Succulent lamb juices filled her mouth, and she quickly cupped her free hand under her chin to catch the spill. After swallowing her first bite, she took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. It's been a while since I had a proper breakfast, she thought to herself, if this place were closer I'd come more often. Hefting her bag of groceries and taking another bite of her shawarma, she looked around to get her bearings. Sunrise... ocean... ...East. Food truck... ...Southwest? Something like that. She tried to spot her apartment building among the jungle of high-rises jutting out into the sky northward. She figured she'd try to reach the boardwalk, then at least she could get somewhere more familiar. [break][break] As Sinai wandered across yonder suburbia in perpetuum, her mind equally wandering, she startled slightly at the sound of a high-pitched whine. Turning on her heel, she looked down at a somewhat pathetic little dog staring up at her with pleading eyes. [break][break] She spent a moment staring at the creature. No collar. A stray? Its paw was raised, usually a sign of pain or injury. Maybe it accidentally got away from its owner and got hurt? As she studied it from her safe distance of ten paces or so, she noticed it panting heavily. It licked its chops. Sinai looked down at her hand full of shawarma, and suddenly felt a little guilty. No! Sinai's hunger growled at her, This shawarma is precious, delicious! It's ourssssss... She furrowed her brow in contemplation. She was still pretty hungry. C'mon, her sense of reason rebutted, it's just a little thing. It can have a bit. She looked from side to side, seeing no one was around. To the chagrin of her appetite, she cautiously lowered herself and carefully extracted a few slices of piping hot lamb from her wrap, holding them out in front of her. [break][break] "Hey there, little guy. You hungry? It's alright. You can have some."
The wounds bitten into him by another canine stung, pulsing awareness in the back of his mind. The tired exhaustion was spread through overworked muscles, meaning that he’d have to rest until some spark of life ignited again. The nagging sensation of wrongness still prickled at his nerves, warning him that he couldn’t be gone too long. The pleasing look he was fixating on the stranger was genuine, no trickery or fakeness for the downtrodden canine. He might not look like the cutest thing all roughed up as he was, but he was by no means aggressive. [break][break]
He probably looked more like a stray than anything else, a ragged feral dog battered by other wild animals and the elements. It was the mere neglect of his contract, though he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Could he ever survive on his own? Maybe if he wasn’t hurt he would have a fighting chance, but not like this. Was living the way he was even better than being a stray? Between forced aggression, being pitted against other canines of all sorts. Given little care, beyond the potential of how much profit he could make. Winnings were rewarded with food, and his injuries being treated. Failure was punished with neglect, careless tossing into his doghouse. Unintentionally he found another whimper escaping, his nose taunted by the scent of fresh food. His tongue drew over his lips, and his head tilted slightly. [break][break]
His ears twitched as the stranger slowly peeled free some of their food, slowly reaching out to offer it. At first he was hesitant, holding back despite this was what he wanted. At her words though, he was slowly coaxed towards her. Lifting himself from his seated position, to take slow steps towards her. Almost delicately, he took the offering. He was careful not to nip, or move too quickly. Care was rewarded with politeness, as he didn’t want to bite someone helping him. After a moment he backs up a little, head tilting again. His tail offers a slow wag, though his posture is still traced with caution. Appreciative, but wary. [break][break]
It was the best thing he had been given, at least in terms of taste. The warmth and freshness, giving him something to smooth out the hunger pangs. He watched her attentively, hoping that she wasn’t too upset. He was tempted to follow her around if she would move on, but knew that wasn’t polite. He allowed himself to stand just barely within reach, and wouldn’t disallow a pat if it was wanted. To show his appreciation he let out a light bark, the closest to a shout of cheer he could manage. Even if just a little, he was feeling rejuvenated.[break][break]
Depending on her next action, he would respond accordingly. If she were to go on her way, he would politely watch her go on her way. If she were to offer him more or reach forward to pat him, he would accept. If she were to say something, he would listen attentively. If she were to gesture him to come closer, he would do so cautiously.
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[attr="class","post"] Warning: small canine has breached established secure proximity of three (3) metres. [break] Summary: no attempted communication; visual confirmation of injury; nutrient intake successful. [break] Threat level: unconfirmed. Exercise caution. [break][break] Sinai eyed the dog warily. On one hand, she'd been fooled by the puppy-dog act before, and didn't want to be giving in to someone just looking for a free lunch. On the other, that injury looked pretty real, and she'd be remiss if she left an injured stray to fend for himself. [break][break] ...Was he a stray? She'd assumed as much, but he may have just gotten away from his owner by accident and gotten lost. She considered taking him to someone who could treat him, but without knowing anything for sure, she was hesitant; possible dog-napping wasn't exactly in her list of hobbies. She was no vet, and certainly had no way of treating him here. Eyes closed, she let out a deep sigh. I guess I'd just like some more information. She cleared some of the thin snow-cover from the curb, sat down, and took a bite of her shawarma. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the dog still staring at her. She did her best to exude her own animalistic... spirit, or whatever people would call it. Anything that would make talking to the little guy any easier for both of them. [break][break] "You, uh, don't have to keep up the human-friendly whimpering and such, by the way. I'll listen if you just talk. If you liked the lamb, there's more where that came from—if you answer some questions for me. I'd like to know how you got that injury, for instance. But all in due time, I guess." [break][break] She patted the ground beside her and waited patiently for a moment. As she waited for him to join her, she laid her grocery bag on the ground in front of her and splayed it open, idly searching through it for anything she might be able to share. Without looking up, she addressed the dog once more: [break][break] "I don't especially have anywhere to be at the moment, so I think I'll keep you company for a little while. Like I said, you've captured my idle curiosity, so I'll reward you for the trouble of answering my questions. For starters, let's see... you got a name?"
He would have to return eventually, that was a reality he couldn’t escape. A contract was binding, even though the person who had it was not the greatest individual. His bright eyes were attentive as he watched her sit down, wondering if she planned on staying for a bit. If that was truly the case, then it seems he would have someone to stick around until the time to return came. She had proven so far to be nice and had shared with him, so he has no reason to view this as anything but good. His ears twitched alertly as she spoke, and he tilted his head slightly. [break][break]
Could she tell he was a familiar? Or some other sort of shifter? (Dog fighting.) A short response, after which his gaze drops to his paws. Though he had no reason to, he felt guilty. As she pats the ground beside her, he moves over to her side almost automatically. (I usually get like this after a dog fight because I am so small.) For a moment he wonders, can she actually understand him?[break][break]
Beneath the short white fur, he was laced with many scars from the fangs of other canines. (A name? The closest I have to one is Charcoal. At least - that’s what I’m called at the fights.) An ear twitches, his gaze lifts for a moment. It really was the closest he had to a name. [break][break]
Laying down fully, he lays his head upon crossed paws. He had been in this situation since he was very young - didn’t really know anything different. Were not all familiars treated in this way? It left him with many questions, and not a lot of answers. It was a situation he didn’t like - but without a way to break the contract he was stuck. For now, he would have to face each day as they came.[break][break]
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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.
