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.
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Easement arrived with the mending efforts of Nuka Nylund. The ward medic’s pleasant behaviours allowed Riley to warrant a few moments to calm beneath his observant eyes. Years of being pushed around because of his intimidating attitude had ceased with the existence of the younger angel. It assisted exponentially in motivating Riley in letting loose and escaping his regularly lone wolf ways. The atmosphere of the medical ward when Nuka treated him procured a light to it. Despite aching wounds and steady, somewhat uncomfortable treatment, the angel brightened the place and actions up.
Tension was non-existent, instead being replaced with flourishing conversation and the occasional flinch of pain as Nuka inspected and worked away at his tending. From the unktehi's throat rose a gentle chuckle as the smile on his face broadened a tad. Cheer overcame him as his playful banter with the angelic ward medic proceeded. The teasing threats of revoked lollipop rights were an amusing concept in Riley's brain. However, If Nuka truly handed him sweet treats, the unktehi would not tell a soul; rather, it would become their special secret.
"I know better than to, Dr. Nuka," he smirked as he spoke. "Plus, if I'm too bad, you might stop healing me entirely."
The words were punctuated with a gentle laugh, denoting it as jokish tone. Gradually, the topic escaped the notion of lollipops and the privileges around them. The shift of topic prompted Riley’s attention to return to Nuka, his eyes locked onto the darker-haired man. A grin remained across his face as he awaited Nuka's funny story. The unktehi leaned back slightly, preparing to listen to the angel's words. His smile played across his face as the ward medic began his story, though everything shifted abruptly.
His body stiffened and his face dropped as surprise infiltrated his expression. The centuries of Riley's life made him privy to various magic available in their world. One of those concepts being the ever-dreamed about soulmates heard about on long nights drinking or in moments of escapism. He listened to anyone, and he remembered the long ramblings from hopeless romantics. As Nuka concluded, Riley's eyes locked onto the brunette, confusing dulling his emerald hues. The timing mentioned by Nuka proved further that there was a chance that rather than pain twins there was a special, magical bond between them.
"W-wait a second," the unktehi started, lifting a hand, "You felt pain... at the same time as me? Nuka, you have to tell me, do you feel this?"
Without a second thought to the healing status of his injury, Riley's hand reached up to painfully squeezing the injured arm. The sensation wrung through him, the unktehi instinctively flinching at the pulsating pain. The wound throbbed from the abrupt probing, however, Riley knew it was a better choice for testing the underlying suspicion. Nonetheless, even with the beliefs of magical connection, the unktehi maintained the conversation. Additional chatting to phone number possession was greeted with a small nod.
"Yeah, I gave it to you before since we were considering hanging out," the unktehi explained. "Then why not come with me? We could go bar hopping at some point or even do something else. Either way, it would be a nice night."
Should the suspicions swirling in Riley's head turn out truthful, there would be little harm in spending time with Nuka. His intention after the endless transferring was to remain in Lorsette. Despite the city being the birthing grounds of abuse and family upset, it further represented familiarity and the location he left Anastasia. Additionally, the family connections evident within the area still held crucial weight in the unktehi's mind, making leaving an impossible concept.
general character blurb or summary can go here. i realized after starting this template, originally based on "systematic love", two things: a) that systematic love has no good lyrics worth using as dummy text for a template because none of them make any hecking sense; and b) the challenge was based on a stop light, and operation: mindcrime ii's "signs say go" fits pretty well, at least in the name. alas, all the of the css names are still based on the vocaloid song. and i left miku in, since. well. that icon's where i grabbed the hex codes from.
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how do you get him out, out of your head? ( loveship )
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Boons [break] Wails of the Bloodthirsty - He hears those who has wish to shed blood upon others, can be suppressed through healing [break] Blood Frenzy [break] Cold-Hearted Killer [break] Call of Blood [break] [break][break] Abilities [break] Scents of Blood - He can smell blood and is capable of smelling scents based on people if they are bleeding. [break] Natural Warrior [break] Weapon Proficiency [break] Bloodshed's Edge - If cut by Bloodshed's Axe, the individual will bleed more than usual. [break] Vampiric Energy Restore - He can drink blood to restore energy. [break]
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generations come and go, and what will i be - the failure they see here?
I CAN'T REMEMBER - WOULD I SURRENDER? ALL THE SIGNS SAY GO
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sports au
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olympian
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general character blurb or summary can go here. i realized after starting this template, originally based on "systematic love", two things: a) that systematic love has no good lyrics worth using as dummy text for a template because none of them make any hecking sense; and b) the challenge was based on a stop light, and operation: mindcrime ii's "signs say go" fits pretty well, at least in the name. alas, all the of the css names are still based on the vocaloid song. and i left miku in, since. well. that icon's where i grabbed the hex codes from.
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how do you get him out, out of your head? ( loveship )
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convince me, mesmerize me, feed me more lies. i'll get stronger. how do you get him out, out of your head? i know i'll never see. i've gotta get free. no matter what's said, i swear i'll see him dead! now, i can't remember! all the signs say go. would i surrender? try to save my soul? i can't remember! all the signs say go. i'll never surrender! time for heads to roll. i can't remember! all the signs say go. would i surrender? try to save my soul? i can't remember! all the signs say - go!
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generations come and go, and what will i be - the failure they see here?
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
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[attr="class","rileytalk"]In the aftermath of a harsh mission, somebody attempted to sought him out. Over the course of an early spring afternoon, Riley had traversed the slushy sidewalks of Lorsette to complete a given mission. Himself alongside a small team ventured through the melting snow to defeat a disguiser alongside its troublemaker goons. At the time, he remembered the adrenaline high as his strength was proven through the defeating of terrors and overall, the Assembly of Phantoms. He was carrying out the work taught to him by a woman years ago.
The work accomplished for the means of earning a wage for survival while successfully slipping through the claws of Butcher Field, however, now somebody requested his presence. The individual delivering the news informed him it was not a higher-up or somebody long-standing in the Lorsette branch... Rather it was somebody from Europe. The mention had resulted in a tenseness bunching up inside the unktehi as he wandered the corridors of the Terror Response Syndicate Headquarters. They gave no physical description, merely used acquired feminine pronouns and nothing more...
Thus, mask donned and concerns riffling through his mind, Riley marched towards the provided location of the meeting. The man would be lying if he spoke of lacking paranoia over the presented meeting... Butcher Field deserved not a penny of trust, and after spending centuries inside the gruesome, cruel and violent organization, Riley knew the lengths they would go. The man held out hopes that perhaps the circumstance involved a recently transferred apprentice. Yet, the Smiling Pariah prepared for the worse possible situation...
For a second, Riley had considered bailing and heading out to the next location willing to accept another elite. Unfortunately for the brunette, Lorsette gained importance to the masked elite hunter. While his sister perished in the streets of their home city, her grave lived here alongside a son she had during his absence. The longer-haired brunette was the only remaining family member considered worthy of connecting with and somebody Riley desired to protect. There was rockiness in their relationship because of Riley's callous pushing aside of his own emotions.
Then there was Nuka Nylund, the ward medic... A man he enjoyed spending time with and felt a genuine sense of attachment to because of their friendship. The amount of enjoyment Riley discovered around the angel was unlike anything else he experienced. Many left him behind, ignored him and were beyond uncomfortable around the man granted the moniker Smiling Pariah; he was an outsider, not worth a pennied thought. However, the ward medic willingly invested time into him from inviting him out to playful bantering between the pair... he needed to know where it would go.
Slowly, Riley moved through the hallways, approaching the final door to the outside world. The plan was to meet outside the TRS building, narrowly outside the door. A location seemingly away from wandering souls while still creating the comfort of minimal foot traffic and distant crowds. The door spoken overlooked the sparring grounds where hunters practiced and swords clashed, and given the weather, people would be around. Perhaps the individual enjoyed the notion of spring air, however, Riley's apprehensions led his thoughts elsewhere.
The unktehi reached the threshold, his hand pushing open the heavy exit door. Sunlight poured over his skin, minimal against his face because of the mask concealing his features. His eyes swept around the door, treading light as he waited to catch a glimpse of the individual who summoned him. Around his shoulders clung the TRS uniform, the garbs that identified him as an ally... for should his worries be correct, he wished for the defence of those he worked alongside. A distance away, people sparred in the dirt circle as a few onlookers watched and the quiet hum of individuals enjoying spring weather filled his ears.
Yet, in spite of spring's peaceful song, Riley continued to feel tense. Those emotions masked in feigned serenity as his mind prayed for nothing of worry... Nothing to rally violence and force the box of bad memories to split.
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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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