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 2022
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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
I try to, I don't want to lose anyone if it can be avoided. Besides, all the hard work you and everyone else do on the field? You deserve some good support, right?
Which is why you should keep being you!
You're the one I've come to value after all, on many levels. I also really appreciate the invitation to spend the holidays together.
They've been quiet for a long time, so to have a return to life is something that brings me joy.
Bound by the will of his occupation, Nero assured the health and well-being of everybody within the TRS. Alas, Chaerin Galaxis was considered among the special cases. As a close friend of the secondary medic, the pink-haired hunter was beyond crucial for the mending process. Therefore, the white-haired man was adamant about assisting his dearest friend. Thus, he escorted him through the halls, eyes wandering once they entered the medical ward.
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A proper room was required for the process to begin, one untaken by the other patients who freshly arrived from their battle. Thus, Nero was prepared to stitch up Chaerin and return him to peak performance. The explanation was greeted with a gentle, albeit, worried smile from the secondary medic. Always, he was pleased to listen to the exploits of hunters, of their missions going excellently to degrees that injuries were a minor issue. However, as a member of the Medical Division, Nero was required to hold concern to his chest.
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“Well, we should get you cleaned up then,” he responded. “We can’t have it getting infected.”
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Eventually, Nero’s eyes locked on a room with a cracked open door. Slowly, the white-haired man wandered over, softly pushing the door until it opened. From the threshold, it revealed a room void of others, assuring an opening for him. Confidence entered the banshee as he stepped in, a smile on his face and Chaerin’s reassuring words filling his ears.
“I don’t think it’s the worst… At least I hope. The sooner I get you patched up, the sooner you can return to the field,” he explained cheerfully. “Anyways, we will have to move the fabric so I can get a good look at it and so I can clean it up.”
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Upon their entry, Nero closed the door behind them. While he waited for Chaerin to get comfortable, he gathered a small pail and cloth. Inside each room was a small, sanitary sink where he poured warm water into the basin. He wanted to start with examining and cleansing the wound, assuring all dirt and grime was removed from the wound. Pail in hand, Nero turned back towards Chaerin, placing the pail onto the side table. The mention of coffee brought surprise to the white-haired man’s eyes. [break][break]
“What? There’s no need to do that, Chae,” appreciation coloured Nero’s voice. “It’s a part of my job after all.”
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The cloth was placed over the side of the pail, the initial inspection being required before the cleaning process began. He required assurance over the wound's condition and on how terrible the injury was. Once everything was tidied, Nero could administer the proper care and check if the wound would require any advanced procedures.
Together, the pair strode through the hallways of the TRS headquarters. Each step carried them closer to the infamous medical ward where all of his supplies laid waiting. As they stayed side by side, the infectious excitement of Chaerin stirred inside the young banshee. Each step featured a slight hop to his step as he pushed forward through the hallways, listened to the pink-haired man. A broad smile danced across Nero's lips as he journeyed through the hallway, his eyes occasionally glancing over at his companion.
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His time spent inside the TRS featured plenty of friendly faces, Chaerin being among them. However, there was a special quality to Chaerin nobody could accomplish or replace. The pink-haired hunter was ebullient, his positive energy pleasantly overwhelming for the banshee. Accompanying the young man always sparked pleasant emotions for the secondary medic, the type he revelled in and discovered excitement with. Thus, the smile stretching on Nero's lips refused to leave despite his dear friend possessing an injury to his hip.
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A soft shake of the head with a mental tsk towards the nephilim when he mentioned failing to notice the wound. He was disappointed Chaerin's adrenaline kept him from realizing the injury, however, the man could not be blamed. Adrenaline resulted in an inability to recognize pain, explaining why Chaerin rushed off in the excitement of his victory. He listened to the nephilim's compliments to the mission as he nodded to show acknowledgement.
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"I'm glad it went well! A good mission means more progress," he responded. "Do you remember what injured you though? That will help me with fixing you all up."
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Gaining knowledge of the wound's origins frequently assisted with the healing process. At times, this allowed him to know where to start and the likelihood of infections riddling the unfortunate injury. Though primarily, this assisted Nero in discovering the probability of the wound possessing a curse or not. The banshee maintained a relatively slow stride in an attempt to avoid outpacing the injured Chaerin. Undoubtedly, the man's hip wound would result in his pace being slower than the healthy, unwounded medical staff.
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At one point, they entered the medical ward. The secondary medic led the charge to one of the unoccupied rooms. The familiar wooden doors of the simple examination rooms were a welcoming sight. Their arrival meant he could begin tending to Chaerin's room, which brought Nero comfort. He grabbed the handle to open the door wide. Upon their entry, Nero gestured to the examination table to effectively say 'take a seat' without speaking proper words. As he waited for Chaerin to take his seat, Nero closed the door and walked over to the provided sink to fill a small bucket with lukewarm water.
Missing in action. The haunting phrase lurked through Nero's mind in the days following the failed TRS mission where his beloved never returned home. Vividly, Nero recalled the emotional rollercoaster of learning everything that unfolded on the godforsaken mission. The emptiness inside his stomach, the nerves crawling over the back of his neck and suffocated him. The manner his heartbeat thumped heavily in his chest as thoughts swirled and rushed through all the horrible possibilities. Alas, the sheer thought of his lover being gone was a weight hefty on his shoulders.
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Days blurred between as every dreadful second served as the cruel reminder of reality's truth. The trepidation of his heart a suffocating force as fear lurked over his shoulders and invaded his mind. The infiltration of endless concerns fluttered in his find, refusing to leave in their wretched whispers... He had lied times plenty since the news terrorized his world. Every turn he insisted on marvellous emotions while the loneliness encroached, the reminders of how death followed him, lurking amidst the shadows.
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Yet, as Nero discovered himself curled in the fetal position on the couch, the slightest, vibrant beacon of hope shined through the mental darkness. Missing in action did not equate to death, thus he held hope in his heart and prayed for the return of a man considered irreplaceable. The pink-haired hunter was strong and determined. Through the years of their relationship, Nero learned those attributes and valued them. Powerful beliefs of Chaerin being somewhere, alive, mayhaps not well, but still breathing.
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A soft, whimpering groan escaped the white-haired man's lips as he embraced his knees tightly and buried his face in his arms and knees. A deep, shaky breath was inhaled as the secondary medic suffered from his worried thoughts. A craving stirred inside Nero, the type where he desired to hold Chaerin close and never release him. A chance to hug him forever and never release him while speaking words of love and confessing to the sensations of missing the other. Slowly, Nero's hands clasped the fabric of his pants as he adjusted his head.
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The man's silvery eyes framed with puffy red flesh stung as he revealed them. Their wayward gaze glanced at the nearby window, gazing through the threshold at the moving shadows of the night. The sorrowful banshee groaned as he released his back from the locked position, gradually straightening his back. Gradually, his eyes returned to the hum of the television as news played through his small home. For a while, he listened to their anchorman's words, but the intense emotions of sadness infected him the instant they updated on the recent TRS mission gone wrong.
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A gentle sigh breached his lips, a rattling shake entering the exhale because of his recent upset. The white-haired man blinked multiple times as his hands softly rubbed his eyes. The stinging increased with every touch, however, the banshee persisted to clean away any remnants of his cry. His attention lingered elsewhere as Nero cleaned himself up, several sniffles leaving Nero. Then arrived a knock echoing through his home, resonating off the walls and entering his ears. For a moment, the white-haired man froze as he stared at the TV, stomach manifesting a sensation of emptiness.
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A worrisome whimper escaped his lips as millions of thoughts cycled through his head. Tentatively, Nero's feet slipped from the couch, touching the carpeted living room floors. Inside Nero's chest, his heart pounded hard with concern as he exited the living room into the kitchen... near the front door. Thoughts churned, wondering if beyond the door would be TRS officials delivering the most devastating news or the type he hoped for... He prayed something good rested in the minds of those on the other side.
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A deep inhale filled his lungs as shaking fingers reached for the doorknob. He swallowed anxiously as he twisted the knob and opened the threshold. Only a moment would Nero be capable of reacting, his arms reaching out to grab the leaning man. The familiar appearance of pink-hair and fair skin coated in grime.
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"Ch-chae?" His lips whimpered out the words.
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Immediately, the banshee held the pink-haired man close, caring naught for the condition of his own clothes. A worried frown played across his lips as he took what he required; a tight embrace. Moments later, Nero loosened his grip, damp silvery eyes staring at his malnourished and ill-condition boyfriend.
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"What are you doing here?" He asked in a slight panic. "Y-you need a hospital and some medical help!"
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Carefully, the banshee's fingers brushed over the hunter's hair, pushing it back. Hastily, his eyes analyzed Chaerin, each glance clouding them with more worry. Nothing could cease Nero from his wishes of seeing, holding and being around the pink-haired hunter, but concern out-weighed his desires. He wanted his beloved safe, healthy and recovering to full strength in a safe location. Their home was undoubtedly safe, alas, it lacked the basic tools medical facility possessed to facilitate the healing process, which the weakened man clearly needed.
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