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.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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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!
This time much farther away from the Dark Market than originally anticipated, Roami was given time to herself once more to self reflect on the choices that lead her to where she is now. She found herself standing on top of a building not too far from the gate to Hell, smiling down at the other rather demonic individuals beneath her. The height and false sense of authority over them brought a big smile to her face, a reminder of the throne she was unfairly usurped from. Getting to her feet, her skin, hair and clothes began to burn bright, blood mixed in as the devil jumped from the roof, landing on the ground below with a soft thud.
Smoke began to gather around her feet while she brushed herself off before realizing she landed right in front of someone. Quickly taking a few steps back, she laughed awkwardly. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to land right ontop of you like that." Preforming a curtsy with her dress of fire, she bowed. "My name is Queen Roami, and yours?"
Ariel was exhausted. she was always exhausted, but today it was different. Worse. She was in a haze of desire for her soft bed. she barely registered anything until someone superhero landed right in front of her. She stumbled back, staggering a bit. The other's introduction caused her to blink.
Queen? Roami? What?
"I, uh, I'm Ariel?" She wasnt sure how to react to this, between having just gone 48 hours without a break, and having to deal with paperwork because she managed to blow up a a grain silo while fighting a terror...
"Ariel? Nice to meet you!" Roami smiled. "I didn't hurt you did I?"
She quickly inspected the person in front of her, determining that if she was hurt, it wasn't because of her recent action. Instead it was probably something else. Whatever it was, Roami was happy to have someone to talk to after a day of almost nothing and no one interesting. "I was just relaxing on that building. I was so excited I didn't look to see where I was landing..." Roami put her hands behind her back neatly as her ocean-like eyes welcomed conversation. "I guess you can say it's a bad and well meant habit of mine."
Ariel was for lack of a better phrase, utterly confused. Who was this person exactly? And why were they so chatty? Also, where was the nearest place to eat...
"I, uh, mmm, No, no i'm not hurt. It, uh, its nice to meet you too?" Devil or Demon kind were not at the top of Ariel's list of favorite races, given her family disowning her over her ears. While most devils and such probably werent judgemental...the higher class ones tended to be...very stiff on their view of what it meant to be proper. She was lost when it came to social interactions with her own kind.
Remaining dead silent, but still smiling, for a few long seconds, Roami snickered. "You're not a social demon are you? Is it because I introduced myself as 'Queen'?" The logical assumption that she was a demon was only customary for her, after all what would any other race be doing in a place like this, so close to something so demonic, so royal, so... her? The devil's heritage surfaced within Roami, a desire to subjugate someone so lesser, only to be quelled by her outgoing nature. "That's okay. I wasn't either a few thousand years ago," she said kindly.
Looking around, she noticed literally everything was open today, as it should be. Pointing towards the direction of the hot springs and cafe, she inquired. "Were you on your way there? A lot of people come here for that."
Ariel blinked rapidly, attempted to stammer out that she was not actually a demon, but then thought better of it, maybe the devil could sense it, and lying might make her angry. Defeated she dropped her head, her ears twitching a bit as they lay mostly flat.
"I am a defective, i have no right to claim my demon heritage." It was a phrased drilled into her by her birth parents. She nodded at the question of cafes. There was a coffee shop that served sweet creme donuts that she enjoyed there.
Roami's smile faded from view at the words. A defective? A false demon, as in a hybrid, or worse someone who was just a wannabe? What did they mean by defective? Her skin, hair and dress began to flare up as she thought about what was just said before closing her eyes, remembering the times in Hell where she was declared a false royal, stripped and usurped... "Can I accompany you to to the cafe then? There's a drink there I like." She started walking towards where she pointed before, ensuring she didn't let her fire touch her guest as she passed.
Stopping and turning around to face her, she resumed smiling. "Defective or not, you're a demon and I'm your defective devil queen. If you decide you don't want to even be a demon anymore, I'll just be your smoke queen. Okay?"
The flare of power scared Ariel at first, but then it was gone, and the..queen? declared herself equally defective. Not being willing to risk earning the other's ire, she agreed to the company. Before blurting out the reason for her defectiveness.
"I was born with cat ears, instead of horns, despite being a pureblood...."
"Cat ears are cute," Roami replied back, waiting for her to catch up. "Especially hell cats. I always wanted a pet, but a friend is nice too!"
In truth, Roami was very accepting towards all kinds of hellspawns, from devils to imps. Her vendetta and hatred only extended to those who wronged or disrespected her in ways that burned her to her core... she had no problems with "defect" purebloods. What kind of royal rejected their subjects after all, evn if those subjects weren't subject to her royalty to begin with? "Everyone's different in their own way. It's what makes us unique."
Ariel looked down. Perhaps for a devil proper, it was fine. Only mixed blooded demons had animal features. Or so they said. She was young, especially by demon standards, and had been born on earth. Her parents had fought over how she was born the way she was. It was why she had eventually run away.
Turning to face Ariel, Roami frowned as if she was beginning to get quite livid. "I'll tell you a secret then, halfling," Roami began, closing her eyes. "In the hundreds of millions of years I've been around, I've met plenty of devils and demons alike from plenty of so called royal families. Half of them died because they were considered abominations. Either by some other third party or their own hand... but the other half that lived? They lived because they chose to embrace who they are, and eventually the everyone else accepted that."
Taking a deep breath, Roami smiled once more, small ounces of dark smoke leaving her mouth as she exhaled. "The woman I love is only half demon and isn't even on earth, but she smiles every day. Why can't you do the same for your queen?" Of course, Roami had to include that last bit. After all, usurped or not, she was still royalty... royalty that was usurped because of her controversial methods and troubled family agenda, but a proper royal nonetheless. Nothing changed to her, besides the absence of dinosaurs and men with pitch forks. "Be you, and if anyone has a problem with it, I'll turn them bloody red for you."
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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.
