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.
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!
Vincent was in his plain white t-shirt, plain jeans, and black leather jacket with silver studs on the shoulders. Which meant he wasn't to be treated like the lead singer of Jinx. He was playing/working on his newest song. People who didn't want it spoiled should just ignore it. As he sang it.
”[Verse 1] Broken souls on the city streets Fall apart while the city sleeps Fading hearts of a generation Tired eyes of a desperate nation Blank stares and empty grins When did we let darkness in? It's time to light it up again
[Chorus] Let the fire inside of me, take me over Brighter for all to see, as the world grows colder Find me on my knees and take me higher Out of the wasted lives I will, I will, rise
[Verse 2] When light shines on hopeless men We find the strength to hope again Every time that freedom finds us Broken bones and scars remind us Seething with bloodshot eyes Breathing just to survive It's time to bring us back to life
[Chorus] Let the fire inside of me, take me over Brighter for all to see, as the world grows colder Find me on my knees and take me higher Out of the wasted lives I will, I will, rise” when he was done he sighed ”wonder if its any good,” he said as he played it on the guitar. Jessie Greyson Notes; song belongs to ashes remain
Jessie had been on break. Her boss had suggested she go someplace quiet, so she had. It wasn't a hard choice to make, after all, once again the Faeries were causing trouble, and since most people couldnt really see them (not that they were invisible they just used magic to hide themselves), it looked like SHE was the source of the trouble.
She sipped her tea from the thermos while waiting for the small dragonfly winged people to get their fill of her magical energies. It wasnt until the Faeries suddenly streaked away in terror that she realized someone was behind her. she turned and started to scream as two large men lunged for her.
If not for the bravery of a small salamander launching itself at the face of the larger of the two men and bursting into flame, she would have been grabbed before she had any chance to escape.
She turned and ran, running head long into the streets, desperately trying to escape. The two men were not far behind, and she knew she couldnt outrun them. Her body was weak due to her magic, and she never really RAN anywhere. she heard the sound of singing, which meant a person, which meant help. She turned towards the sound, spotting a young man a less than 50 feet away from her.
She opened her mouth to call out for his help, but was tackled from behind. Her cry was turned into a full blown exhale, the breath leaving her chest. Thankfully however, a flock of crows began to shriek at the disturbance, likely instigated by the Faeries.
Soon a trash can lid hit one of the men ”you people so loud” he was lying of course. There stood the lead singer of Jinx. ”Now then you boys know about me right?” it was in the news once about him and everything that would happen around him. The men as he got closer looked pale like they were going to be ill. He sighed as he got closer soon the ally started filling with ehat looked like black smoke it would take away their sight if the men breathed it in. Luckily he could control it so it wouldn't affect allies. So there for it wouldn't affect the girl. ”Nows your chance they cant see,” he said his hands out to use his power. He couldn't stop or it would come back to them within less than a minute. That was one of the weak parts of his powers. ”So what you boys going to do now that your facing the jinx boy” as people who hated him called him.
He was thinking why help the girl is just going to get sick around me or hurt. ”You should go I’m a cursed man,” he said towards Jessie who he didn't know was a witch. Jessie Greyson words: 208
Jessie looked at the one who saved her, he was...broody looking. When he made the comment about being cursed she flinched, because she often felt that way herself. She was about to respond when the two men chasing her began shouting, calling for reinforcements.
She knew what this was. It had been on the news just the other day. People with strong magical abilities and gifts were being kidnapped and sold at auction. Even if she ran now, even if she got away, they would come back, and they might take this guy just for getting in their way. She couldnt let them do that.
"We...We have to stop them. We cant just run away." She got to her feet, unsteady at first, as fear vibrated through her blood. She wasnt very good at controlling her magic, but she was good at making charms. And Pseudo Golems.
She clamped her hand down on a stone lion garden statue that someone had placed beside a back door. It wasnt very large, barely bigger than a large house cat or fox, but it had teeth. She willed it to life, with a single order. keep her and the man who was protecting her safe.
With a sound like someone walking in gravel, the stone lion came to 'life'. It made no sound, even though it opened its jaws to roar.
"We have to lead them somewhere. Somewhere we get help, or somewhere we can trap them. And whoever is coming to help."
He was shocked the girl was a witch. ”Why should I your one of them, one of those Damn creatures that is a witch. Your kind did it to me your kind cursed me. Why should i help you?” He had been all for helping her until she revealed she was a witch. ”I guess I’ll help so that I can kill you after” he said. He filled the alleyway none of them could see nore hear each other now except for him and her. He then felt a sting on his arm not realizing he was shot in the shoulder. The men would get there sight back if he stopped. The men were now shooting blindly how would they still get their targets. He was starting to hurt bad but kept going. ”Well, any ideas cause if I move they get their hearing and sight back.” He couldn't believe that he was asking a witch for her advice the very same creature that cursed him to be lone. Jessie Greyson
Jessie didnt really have time to be angry with him, but then again, that stung!
"Yes, and my first instructor in magical arts was blinded by a normie who thought she would bring some kind of plague. Normies are the ones attacking me, planning to sell me off to the highest bidder! you dont see me claiming all Normies and gifted are monsters, do you?"
She looked into the smoke and muttering under her breath (not a spell, just general complaining) began to feed her magic into the very pavement under the men, increasing its temperature and making it soft. It did not take long for them begin shouting, and for the gun fire to stop as they retreated out of her area of effect.
"We dont have much time, if you want to kill me, feel fre, you wont be the first to try it, you might be the last, but you might not. Just keep in mind, that Faeries happen to like me, and may not enjoy your actions. I'm sorry you got cursed by a witch, but not all witches are the same. Just like all Gifted and normies are unique people. Besides, my magic is Earth Based, curses dont work so great for me, even when i have times when i wish i could do it, i still cant. Earth is Healing Magic, Life Magic."
”You won't even know what my course is. My curse makes it so no one can be around me without getting sick or hurt.” he wasn't sure he trusted her but for now she was helping. ”ill hold off on it for now. Maybe I should let these guys take me. They all might regret taking someone whos jinxed” he said. Vincent didn't care about the cut on his shoulder right now. ”well then maybe we should let them take me” he said. Getting closer to them as some started getting hit by their own men, others were puking. He knew that this was just how his life would be. ”Besides who would miss me a mother dying and a few fans that can never get close for pictures?” he asked the girl.
Soon all the men were down as he used extra guitar strings to tie them up. He then noticed his bleeding shoulder. Just great he thought. ”So what now witch” he asked. His eyes showed loneliness rather than hate. He was now facing the witch. Jessie Greyson
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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.
