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
season
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!
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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@nuka
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NOTES
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Beyond the warm embrace of the heated apartment, snow fell in heaping buckets. The wind whistled and hummed, whipping around fragile flakes and stinging cheeks of each quiet passersby. Outside Lorsette grew cold and desolate as a blizzard began settling into the area. Citizens settled amidst the warm embrace of covers, prepared should the power go out or dreaded terror attacks ensued during the evening hours; lest they forget prior years. Basking in the fortune of work choices, Riley's eyes fixated on the outer world.
The green hues observed the spiralling flakes as howls of extreme winds broke through the apartment walls. Streetlights were faintly outlined between the rapidly blowing snow. The blurs of moving vehicles being stalled and hidden beneath the ever-shifting blanket. Despite his fancying of TRS goals and ideals, despicable colds ceased the torrent of determination. As an unktehi, the frigid, damp Newfoundland winters stung his fingers and reddened his cheeks in meagre seconds. His species never gained proficiency in surviving colder temperatures without regulated charms or thick clothes; the latter rarely boding well for his quick-berserker styled combat.
Though, his thoughts were muted compared to an hour or two prior. Before the blizzards settling, Riley made plans for a coworker to visit for drinks and general fun. Alas, the arrival of nastily blowing snow, frigid temperatures and unsafe roads suggested the possibility of a spontaneous sleepover. Liquor in hand, Riley pulled away from the living room window, lightly buzzed and not entirely intoxicated. The unktehi's green eyes glazed over the well-maintained apartment he moved into upon his return to Lorsette.
Slowly, his eyes returned to the living room couch. A chuckle rumbled from the crocodile's throat as he grinned broadly at his companion for the evening. The subject was not humourous, alas, the unktehi regularly struggled to refrain from laughter in circumstances of minor inconvenience; especially when coupled with a little alcohol.
"Dude, I don't think you'll be heading home. It's snowing cats and dogs. It's fucking nuts, the traffic is horrible," Riley informed his comrade. "Think it's best you stay the night. Cause fuck, it looks crazy out there."
Stationed on the couch was a man capably becoming closer and closer to the TRS hunter. A brown-haired angel knew in the medical ward as Nuka Nylund. After consistent visits to the medical wards on account of his occupation and fighting style, the pair kicked off a pleasant friendship. The connection manifested between them brought a sense of comradery the unktehi desperately required. A well-meaning connection that lifted his spirits and distracted him from the unfortunate negatives plaguing his mind. The brunette was somebody he could ease around and discover comfort around.
The restless man turned, eyes fixating at the opened kitchen connected to the living room. Thoughts churned quick, the unktehi's eyes widening and his smile shortly following to light his countenance in glee. His waist leaned against the couch with a single steadying hand firmly placed on the backrest. From that position, he peered over at the angel.
"Hey, we should make hot chocolate bombs. I have all the stuff for it and I can sneak a smidge of Baileys into it too. You game, Nuka?" He happily asked the angel.
Before the answer's arrival, Riley pushed away from the couch. His feet carried him through the kitchen threshold and towards the main island. The can of beer was placed onto the island while his eyes wandered the endless drawers and double-doored fridge.
"At least I think I have Baileys. I don't drink it that much," the unktehi mumbled out.
His hand grasped one of the handles, pulling it open with a single, sharp tug. Once opened, his green eyes wandered through the interior of the refrigerator. First, they checked the inner shelved before retreating back to the door lined with a thinner set of shelves. There, his eyes spied the black bottle with the amber label. A gentle aha escaped his lips as Riley's hand grasped the bottle's neck, lifting it high. Once plucked from the shelf, he pushed the fridge door closed, his eyes returning to the island where he settled the Baileys.
Baileys was shortly becoming a positive caveat for future evening events. Two friends and a little liquor, it was a recipe for absolute enjoyment.
I CAN'T REMEMBER - WOULD I SURRENDER? ALL THE SIGNS SAY GO
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DRAGON AU
MEDIEVAL
NUKA "TAMER"
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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.
710
WORDS
@nuka
TAGGED
n/a
NOTES
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Battle crashed around him in a dissonant symphony. Weapons clashed, the sound of soft tings from some ringing similar to delicate bells. Coppery scents of blood burned into his nose. Red markers of where injuries occurred dotted across the shimmering white snow. In his steady hand resided an axe, head sheening with blood across the metalic surface. Beads of the red liquid of life trickled down the surface, dripping onto tampered snow beside the unfortunate sap to meet its edge. The man was bashed in, face unrecognizable and body painted with lethal blows.
The man's TRS outfit was reduced to ruins, though, a simple glance would allow others to assume the axe wielder's position if his appearance failed to provide insight. Stationed on the Assembly's soldier's face was a porcelain white mask, eerily sparing a slim, curved smile and two small holes for eyes. Bloody Smiler. It represented an outcast, many believing the mask matched his countenance as he mercilessly slew others. Their assumptions summoned the meaningless title. Yet, beneath the obscuring smile was a warring mixture of anger and neutrality.
Tugged down the sinister path via the binds of an agreement, options were limited and humanity was discarded. Any traces of the young man before his leave to England faded in the sands of time. The blood coating his hands thicker than honey as the days ticked on. The Executioner of Butcher Field gained the narrow luck of returning to the area around his home city, around where Anastasia once... lived... A demise was spoken through his father's lips and a loss suffocatingly devastating. He remembered how he almost could not breathe when the person he valued was proven dead.
Over those years, the son of an abusive, manipulative father walked the trailing red steps to the pedestalled goal... Those steps brought the son, Riley Chaeffeur, to the instance of hovering over a recently killed TRS hunter. Emotions pushed away and lashing out whenever possible, the armoured heart of a determined younger man shattered into the wounded, volatile monster he became. His green eyes swept around him, feet backpedalling. Sensations of pain pulsated in his left shoulder, another to his right ride join by a minimal tinge of bruises and scrapes.
The Assembly of Phantom's standing on the battlefield was questionable at best. A hunter wounded would be capable of retreat, an evident observation. There, it appeared their injuries were treated entirely allowing for another push. The Terror Response Syndicate knew the proper pushing would lead to their victory... unless the rails for the combat train were mysteriously removed. Quietly, Riley stepped back, holding tight to the axe's handle as he disappeared from the outskirts of the playing orchestra.
Similar thoughts unearthed as they regularly accomplished with his strategical leaves from the battlefield. The chatter in his head of returning, of allowing the mission to be botched chirped but were subsequently drowned out by the growling tone saying it's too late for that. Years in the Assembly, the thought boiled his blood. A pawn to his father, but without a means of escape, let alone a reason, the unktehi was imprisoned by his choices. Abandoning his torturous contract meant imprisonment and eventually death... why not one day have it served on a battlefield?! Bash in a few more skulls?!
Inside Riley's mind, nothing fucking mattered anymore. Already, he failed in protecting Anastasia, the person he wanted to gift the world if it brought her happiness. He was singled out, left stranded in the raging sea of choices without the options, means, or motivation to escape the reddening waters. Impossible would be the opportunities for regular life as his sins were displayed on an open theatre and battleground was the stage. While he exited stage left, he knew the play would continue as the participants prayed for their heads would not be toppling next.
The sounds of struggle grew distant as Riley's feet crunched on the recent snow fall, slow, but audible. His emerald green hues analyzed his surroundings, observing details and searching for the powered tracks to the Syndicate's battle strategy. Already he knew, once he located them, the broken man known under the absurd moniker Bloody Smiler would strike them down as expected of the monster he became.
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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WORDS
@nuka
TAGGED
n/a
NOTES
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Patiently, Riley sat, fresh pain burning across the gashed, scraped up mess of his upper shoulder. The tugging from the caught fabric reopened the wound, minimal bleeding leaking from the reopened sectors. An ugly injury by all regards, alas, nothing near critical condition. Mayhaps infected, clear puss being caught amidst the blood from the scrape. Years of fighting walked him down the path of fine-tuned adjustments. Worse circumstances existed, situations where his beserker styled combat dragged him into the pits.
Lorsette was greeted with a variety of challenges, alas, Riley managed to skim by. The more ill-favoured of his injuries being a crashed fight between the Smiling Pariah and Assembly soldiers. Back against the wall, the unktehi had discovered himself forced to fend off until back up arrived. The berserker style he favoured summoned rakes of ugly knives, a few narrow slashes from a problematic cursed blade. The situation survived, but the fighter a mess of injuries with a hefty coppery scent weighted around his form and clinging to his clothes.
Quitting was labelled as undefined, the day opening the floodgates to realization. The connotations of his name known through the actions of his fierce determination. A stern refusal to perish exemplified the brutal, cunning edge of a man adjusted to fighting for his life. He pretty much started when he was born after all. The comments regarding his colleague maintained Riley's attention. The unktehi nodded, the softest hint of a confident smile stretching across his lips.
"He'll be fine, I'm sure he's tough enough," Riley assured, giving a bit of a dismissive wave. "I mean, the medic was watching him the whole trip back and they're just terrors. So they're probably using some magic on him right now."
The retelling of the battle scene earned the innate reactions from the medic. Few enjoyed the riveting details of combat unless cleansed of the grotesque violence and stomach-churning details. Their situation was nothing near a fairytale with the Assembly's efforts being a daily resurgence. Injuries were inevitable. Riley could imagine the aftermaths witnessed by the angel, however, more haunting was the thoughts of desensitization. It allowed for the unktehi to adjust to the brutal circumstances of Butcher Field... to the blood coating his hands.
"Ehh, I've been through worse," he commented with a shrug.
Imprisonment in Butcher Field... it allowed Riley to make hell a home. Not a thought entered the territory of self-pity as the unktehi maintained a relatively tall, semi-slouched posture. A nonrealistic offer tickled the dirty-blond unktehi's ears. He straightened slightly, green hues locking onto the angel. Across his lips crawled a charming smile as he regarded the ward medic. Thoughts twirled as plans formulated into Riley's head.
"Well, maybe when you're on your break we could talk for a bit? That would be enough for me," he responded. "We can always do that later."
A soft flinch infiltrated the hunter's expression as the lukewarm cloth was brought to his skin. The insignificant pebbles rolled to the floor while the cloth swept up dirt. Beads of water trickled down the length of his arm. A gentle chuckle rumbled from Riley's throat at the mention of lollipops.
"I won't. If I do you might refuse to give me more," he chuckled out.
Occasionally, the unktehi grimaced at the sensations of his wounds. Alas, the apology was greeted with an unconcerned wave. Unfortunately, the pain was apart of the healing process at times. He smiled at the words, lips curving into a broad grin.
"I will. That is doctor's orders," he chuckled.
The healing magic soon arrived over his wounds, the injury mending to a degree. He nodded at Nuka as he stayed stationed on the examination table. A question soon prompted a new topic into the conversation.
"Not too much, just work and sometimes a little bar hopping here and there," the unktehi responded casually. "What about you? Anything new?"
The urge to lean back was resisted as Riley allowed Nuka to tend to his wounds. The unjuries outweighed the requirements of comfort.
I CAN'T REMEMBER - WOULD I SURRENDER? ALL THE SIGNS SAY GO
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anarchist AU
medieval
father noble
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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?
I CAN'T REMEMBER - WOULD I SURRENDER? ALL THE SIGNS SAY GO
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assassin au
altered crimes
guilty
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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?
I CAN'T REMEMBER - WOULD I SURRENDER? ALL THE SIGNS SAY GO
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farmhand AU
w/ family friend
worker
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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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- Worked for a friend of his. [break] - When his friend retired from farming, he began working for the Nylund family.
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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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highschool au
student
trash father
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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?
I CAN'T REMEMBER - WOULD I SURRENDER? ALL THE SIGNS SAY GO
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apocalypse AU
military
survivor
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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?
I CAN'T REMEMBER - WOULD I SURRENDER? ALL THE SIGNS SAY GO
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knight au
rival kingdom
guards nuka
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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?
WHEN THE WORLD PUSHED YOU DOWN, YOU PUSHED IT BACK!
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superhero AU
beserker hero
teamed hero
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When everything soured, they saved you from the man you feared most. Stomped underfoot, they became the relief, bringing forth freedom. You told them your story, how choices were limited, a prisoner to protect another. In their kindness, they believed you. Took your words, understood the twisted situation you were trapped in. A villain fathering a protective son. Never could you thank them enough for their rescue. From there, you dived right in, devoted yourself and never looked back.
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a single thought rang through your ( head )
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personality changes
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your tale of disrupting ( darkness )
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history changes
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you use everything you god to ( help )
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Powers [break] Water Manipulation [break] Immortality[break]
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Battle Arsenal & Technology [break][break]
Boiler Sword [break] A specially designed sword meant to funnel in boiling water and withstand the heat, while conducting it into the blade. The sword is one edged and made with extremely durable and heat-conductive metal. The edge opposed to the blade operates as a blunt object, being the strengthening spine. Riley can channel his water into the blade, allowing him to control the temperature. [break][break]
Plated Coat [break] A specialized coat composed of flexible plates designed to protect his body from severe damage. These plates are on the heavier side, however, they can protect against harsh attacks and are fire resilient. [break][break]
Gaunlets [break] Defensive, black metal and red accented gauntlets cover Riley's forearms. These armour pieces are designed to act as a shielding method for Riley's close-combat, berserker style. They lean on the bulkier side but are highly durable, allowing him to block attacks with ease. These items do not work well against mass-scaled attacks. [break][break]
Maneuver-Aiding Boots [break] A specially designed pair of "boots" that weave up Riley's legs beneath his pants. These boots are specially designed to add extra speed or provide the individual with a jump boost. They are well-suited for parkour and allow the user to move fast. However, these will only affect Riley's legs and nowhere else across his body. [break][break]
Hearing Apparatus [break] A pair of rabbit-eared headphones designed to allow Riley to hear from further distances. There is a special knob on the side he can use to adjust the volume of the headphones. These devices can cause weakness to sound should they be kept at a high volume.
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and fight through the ( pain )
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- Partnered with Nuka Nylund. [break][break]
Miscy
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no more letting the dark win - light will reign against the vile
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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.
