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!
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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"DON'T-" she gasped, but it was too late, the boy had already electrocuted himself again. She let out a deep, exasperated sigh. She'd dealt with very few patients that genuinely couldn't feel pain, but she knew they could be very dangerous to themselves. Especially when they weren't a particularly responsible person. [break][break] She stared at him as he went on as though he hadn't potentially permanently injured himself, barely even able to process how insane his actual words were. "I don't need food," she brushed his offer away and debated how to proceed. She hadn't known what to expect going into this blind date thing, but it certainly hadn't been this. "Ok," she sighed, running a hand through her hair, "Ok so look, even if you don't feel pain it doesn't mean you can't injure yourself. Now I'm going to heal you but first I need you to promise not to electrocute yourself again, alright?"
Grunting in frustration with himself, he nodded profusely. "Right!" He said, gritting his teeth, "Of course you don't need to eat! I'm a god damn fucking idiot! Duh! You're an ANGEL, angel! But I'm still feeding you so let's get to steppin'. Brownie points for the faithful..." He finished by clasping his hands as if he was praying, looking up towards the sky as a large grin creeped it's way onto his face.
Returning his attention to her, he listened to every word closely, thinking about his answer for once before he said anything. Running a hand through his own hair he sighed. "Yeah, yeah... kinda forgot my ability to heal fast is broken as fuck. So you got yourself a promise!" In his excitement, he sent surges of electricity through his body, making his eyes flicker but causing him to overheat. Again. Immediately realizing he just broke the promise, his eyes widened. "...I'm going to hell. I just lied to an angel. Maybe Madame Dolores can do something she's a Seer... no wait that woman is more demon than angel- Seers aren't Angels- FUCK! I'm sorry! NOW I promise! For real this time!"
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley blinked as her “date” started spewing out some nonsense about angels not eating. “No I-I still eat.” she said. “Everyone eats. I just had a big lunch so I’m not that hungry, and you’re injured so that’s more important.”
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Haley was about to begin inspecting the wounds when he sparked up again. She drew her hand away until she felt certain he wasn’t going to electrocute her. Not that she could be electrocuted. She had immunity to that sort of thing. Any fear on her part was completely irrational.
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She took a breath to calm her nerves and debated how to handle this. She’d been a healer for a long time, but electricity injuries weren’t super common. Especially not such severe ones. She decided to handle it similarly to a burn and she reached out, channeling her magic into him as she gently touched his arm.
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“You know I have nothing to do with judgement and stuff, right? I don’t have nearly that much power. Hell, I’ve never even been to heaven. I’m not that type of Angel, I was born here. In Greece, actually.” she said as she worked. She knew a bit about how Heaven functioned, but she’d never been a part of it. Earth was her home and it always would be.
"Oh well fuck me then-" Ozaei said before stopping mid sentence. The sensation running through him, healing him, was strange to him. It was nothing like how Madame Dolores's "healing"... if it could even be called that. For once, he was dead silent, still, just watching Haley. "Neat..." he managed to say, finally, "You really are an angel." But alas, good things cannot last forever. As soon as he felt himself back to 1% capacity, he jumped up (instantly overheating) and laughed.
"DAMN! Greece?! Do you know Zeus? Hera?! Didn't know you were THAT old that's fuckin' awesome Angel! You look like... like... a pretty... object...!" He stumbled over his words, failing to voice a simple compliment on physical appearance. "N-Not that you are an OBJECT I mean, like, you know what fuck it man... ANGELS SHOULD BE IN HEAVEN! So! I swear to you by your name I will bring heaven down here! The Madame can help with it! She's an ang- SEER- sheit I'm not supposed to be talking about her. Anyway imma feed you know. As my date and a heavenly being you must eat. It is ME, Dolores's, job to do so!"
Ozaei's body began to spark again, a surefire signal that he was going to do something reckless. It wasn't like he could feel it.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley was honestly surprised when Ozaei fell silent as she stated healing him. She glanced up, making sure he hadn’t died or something. Thankfully it wasn’t long before he was talking again. He tore himself away before she was fully done but she figured he was healed enough that he’d be fine.
Haley stared at him as he went on, her jaw clenching slightly. “Did you just swear on my name? After calling me an object? And old?” she ran a hand through her hair. “You know Greece is still around, right? I could be any age.” There were probably more important things to address from his latest string of words, but Haley had her own priorities. And not being called “old,” no matter how true it may be, was pretty high on that list.
"I know Greece is still around! Pretty sure that place was supposed to fall or some shit so after this I'll just nuke it real quick ya know what I mean..." A devious smirk grew on his face as he held up two fingers, electricity surging around them. It was small, but the effects of it weren't lost; nearby lights flickered on and off, flowing a yellow hue before calming down. He was certainly going to ruin whatever was left of the old Greece and no one would be fast enough to stop him.
Backtracking, Ozaei sat down where he was, thinking about his words. He sure did call her old. And an object. But... "Hey hey hey Angel, you're like- an angel so like... you're... kinda old... older than.... Hera...?" He said slowly, trying to form a 'compliment'. "BUT YOU'RE NOT AN OBJECT! YOU'RE A GODDAMN ANGEL! The only object on you are my goddamn eyes! Eyes are objects right? ANYWAY hungry? You'll get the best food here even if I have to sentence EVERY LAST WINGLESS HEATHEN HERE to a fiery hell! In your name, of course."
Steam began to emit from his mouth as he finished speaking, a small trail of blood following suit. He was overheating again, but of course he couldn't feel that. His date was his only priority.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley’s eyes widened and she shook her head emphatically. “Do not nuke the place I was born!” she said. “Ancient Greece did fall. It was horrible and it doesn’t need to happen again.” Her gaze fell as she was briefly pulled back into memories. The Fall of Greece had torn her family apart. She wasn’t even sure if any of them were alive anymore. [break][break] Haley gasped at his next statement. “I am not older than Hera. Hera was a well established goddess when I was a child.” she argued. “And don’t burn people, especially not in my name,” she added. “Here’s a quick tip, I’m a healer. That means I don’t like people getting hurt. Speaking of why are you bleeding?!!!”
"Ya sure? 'Cause... I'm preeety sure Madame Dolores killed Hera then went to that Greece place, married some idiot and birthed a lady named Hera then killed the father. Is that your Hera or the original Hera that's a 'well established goddess'? Hmmm.... or did she kill Zeus... well sheit, she killed someone with a god-name." Ozaei, not realizing he slipped up and mentioned Dolores, kept talking, trying to make air sparks in the shape of Greece so his date could follow along. Of course, he didn't quite hear her mention how horrible the fall of Greece was. He was certainly going to do it a second time eventually.
Tilting his head to the side, he gasped. "Oh shit!" He shouted happily. "I really am bleeding! Must be an overheating thing. Can't feel shit. Not from bullets, magic, heathens... actually I can feel when the Madame uses her creepy telekine... ah shit. Forget wat I said I said nuthin. By your name. LETS GO!" Grabbing her hand, Ozaei began to charge up. "Whatchu want? What kinda food? Wanna nuke the Romans? Didn't the Greeks hate the Romans? Or was that the Americans? Someone hated 'em and we're gonna go send those heathens to HIGH HOLY FUCKING HEAVEN IN YOUR NAME if they mess up your food!!" Surely, he was attracting a crowd.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley frowned, not sure what to make of his ramblings. “No nuking anyone,” she insisted, running a hand through her hair. This had been a terrible idea. [break][break] “Ok, let’s fix the bleeding,” she said, reaching out to touch his arm then flinching back. No kidding he was overheating. “Ok, I’m going to need you to sit still, can you do that?” she asked in the same tone she used on her child patients. Not that she had many working for the TRS.
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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.
