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","chaerinposting"] The injury can’t be too bad, or at least that’s what the nephilim attempted to rationalize. Surely it would hurt a lot if it was, though he was still at least a touch cognizant of the fact it was his adrenaline cushioning the pain no matter how dull or violent it would otherwise be. The mission still had been one worthy of praise in the nephilim’s eyes, as there hadn’t been any damage that could be labeled as serious. Synergy and working together always made Chae blossom, brimming with pride in a place he belonged and flourished. He hums happily under his breath at Nero’s words, feeling accomplishment. They really were all a great team, and he was never happier to belong somewhere. ”Oh! I got pounced by a terror. It managed to catch me when I was fending off someone else.”
A mini ambush was likely the better term here, but it was likely to still get the point across. Chaerin had still managed to get put okay, though he had also been too enthralled in his reactionary battle viciousness to assess the damage then. The nephilim likely wouldn’t have noticed he had sustained any sort of injury until later, where it surely would have hit his senses like a brick wall. Even now that the adrenaline was finally filtering through, his movements were a little stiffer than when he was not injured at all.
Thankfully, Nero was a lot more attentive. It was preventing Chaerin from learning he had an injury the hard way, which would have likely been much more upsetting. Following the medic easily however, Chaerin’s spirits remained undampened. Nero’s presence alone prevented a drop in mood, even if the circumstances weren’t of the usual. It might not be the first time Chaerin had gotten injured, but it wasn’t enough to be called a bad situation. The nephilim was obedient in his following and subsequently taking a seat, bright eyes falling on his friend. He was really lucky, at least in his own opinion.
”You don’t think it’s too bad? I know you haven’t looked at it properly but…” The nephilim looked thoughtful for a second, before his cheery smile brimmed again. ”I’m sure you’ll be able to take care of it either way.” It wasn’t that he disliked getting medical treatment, it was more so he enjoyed the casual companionship those coffee break moments brought. This was a less desirable circumstance, though he’d still cherish the time spent together. Nero was a guiding light, someone that made him feel warm and happy. Safe and content, as if wrapped in a comfort blanket. ”I’ll have to bring you a coffee again after this. A treat!”
[attr="class","chaerinposting"] Faint tinges of soreness existed where the damages lie, as of yet still unnoticed by the energetic nephilim. His happiness to see one of the best people to enter his life overrode almost everything else, making it even less likely for the nephilim to notice on his own. It was very easy to pick up the nephilim’s spirits, and send any negative mood packing. The mere presence of those Chaerin cherished above all else, was often all it took.
It made seeing a lackluster, or sad moment for the nephilim unlikely for most. So to see the sight of the medic cause a re-emergence of cheer was not uncommon, neither was the newfound bubbling of energy emerging. In a mere few moments, all was right with the world again. Any troubles with the world, if they even existed, had gone.
Chaerin’s smile brightened the closer Nero got, and if he were to be some sort of canine his tail would have surely been wagging enough to cause whiplash. Gone were all traces of that nervous energy, the stuff that caused him to pace the room and drag on the nerves of the other occupants. The break from the constant movement was likely a relief to many of them, along with the dispersal of the wired energy that had been previously filling the room.
While many may have spoken up to the nephilim themselves, today they had just seen fit to leave it alone. Perhaps they were tired from the mission, or simply had not wanted the nervous energy directed at themselves. Chaerin was notorious for being high energy normally, and it was bound to be worse when he was particularly wired. Not everyone could handle being around him in those instances, even less for extended amounts of time. Chaerin paused a but quizzically when Nero spoke, violet eyes glancing down where Nero had pointed. Oh...he hadn’t felt the touches of soreness through his adrenaline yet. ”Oh... Okay! I hadn’t even noticed...”Chaerin’s voice was still bright and happy, though maybe a little abashed by the realization.
Chaerin naturally falls into step behind Nero, obedient to the gesture without question. He hadn’t even really thought about it, the inclination to follow as natural and automatic as breathing. ”Yeah! I think we coordinated really well this time. Everything went much more smoothly than last time.” Chaerin for one, was just happy nobody got really hurt.
[attr="class","chaerinposting"] It had just been like any other mission. Chaerin had received a mission and had geared up with the other hunters in his division, ready to stop some sort of AP shenanigans. The nephilim was as confident as he normally was, visiting Nero before he would have to go out with his group. ”I’ll be back with another successful story, okay?” Chae’s voice was vibrant, happy and certain of their success. It wasn’t a sentence he would have figured would go so terribly false.
At first the mission was going just like any other. There was some back and forth, though it was sliding in their favor as usual, until .... unexpected reinforcements arrived. The nephilim ground his teeth together and pushed back as hard as he could, but it was a fight they were losing. Panting slightly between swings of his broadsword, he heard an ordered retreat, they’d have to abandon the location for now. Violet eyes turned towards the others and in a flash split of a second, realized that retreat wasn’t going to plan either.
There was no way everyone would be able to escape ... AP was too hot on everyone’s heels. Quickly sheathing his blade and turning on his heels, sprinting as fast as he could, Chaerin found himself intercepting an AP attack from another member of his unit on instinct. At the last second, his palms connected, bodily shoving forward his teammate, at the cost of his own momentum. Wincing as a blade cuts through skin and muscle, Chae’s quickly reacted action saves his comrade but not himself.
Turning to lash out in retaliation, the air grows heavy as a storm impends due to his sheer emotions, static tingling over his skin as his wound attempts to start healing itself. Chaerin’s blade is able to bite back into someone’s clothes and flesh, his vision blackening as he starts to lose himself to that familiar sensation of bloodlust. He holds back as many a she can with an onslaught of savagery - but eventually he had been taken.
The treatment of the usually cheery nephilim was something that was horrific. Information was something that was sought after - but Chaerin refused to budge. They could try to drag it out of him with increasingly more painful and brutal tactics, because if they ventured to injure him or almost go too far - he’d use his own healing ability to avoid the grasps of death. Ever refusing to budge, not giving an inch - the nephilim knew the cycle couldn’t reliably go on forever. They were becoming more savage, more restless. He couldn’t allow himself to die, however.
As time stretched on, his stubbornness began to wane. He offered less resistance, healed himself slower, though still he offered nothing of value. The security became more lax, his lack of energy became something they didn’t feel the need to keep on high alert. What he was still kept alive for, he couldn’t begin to grasp at. Eventually after time seemed to blur and blend together, something seemed to be happening. There was a lot of shouting about something - something about abandonment of this particular encampment. So .... this wasn’t even their main one?
The weakened nephilim gathered all the energy he could muster, rising from the chilled cool of the surface he had been lying upon. The last few days ... or he thinks so anyways, he had hardly moved around, hoping for the conservation of what strength he had left. If he was lucky...maybe he could escape in all the urgency and confusion. It could be his time to escape and make his way back to those that mattered, hoping that he had been able to help some of the others escape when the skirmish had happened.
The malnourished and weak nephilim eventually did manage to find a way out - though his surroundings were nigh unrecognizable. Swallowing back a sinking feeling in his stomach, he placed his first priority on avoiding any sounds he heard on the off-chance it was someone who would just recapture him again, or potentially just permanently strike him down. He has to stop and take a breather often, pushing away feelings of exhaustion and weakness as he continues to get as far away as he can.
Eventually, through hours and the sun set at least .... twice? Right? The barely functioning nephilim found himself in more familiar settings with a jolt. It caused his steps to hurry with urgency, his breath catching in his throat for a few moments. Lit silver by the moon, these buildings, this setting ... it was Lorsette. Just a little further....he would be home again.
As if on some animal instinct, Chaerin was naturally moving towards the location the person most near and dear to his heart was located. Unaware that a year and a half had almost passed, the dirty and thin nephilim, barely recognizable through how terrible he looked - knocked at Nero’s door. He would surely be home by now right..? Biting back the wave of exhaustion that pulled at him harder than ever, Chaerin leans against the door heavily.
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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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