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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[attr="class","chronatxt"]Gaze levelled as fiery brown eyes appeared darkened from the dim weather. An overcast of gloomy, grey clouds swallowed the sunlight of the winter's day, leading to a chilly cold overtaking the world. The coming days of winter would peel way to a future warmth of a spring's day, allowing for freedom. Despite the overcast of grey clouds, not a flake danced through the air, heading down towards the blanketed ground. The soft crunch of her footsteps across the winter snow filled her ears as she scanned the area around her, searching.
A mercenary by heart and duty, prepared for the inevitable. The sword bound to her side via an ancient scabbard made her duty known to those sparing a fleeting glance. Memories of the recently provided mission led her into the Western section of Lorsette to seek out malicious terror causing issues for the residents and visitors. A troublemaker breaking windows, doors and just about anything it could manage to get its miserable hands on. A genuine hazard that required immediate handling, thus, Azalia accepted the mission provided to make her living.
Her eyes scanned the area around her, noticing the severe lack of individuals around her. People were frightened, it was a natural reaction given the misfortunes of circumstance. Her even breath escaped her lips in a white cloud as she searched. The cold prickling against her skin was hardly noticed by the lightly dressed woman; she was a dragon, durable to the sensations of frigid temperatures. Thus, her capable species fixated on the overarching goal, her eyes flitting quickly as she looked for the monstrous creation of Zeredah.
Her brisk slides carried her forward, mind sharpening on possible hiding places. She needed to discover the vile creature before it started causing further mischief. Terrors had a nasty range of tendencies, specifically based around harming the people of Lorsette in the name of their personal divine. Thoughtless creatures fixated solely on the overarching thought of murdering for their so-called Messiah. Inevitably, they blindly followed, created for the single purpose, much to Azalia's endless concerns for the future.
As long as Zeredah spread mayhem, the world would be entering the darkest places without hesitation. A long breath left her lips as nothing entered her gaze to decipher the terror's location. Abruptly, a scream cut through the air, immediately grabbing the water dragon's attention. Hastily, she turned on her heel, legs pushing her forward towards the source of the frightfully shrill scream. Automatically, her hand grasped the handle of her dearest sword, pulling it from the depths of her scabbard. Down the concrete, she sprinted, sneaking by thin gaps and dodging through any obstacles.
Her eyes scanned, quick and focusing in fleeting glances as she sprinted through the streets. Wherever this individual was, she needed to find them. Around the corner she came, moving as fast as a dragon could. Though to her fortunes, her human form possessed more speed than her semi-shifted one. From the corner stead, Azalia discovered the block body bearing over a young man. His screams echoed through the air while his feet pushed him back against the wall of a nearby building. Without hesitation, the dragon sprinted forward, sword drawn and heart-pounding as she hoped to sprint forward in time.
[attr="class","prism-textbox"] Lorsette was a strange place, one far unlike her own homeland. The island archipelago was almost always sunny and warm, and so far this new place was not reflecting that at all. The concrete jungle of big buildings and winding roads were also something she has yet to adjust to, more used to soft sand and dirt paths. Today’s forecast was a settled chill that sought to mist breath, and seal grey skies like a scowl from the heavens. She was bundled up with fitted mittens, and a fluffy scarf was wrapped about her for warmth.
Finding herself and her place in the world has been long and arduous, but she wasn’t sure she had a concrete answer yet. She still was a fighter for sure, and all she knew is her yearning to protect those who couldn’t. She wanted to memorize this place like the back of her hand, which lead to endless wandering. If you don’t have an end destination in mind, you could find all sorts of things. The crack in the concrete by this rustic old house, and a stray dog skittering down an alley when it was spotted.
Of course, she was not underprepared for something unexpected. Aradia always carried her weapon on her person, and today was no exception. Her short spear was tucked away snug to her body, her senses keen and alert. All was not completely safe here, though she’d hesitate to call anywhere completely safe. As much as many may aspire to it, a complete safe haven was mostly impossible.
Threats were possible from a wide spectrum, anything from rabid animals to the members of the Assembly. Aradia was pretty versed in all sorts of threats, though she was admittedly lacking in some areas more than others. More used to wild animals and bandits than terrors for sure. A scream shattered her thoughts, her head snapping up. Her garnet eyes darted around first, and then she tried to pinpoint the location. Once she was certain of her location, she was on the move.
This, she was all but trained for. Anything to aid another, and the sound had rung in tones and shades of danger. A hand fluttered toward her weapon, preparing to tug it free when she saw the situation. There was no telling what was wrong, but it was most likely very threatening. The first thing she noticed was the creature, the second was that she wasn’t the first responder. The screams were coming from a young man in a perilous position, and her knuckles tightened white. The air swished audible as she pulled, her spear coming free.
Aradia had circled around and lunges forward, the spear’s tip aiming to pierce into the creature while also being mindful of everyone’s positions. She didn’t want to hurt the cornered person on accident, or get in the way of the other woman. She was a natural tactician, but she also moved fast. Her breath misted around her as she moved, a testament to the chilly temperatures. Surely with the both of them present, things would be capably handled.
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[attr="class","chronatxt"]Tactical eyes assessed the situation within seconds. A trapped individual, presumed hopeless in combat, was stuck between the perilous claws of the troublemaker. Her footsteps echoed in her ears, heart following suit as she pushed herself. A dragon, durable in nature and powerful in strength opposed to lithe and swift. Another approached the scene, maintaining enough distance to allow the dragon to slide between the cornered individual and the terror. A tang echoed through the battlefield. Her sword had arrived up, flattened edge against the nasty claws of the troublemaker.
Her eyes glanced at the unexpected female warrior brandishing a spear. From her peripheral, she noticed the lack of a proper TRS uniform or anything in affiliation with the RCMP. However, in the heat of battle, Azalia preferred to avoid dwelling on needless distractions. Identity hardly mattered when the spear brandishing woman appeared to work alongside her, entering the fray as gracefully as a stream leading into a river. The prodding edge of the dark-haired stranger’s spear was a perfect threat against the malicious troublemaker. The low-level creature grunted, the force being removed from the sturdy broadsword Azalia used.
The lifting of weight prompted Azalia forward, the close-quarters combatant noting her unexpected assistant. She moved forward, stepping left to tackle the opposing side and force the villain further back. Dispatching the terror in a timely manner appeared to be promising, however, the first objective was providing the trapped stranger room to slip away or have a halo of safety. Beginning a full-blown war effort against the terror when she herself remained close to the trapped victim was a terrible idea. She could trust her immense strength to never falter beneath a troublemaker’s claws, however, she refused to test her luck.
To avoid endangering her fellow warrior, Azalia thrust her sword towards the beast. The troublemaker backpedalled, attempting to avoid the devastating hit. The blonde woman saw an advantage and gained themselves access to adequate space. Unfortunately, a delicate balance surrounded them as the more moronic of the crowd drew cellphones to record the affair. An inaudible growl was quelled in Azalia’s throat as she forced herself to ignore them. Rather, she considered them a fragile, easily broken wall that she and the stranger would be forced to account for in their preparations to demolish the troublemaker and turn it to ash.
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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.
