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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She was… happy. Yes. That’s what the feeling was. ‘Joy’. To hear that he would be at the event, even in plain clothes, was nice. Then he went into his story and his age and she felt… a little sad. Perhaps even envious. A human who healed from his wounds was still a human. Unlike Lisa.
Her mind drudged up a memory that reminded her of that, or one the first time when someone found out she was a “Demon”, or something other than human before her Apprentice found her. How a group slowly surrounded her as she tried to back up, scared of them and scared of herself as they yelled at her for being a witch, just because she did not die when the walls fell and killed her family. “ I’m not a witch-” Lisa tried to object with a shaky voice before something hit her in the chest and fell to the ground. It was a rock.
“The only thing witches like you deserve is stoning.”
[/center] One of them said before everyone in the semi-circle before they began to throw stones at her to kill her. She was able to duck through them and run away but it took years for the wounds to heal properly.
Since her apprentice bonded to her, he had taken most of the hits meant for her and stopped several instances where she was almost stoned to death again.
“If you looked hard enough and where to look, you could also find me in the eras I have lived through, but the difference I think is- you are a human.” Lisa said, “Humans, more often than not, accept other humans.”
“In the eras when it was common, humans stoned to death “things” like me; now, their stones have turned to fire then bullets and guns. As they advance… I find myself more cowardly than ever.” Lisa admitted and voiced, “Is it hard for you to find a reason to wake up, too? I know that if I was not doing what I came to Lorsette to do, that I probably not be willing to exist anymore… Is this tiredness of the soul something every immortal deal with?”
Xander looked at her. she understood at least in part.
"To you, i am human. To humans, when they learn what i am, i am not a human. I am half 'cave human' and half 'proto human'. i am an animal to most of them. Humans are...complicated. There are good ones, ones who will not hate you, simply because of what you are. But they are, seemingly in the minority." He shifted his footing a bit.
"One thing ive learned, over the thousands and thousands of years i have been skulking about. Humans are fearful things. If they do not understand what it is, they fear it. Their reaction to fear, is anger. the things they fear the most, are the things that look like them, without actually being like them. You only have to look at how they treat each other, based on tiny differences." He stopped held up one hand, the fingers were longer than those of his father's people, but thicker than modern human would have.
"My clan, my family, was wiped out, by my mother's people, because they feared the Neanderthals and the half breeds like me. Humans...are fearful, but violent creatures. But there are good ones. And they are worth seeking out. For what it is worth, even if you are not human, you are still a person, in my eyes."
He sighed. Reasons to live, to wake up in the morning? He could name a few. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, opened up the photo gallery and scrolled down. He stopped when he reached a certain picture, and held it up, screen out.
In the photo were 10 dogs, lazing about on a large bed. They ranged in obvious age from puppies, to very old. several had missing limbs, one had heavy cataracts over its eyes, and one was covered in burn scars.
"Each rescued. Each with a story to tell. They give me reason enough to wake up in the morning."
At least Xander was wise in his years, and Lisa understood that then he showed her the picture of the dogs. “Dogs.” She mused absently yet aloud as she looked at the picture and looked up at him,
“The only pets I’ve ever collected were humans and that was mostly in the form of husbands- Oh, that came out wrong.” Lisa said as she late-minute corrected herself, “I… They died of natural causes or old age if you count out the ones hit by cars. They weren’t looking either.” She said and laughed a bit then realized-
That wasn’t something to laugh about. She cleared her throat, “What does the TRS do, exactly? My Apprentice and I are working through a project and I would like to keep outside interference in it, to a minimum; I wouldn’t want things to cause problems.”
Xander raised an eyebrow. Not that he could say anything. There had after all, been that Hellhound that followed him for a few centuries. She could have qualified as a pet, in a manner of speaking. He had been a bit disappointed when she went and got herself killed during that war of traitors ordeal.
"TRS hunts Terrors. Outside of that, a few of the hunters freelance, take up bounty hunting. They wont exactly stand by while some hooligan goes around killing dozens of people for no reason, but really, as long as you don't work with terrors, or try to use terrors to commit crimes, you should be fine. That being said, you and your apprentice should be watchful of a few select individuals. Not because they are out to get those like you, but because they are, to be blunt, morons." He sighed, rubbing the back of his hand.
"The shifter in RnD, you'll know him when you see, always smells like burnt fur and chemicals. Zephyr. Good kid, but he has a habit of blowing things up while focusing on some new project. Then you have his cousin. Lycan named Roland, not a bad person, but hes batshit crazy. Wears a mask to hide his facial scars. Wears red all the time. One of the best hunters in the Canadian TRS branches. But hes like a pressure cooker bomb without a proper timer. no knowing when hes gonna go on one of his adventures, looking for the next fight. Or orgy."
Lisa listened and wrote it down as well. [ Roland. Lycan. TRS, bat-shit crazy, wears red and a mask] and [Zephyr. Shifter. A penchant for blowing up. Smells of burnt fur and chemicals]. “Thank you for the heads up; I’ll send these descriptions to my apprentice as well, and we’ll try to keep things- perhaps to the outskirts of town? Fewer people, less commotion.” Lisa said, “He’ll apply them more aptly than I will.” She voiced as she turned off her computer and stood up from her desk, her heels lightly clicking against the floor, “I believe it’s time I call it a night; do not forget your shirt, Xander, lest you wish to come back and retrieve it.” She advised as she took off her own white labcoat, removed her phone, and slug it over the back of her desk chair, walking over to her office door and closing it halfway to reveal a dark-furred coat. Her apprentice has told her it was Hellhound but she didn’t know if it actually was. It warmed against her hand as she pulled it and its voluminous existence off and pulled the coat on, moving her hands behind her neck to sweep her hair back over the warming fur, looking back at him as she opened the door wide, sliding her phone into her pocket as she produced her office and workplace keys from another pocket,
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to walk me to my car?” She asked of him with a small smile.
"It would be my pleasure, fair lady, to escort you."
For a moment, if one did not know better, they would have thought him a prince from a period play, or the least a noble.
And for a time, he had been a noble, in France. When one lives a long time, they learn to adapt, but also to enjoy themselves. He made sure to tuck his still drying shirt into his back pocket, setting the lab coat aside and choosing to go shirtless. He was far more resilient in regards to the cold than modern humans.
Lisa smiled and she took his arm after she locked up the door to her office, then as they left, she locked up the doors to the morgue, taking his arm, “I’ve parked in the back parking lot, so from here we can take two lefts and go right out the door; easier to not get lost.” She chuckled,
“Gentlemanly and humble; what a refreshing combination.” Lisa mused before she voiced, “I have had one of the most pleasant conversations with you than I have had in many, many years.” She admitted, “It gets… stale and lonely, speaking to my Apprentice, the only other immortal I’ve known, for some five hundred years.” She said,
“Do you have anything, perhaps, to take my number down as well?”
Xander smiled, it was a pleasant smile, although his intent was to flirt, but rather, to be friendly.
"If you send me a message at my number, i will save your number, easier than writing it all down. You drive carefully, i need to get back up to the ICU and make that trainee wish he had never seen the light of day."
Xander waited for her to close her door, before pulling his shirt on. It was still damp, but otherwise fine.
Lisa smiled as she unlocked and opened the door to her 1990 jet black Rolly Royce Corniche, “Of course when I get home though.” She voiced as she got into her car, started the engine, shut the door, and waved to him before she drove off towards her temporary home, her townhome.
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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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