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 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.
A subtle sense of anxiety gripped the young banshee as he searched for Chaerin. Concerns about a wound worsening in condition hastily shuffled through his mind. A disorderly line of worries crashing through the glass and wreaking chaos. Among the people Nero became acquainted with in TRS, Chaerin was beyond important. Somebody, he fancied the companionship of existed in the pink-haired man. As a familiar, cheery voice rung from the room before his purple eyes could lock, Nero visibly eased. The strained muscles released their worries, yet, subtle hints reserved themselves in a reminder of Chae being wounded.
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Cautious steps were taken forward as Nero properly entered the room. A soft smile played across his lips, displaying the relief that washed over him. As the nephilim merrily spoke, the banshee's purple eyes were analyzing his condition. A majority of Chaerin's body appeared unharmed, however, raked above one of his hips were a series of claw marks. The fabric was torn and blooded from the injury. The terror or Assembly soldier had evident accomplished a decent chunk of damage, the location suggesting movement would become limited.
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As the question about the mission's success reached his ears, Nero nodded. Though, he soon flashed a soft smile as he recalled the previous inquiry.
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"Well, not quite to visit," he began before pointing at the wound on Chae's hip. "I was told about those, sooo I came to find you. But! We can visit while I'm cleaning and wrapping those up."
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The secondary medic turned away, hand gesturing for Chaerin to follow him. The wounds appeared to be nothing life-threatening, leaving Nero to take his time with bringing the nephilim to an examination room. As he turned out of the room, the hunter hopefully in tow, the white-haired man started the beginnings of conversation.
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"So the mission went well, I take it?" he began.
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There was something exhilarating about hearing people recount mission details, at least, when there were no casualties. It provided the opportunity to celebrate success over the achievements, which was needed in dire times.
Silvery purple sunglasses surveyed the hallways of the TRS headquarters. The banshees optics aided by the use of a specialized work charm to limit the harmfulness of light against his eyes; though, his eyesight was mediocre despite its aid. Banshees were known for their night vision, not their vision in exposure to light. Fortunate to the young banshee, his delicate hearing managed to detect the bouncing noises. The strides of the white-haired banshee were far paced, clear haste in his steps. There was somebody he needed to find.
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The young white-haired banshee went by the name Nero Walton. A man who was renowned for being the Terror Response Syndicate's secondary medic of the infamous unit 3. It was evident by the TRS uniform wrapped around Nero's shoulders. The dark colours accented by the greens of the medical division. Upon his chest, Nero was adorned with the two, shining green stars that represented his rank as a high-standing individual of the medical division. His charge was unit 3, the young banshee assuring things ran smoothly for the injured members of their unit.
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Though, his retreat from the medical ward came with dire connotations. Unit 3 members were returning from a difficult mission, a majority injure. Among the wounded was a close friend of Nero's, a man named Chaerin Galaxias. Somebody told him Chaerin received an injury on the battlefield, though, the pink-haired man was not among the group. Therefore, the man was inevitably somewhere inside the headquarters. The matter was merely finding the long-haired male and escorting him to the safety of a medical room where he could promptly treat him.
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Every step would bring him closer, every quickly exchanged inquiry assisting in bringing him to Chaerin. Eventually, Nero found himself stationed outside the threshold of the room people stated they last saw the injured elite. Softly, the white-haired man rapped upon the frame of the door to bring all occupants inside to his attention.
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"Chae? Are you in here?" He inquired as he glanced around the room from the door.
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Quiet prayers filled Nero's mind as his eyes surveyed the room. While Chaerin held the label of a close friend, the white-haired man admittedly discovered something more in the pink-haired man. A companion, somebody who effortlessly chased away the lonesomeness lurking over his head. It began the gradual shift in Nero's opinions of Chaerin perhaps becoming something more. Though, for the time, the banshee kept his feelings tucked under his sleeve. After losing countless lives crucial to his own, Nero held a slight hesitance.
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Merely a wariness as he allowed for the building of emotions. The man with silvery purple eyes wanted the certainty of a long-term connection. The loving embrace of an individual who planned on sticking by him and making, in a way, a new home. It prompted him to step forward, find Chaerin to assure he was healed all in the name of considering the possibilities of a future. He wanted to know if the tender sparks between them would grow into full-blown flames after all was said and done.
Standing at the male average of 5’9” with a fairly plain build, there is nothing particularly unique about Nero. His frame holds a slight amount of muscle and while not overwhelming, it is adequate enough to avoid the weak label. His arms are well-portioned to his body, however, his legs are notably a bit longer in comparison to the rest of his body. From his hands spawns fingers that are well-maintained fingernails with limited callous. With a pale complexion, many discover Nero’s skin to be attractive. Hardly a flaw covers his skin with the exception of a single, thin scar below Nero’s chin. This scar is resulted from Nero’s death at the hands of the Assembly of Phantoms.
Softened facial features mark the gorgeous face of Nero Walton. The delicate curves of his face conveys a sense of innocence and sweetness. While this portrayal is not exact, Nero holds hardly a qualm to this interpretation. His cheeks are semi-pushed into his cheeks, making them roundish in shape. This leads down into a soft jawline and slightly rounded chin. From his face comes a rounded nose, petite in size. Most striking of Nero’s features are the silvery eyes staring from his longish hair. Occasionally, these eyes display a soft, purple undertone that displays itself in certain lightings. Soft to the touch and white in colour comes from Nero’s head. In certain lightings, his hair has darker tips. His hair is semi-long, bangs drifting into his eyes and strands on the left side being longer than the rest.
Work hours always leads to Nero proudly wearing his TRS uniform, green stripes and all! Otherwise, Nero can be discovered wearing comfortable clothing. He adores sweaters, wearing them whenever possible. On warmer days where sweaters are best unworn, Nero frequently goes with the flow and maintains a comfortable and casual wear. Style is not much of a care for Nero, therefore, he happily wears just about anything.
Sound Manipulation -- Intermediate The ability to manipulate sound, allowing the user to increase the pitch and volume, even reaching lengths of allowing the user to mute someone. At most, Nero is capable of stunning somebody by increasing the volume of a scream or noise to slip away. However, regularly he uses this to increase his volume should he be singing. Ultimately, he struggles with making proper attacks with his sound manipulation, instead relying on it as a stun. He can mute sounds, however, the louder the noise, the more difficulties Nero will have in muting it. If the noise is loud enough, sound can trickle out from the attempts to mute. The more Nero uses this ability, the more energy will be drained from him.
Echolocation -- Advanced The ability to release a sound and detect where it bounces off in order to discern location. As a banshee, echolocation is crucial for Nero during moments where the outside world is extremely bright. From Nero’s mouth, he can emit a frequency that goes unheard by regular ears that will echo back to him. Through this, he can find his way around with ease and navigate the world. However, Nero does find some difficulties accomplishing this in high-volume crowded areas. The sounds can become somewhat disturbed should other noises prove outrageously loud. This is impart for reasons of it being a distraction rather than anything else.
Hymns -- Mastered The ability to cause healing, protection, strength (minor) and siren effects through the use of singing hymns. Through the power of his voice, Nero is capable of playing an ample support role to those around him. In emergency situations, he will use his healing hymn in order to restore the biological constructs of another individual. He can reach the maximum number of 5, however, afterwards he will feel weary since everybody receives healing as a collective. This will lead to him being wobblier on his feet. In moments where his team mates require protection, Nero can use his hymns to conjure a shield that will last for the duration of the song he says. Afterwards, the shield will fall, therefore they are required to be prepared for the coming trials. Similarly, he can give someone temporary strength, however, it only lasts to the duration of the song and is nothing to supernatural levels. Least effect are Nero’s siren songs, which can narrowly bring a person coming his way. Regularly, people do not listen to the effects of his siren song, leaving it ineffective. Should Nero get cut off during his song, the effects will vanish. At max, he can keep his protection and strength up for a 10 minute song, however, he will face severe exhaustion afterwards and risks fainting.
Flight -- Advanced The ability to fly in the air without the use of wings, even allowing the user to levitate. Among the few intriguing gains Nero received upon his death was the ability of flight which quickly enamoured him. Quickly, he learned the freedoms of flight and enjoyed every second of it. Happily, Nero can fly high and float through the air, diving and dipping happily as he moves through the air. This being said, Nero still risks a variety of dangers with using this ability. Should he lose consciousness or grow tired, he risks making a crash landing which can cause severe damages to his body.
Night Vision -- Mastered The ability to see in darkness or even complete darkness. Similar to all banshees, Nero’s eyes are specially tuned to see in the darkest of conditions. His eyes are most suitable for the dark rather than daylight hours, leaving evenings the best time for Nero to enjoy himself. He can turn his night vision on and off like a switch, but regularly he keeps it on unless it is the morning hours. As expected, bright lights can harm Nero’s eyes horribly when his night vision is on. This is an increased headache causing pain that is considered worse than when it is off and he is wandering in the light.
Born into a family filled with happiness and positivity, Nero was bound to grow up a jovial individual. Through those years, the young boy proved gleeful in his childhood years. The crucial recipe for an existence filled with joy and support existed in the people around him. Family meant everything and from the beginning, the Waltons accepted that fact whole-heartedly. They were a well-respected family because of the amount of smiles they shared and the manner they treated their fellow man. In Lorsette, they were well-liked and admired for frequently taking TRS occupations of varying divisions. There were only a few outliers who worked elsewhere, but nonetheless managed to gain admiration through their years.
As a child, Nero received the fortunes of a fairly regular life unhindered by the cruelty of the world. His parents loved and adored him, smothering him in the love a child of his youth required. They were the type to take family vacations and always have a game night to strengthen those bonds. The sounds of dice rolling over a game board, cheers of high numbers and endless laughter. The support from high grades or the encouragement to try harder next time. The eves where they lounged on the couch and watched movies together. The sounds of splashing water as they went to swim parks and beaches. He remembered it all, even the way his mother hummed as they tended the garden together.
From a young age, Nero was a singer. Influenced by his mother’s angelic voice, he merely followed suit without a second thought. In the beginning he was supported in the wondrous pastime. In the beginner, the melodic sounds leaving his vocal cords coloured Nero’s world with wishes of glamour. As an adolescent, he wished to thrust himself into the limelight and entertain those who required a pick-me-up. He believed it his destiny as he practiced through the years, supported by peers and his parents. Through school he participated in choir and band classes, enjoying every precious second of his childhood. His childhood was blatantly average, however, filled with seemingly boundless happiness. During school, Nero won awards for his magnificent singing voice and upon graduation, was hoping to find his place among the stars.
But paradise never lasts. He remembered the eve when everyone was at home. His mother was cooking in the kitchen, preparing for supper while his father worked in the garage. They never knew of the flames being lit against the house until hearing the shrill scream from the garage. The gutteral sounds of death echoed through the home as trepidation filled Nero. His mother hurried into the living room with plans of leaving with her son. She was closing the distance when Nero watched as needles formed from darkness were shot at her. He screamed for her to look out... yet his works arrived late as she screamed and fell to the ground. In pain, but alive. Everything happened fast, terrors flooding in and the child being among the few left.
He was never a fighter and in the instance, Nero found himself trembling too much to move. To them, he was food, something they wanted to play with. He remembered the tight arm yanking him to the side and inflicting a curse upon him. The terror intoxicating his mind made him tearful as he pleaded for his life and prayed for them to leave his parents alone. In a twisted moment of depravity, they brought his barely breathing mother close... and slit her throat before him. The whimper that left his lips as he trembled and screamed for them to stop, but they never did. They mutilated her body, laughing all the while as they played with their “food”. The flames enclosing the house licked away at the home Nero considered dear, destroying all he knew. The final thing he remembered before his death was the vicious kiss of a blade to his throat.
While his body ceased the breathing process, the TRS had arrived, the heathens flushed out and the flames gradually ceased. The home was dilapidated from the offense, however, some valuables were salvageable. They believed three victims were in the home, two males with one being a coworker and one female. Yet their deductions changed when young Nero Walton began breathing again. They shipped him off to receive medical aid, it hastily being discovered the young man had died and returned as a banshee. For a time, Nero found himself falling into a depression as thoughts of his parents’ demise tormented him. He was forced out of the home and received the insurance money. He managed to get his family photo album from the burnt wreckage... yet he found himself feeling purposeless.
It took a month for him to decide what he wanted to do... To which, Nero enlisted to become a TRS member in hopes of rescuing those from the afflictions done to his heart. He wanted to make the most of his return to life, thus he entered the ranks as a healer. Through his training he excelled, wishes of being a singer abandoned for the harsh life of medicine. After his graduation, he worked hard, doing plenty of field work while occasionally assisting in the ward when they were short staffed. The amount of hard work placed into his new occupation brought forth a sense of happiness as he assisted others. As time went on, Nero was promoted to Secondary Medic at the age of 24 and has maintained the position for 6 years.
misc
- Likes: Hot chocolate, rabbits, photo albums, socializing, singing, music, working, helping others, spring, flowers, gardening, cooking, warm blankets, honeybuns, snuggling, TRS, family events, hugging - Dislikes: The Assembly, sleeping, nightmares, crying (when himself), being alone, sour candy, bugs, terrors, campfires, failure, peppermints, gorey games/movies, horror movies, lonely nights, rainy days - Fears: Loss, loneliness, fire - During daylight hours, Nero wears sunglasses in an attempt to counteract his inability to see when light is available. - He keeps a photo album of his family to remember them and keep their memories alive. - Even before his death, Nero had a beautiful singing voice. He adores singing and many can find him humming as he does his work. - In front of others, Nero is always wearing a front. He keeps his concerns private and rarely complains. However, beneath that is a sense of envy over others having people to rely on and a deep sense of lonesomeness. As a family-oriented person, losing his family left Nero without much other than a wish to make others happy. In secret, he even shows a slight discontentment with life during his more lonesome moments. - Nero can be flirtatious, but anything beyond acquiring a mere date is unlikely unless Nero becomes very interested in the other person. - He is enamoured with the thought of having a significant other to snuggle during the evenings. - He feels extremely uncomfortable around open flames.
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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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