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.
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The Staff
season
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 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
YOU BROKE UNDER THE PRESSURE - CAN'T ESCAPE THE DARKNESS
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ap au
soldier
boiled over
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You never escaped there, did you? Never left Butcher Field. Pushed, pushed, pushed. Killed, killed, killed. The repeated cycle brings red waves over you, drowning you in scents of copper. Behind you, he pushes, he beats you, he brings you to the brink. Deeper into the depths you spiralled uncontrollably... until one day you snapped. Acceptance of your endless sins, a broken soul believing escape was futile. Everything you stood for gone. A martyr suffering for your follies, saving one for your soul.
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personality changes
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chained to the horrors of your ( past )
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history changes
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burdened by a path of ( darkness )
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miscellaneous
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all those shadows loom over you - digging their claws in.
general character blurb or summary can go here. [b]i realized after starting[/b] this template, originally based on "systematic love", two things: a) [i]that systematic love has no good lyrics[/i] worth using as dummy text for a template because none of them make any hecking sense; and b) [i]the challenge was based on a stop light[/i], and operation: mindcrime ii's "signs say go" fits pretty well, at least in the name. [b]alas, all the of the css names[/b] are still based on the vocaloid song. and i left miku in, since. [b]well[/b]. that icon's where i grabbed the hex codes from.
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. [b]no matter what's said, i swear i'll see him dead![/b] 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]i can't remember! all the signs say go.[/i] would i surrender? try to save my soul? i can't remember! all the signs say - go!
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"]Scents of blood weighed thick in the TRS transportation van. Across the way, a medic with a sweated brow worked steadily on cleaning the blood of a heavily wounded, but still conscious hunter. Through the scents, silent consumed the van, leaving Riley stationed in the corner, observing the efforts with a neutral expression. After a nasty scuffle with a razor and a pair of troublemakers, their team toughed through, battered and bruised. Though, the colleague occupying a single bench bore the weight of the injuries in comparison to himself and another silent occupant.
The hidden holes of the mask allowed the Smiling Pariah a view, though, the green optics drifted occasionally. The medic's efforts were fixated on the single member of the party, leaving Riley unattended. A pain burned in his arm from the gash located narrowly below his shoulder. Every rattle of the accursed van summoned strings of the sensation across his arm and shoulder. After minutes of being unattended, Riley's jacket clung to his flesh from the caking of drying blood around the damaged sleeve, however, the wound was survivable.
A shing as the metal flap separating drivers from hunters echoed in Riley's ears. In moments, the elite hunter's eyes shifted towards the freshly opened panel.
"We're pulling up now, everybody get ready to get out. We will pull up to the medical ward entrance," a driver announced, his voice ringing through the back of the van.
An inaudible rumble growled from Riley's throat as the unktehi adjusted himself on the bench. Carefully, he rolled his uninjured shoulder, stretching it a tad. After the announcements, the medic's eyes locked on the pair of minimally wounded hunters.
"Let me leave first, I have a room ready for him," the medic insisted. "But if you two could grab the doors..."
Well stretching, Riley provided a nod of confirmation. The sounds of loud beeping outside the van echoed around them as the drivers backed up to the door. The rumbling of the van quieted, the pair of hunters hurrying to the threshold, unlocking them and opening the double doors. The van workers were unbuckled, soon grabbing the ramps and pulling them out. With that, the medic assisted their wounded comrade into the medical ward, others joining upon his arrival. With the worse of the injured inside, the drivers gestured for the pair of hunters to head inside.
Promptly, Riley abandoned the van, heading into the opened doors of the medical ward. Eyes drifted over the masked man, a few expressing a soft grimace. Quietly, one grabbed his elbow and pointed him in the direction of where he would be receiving medical attention. A silent nod was provided for an acknowledgement before Riley proceeded down the hallway. The pointed to door was pushed open, Riley discovering the familiar face of Nuka Nylund. The corners of the unktehi's lips pulled up, the man's countenance wearing a genuine smile.
In Lorsette's TRS branch, Riley received similar treatment as he expected from his peers. People were unnerved by him, practicing avoidance and hushed conversation in his presence. However, Nuka Nylund was a convention-breaking man. Somebody capable of exhibiting friendliness towards him and a willingness to converse with him. The angelic ward medic became a soothing presence for Riley. The amiable greetings were exchanged as Riley entered the room, letting the door close behind him. Playfulness touched Nuka's voice as he asked about what happened.
"Gotta nasty cut from a razor," he explained as he walked over. "So, the usual."
A quiet chuckle rumbled in the depths of Riley's throat to punctuate his words. The elite hunter remained standing, waiting for Nuka to express his wishes for the startings of mending the wound. The gentle touch to his blood-soaked jacket spoke volumes about the angel's instructions. The jacket would require shedding to finally reach the gash to his arm without hindrance in cleaning up the injury. Though, the manner Nuka mentioned stripping from his TRS jacket left Riley gently laughing again.
"I'll keep that in mind then," Riley said with a gleeful laugh to his voice.
Inside of Riley, emotions of giddy happiness infected his brain the longer he stayed in Nuka's presence. Whenever together, the medic always managed to summon a sense of blissful comfort and happiness to the battle-worn unktehi. Graceful and pleasant in social practice, Nuka allowed the tormented man a sense of easement whenever he was in his presence. The mentioning of the shoulder wound being moderate at most was vaguely stated.
"Yeah, I was careful this time. Though, I think Shawn took the brunt of it all. The field med had to focus on him the entire trip home," he shrugs. "I think he will be okay though. But compared to him, I was nothing for wounds."
Tidbits of their mission were provided with the words. How Shawn received the most injuries, meaning while his wound was relatively deep, was nothing compared to his. As he spoke, his right shoulder was freed from his jacket, leaving the injured left requiring liberation. The soft mumbling was noticed by Riley's sensitive ears, causing him to favour Nuka with an invisible smirk beneath his mask.
"Favourite? Does that mean I get more lollipops than the other patients?" The unktehi joked as Nuka prepared to further free him from the jacket.
The forewarn reached Riley's ears and was responded to with a nod of acknowledgement. The dirty blond accepted there would be pain with the removal of his jacket. Undoubtedly, the blood glue would pull at the opening of the wound, likely leading it to bleed again. However, the jacket accomplished its purpose, assuring the wound would temporarily stop bleeding or at least bleed less. The pull began easy, the jacket sliding off the top portion of his shoulder, though, as it approached the wound, it tugged flesh.
A hiss of pain gritted through Riley's teeth as fabric ripped away from the gash in his arm. Though, afterwards, it was the meagre, minor pains from blood being tugged from arm hair. The liberation of his arm revealed the condition of the wound. Time spent beneath the jacket created an ugly thing, surrounded by dried blood, coated with smaller fabric fibres and bleeding once again. Though riddled across it were several scrapped marks, suggesting a painful instance of sliding across it to avoid an attack, however, the order was questioned.
Dirt and tiny pebbles clung to the blood, leaving a filthy mess of an injury. Despite this, his wounded arm would still be considered one of Riley's less concerning wounds.
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"]Nowhere could she be found, until the truth revealed. The unexpected return to Lorsette was greeted with an interesting set of circumstances. Transferred into the Lorsette Branch as an elite hunter of copious transfers, Riley learned plenty with his limited time. Informed he returned hundreds of years too late to protect his younger sister and discovering her ball-of-anger son, Riley's mood was not particularly positive. Though through it all, he masked away the requirements of his emotional state, similar to a sun breaking through thick, rain-bearing clouds.
Emotional burdens, they were a hellish set of circumstances hefted upon his shoulders, maliciously eating away at him. Whispering in his ears, haunting his nightmares and on his loneliest days, leaving him without a moment of silence. Though beneath the surface, thoughts bubbled about what happened. Perhaps in her, a moment of folly she attempted to contact him and his father caught her down via the use of associates. Any specifics about her death were locked away in the mind of a nephew who already exemplified a distaste for the unktehi.
Wandering through the familiar, light-coloured hallways of the Terror Response Syndicate, a numbness overtook his brain. There was acute easement to the pain rocketing through his veins. Arriving in the form of an angelic medic, Riley fancied the attention of Nuka Nylund. Compared to the horrific status of his past, Nuka was a genuine slice of heaven for him. After everything he learned, the brunette became a relief sweeter than candy and enjoyable for his mental state. Though, unfortunate for the green-eyed unktehi, his schedule brought him to a late lunch, meaning, he would be by his lonesome.
From his hooked fingers dangles a pathetic plastic bag for his lunch. Inside was a meat-heavy sandwich secretly littered with crushed crickets. On the side was a salad he tossed and cut into a small Tupperware container during the morning while his breakfast cooked. Then on the side, in the name of his favoured dishes, were a pair of hard-boiled eggs. He founded the corner through the weighty double doors of the TRS cafeteria. Before he was seemingly endless rows of tables, a small portion being occupied by TRS members on their break.
Briefly, their gazes glanced towards him, though with haste they averted. Smiling Pariah. An outsider, a freak and somebody rather unnerving to a majority of his fellow TRS hunters. Thoughts never turned towards the other occupants, the outcast striding towards the unoccupied table beside the window. The manner people reacted to Riley was regularly interesting, with most perturbed by his very presence. The unnerving aura he radiated resulted in avoidance from his colleagues, however, Riley cared naught and instead accepted it.
Upon reaching the table, Riley plopped his lunch into the smooth, wooden surface before sliding into the chair. As the unktehi adjusted, he rolled his shoulders. Briefly, his green eyes flitted to the large window, gazing out at the front yard of the headquarters. Cars passed of multiple colours, backdropped by the plain backdrop of buildings and long empty flower pots. Not the greatest view, however, one Riley could tolerate for meagre entertainment as he consumed his lunch. Carefully, Riley folded over the bag, revealing the contents of his lunch.
Two Tupperware containers and a bagged sandwich. Nothing particularly impressive, but a suitable collection to keep his stomach filled for the remainder of his shift. Without another thought, the salad's container lid was popped open followed by the unbagging of his sandwich. Scents spiralled inside his nose, bringing forth the long bated sensations of hunger. The growing feelings of required a filled belly prompted the first bite of a sandwich half, followed by another. The arrival of lunch was well-needed, and quickly, Riley's focus became focused on the food in front of him.
Wrong, dumbass. Alligators have a rounded snout and you don't see their pearly whites like you do with me. lmfao You so stupid, that is a basic thing you could have googled.
Oh yeah, like dipping those wings in sauce I bet! One day you're gonna be in a deep frier and I will be laughing my ass off and my scales will be safer than your stupid feathers.
Remind me why I care? lmfao At least I don't have eyebrows the size of the moon.
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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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