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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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!
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[attr=class,Amytextbox][attr=class,Amytext]Amy beamed as Dolores stated her desire to be the bestest of friends. Of course, as far as people within the market went she was pretty sure they already were the bestest of friends. As far as her favorite people went, Dolores was only beneath Amy's sister and a childhood friend she'd grown up with but hadn't seen since coming here.
"A new noble?" Amy perked up curiously. New nobles always proved to be interesting. It was only natural that they did. Madame Esmeree wouldn't choose someone boring to be one of her nobles. She wondered what that defining characteristic would be this time - personality or ability. She so hoped it was the former. She had friends in the Dark Market, but she found that they ended up boring her after a few hours. She wanted someone that could actually keep up with her energy and her mind.
With wide eyes, Amy nodded as Dolores laid out her plans for gun training. There had been hunters back in her colony and they used long guns that Amy had never been allowed to touch. Despite her time in the market, she didn't actually know much about firearms. She knew some of them had pretty handles, and she wanted one like that. If Dolores wouldn't give her one now she could always just steal one from a passerby later.
"What makes a revolver different than other guns?" she asked, chewing at the inside of her cheek. "And how does a gun even work. Is it magic or something? And if not, can it be magic? It seems like that would make it better. Magic is pretty cool."
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[attr=class,Amytextbox][attr=class,Amytext]Amy placed an indignant hand on her hip. Wouldn't kill a fly? She'd killed larger than flies. Like chickens and rabbits. Her faekin colony had been fairly cut off from civilization and kept their own livestock. But those weren't the examples that spilled out of her mouth. "I-I have killed multiple flies, thank you very much!" she snapped. In her anger her face had taken on a reddish tone, making her already not-so-intimidating glower a even less fierce. Not that she'd ever admit it. As far as she cared she was the scariest person out there. "I've even killed few mosquitos! And a spider too!" She listed off her accomplishments as though they actually added up to much of anything. "I bet you haven't killed a spider! They're big and scary and have lots of legs." An involuntary shudder went through Amy. She didn't have the sense to be scared of much, but spiders were an exception.[break][break]"My spare clothes?" she asked. Not really certain what he meant, she removed the pink cotton cardigan from over her dress and the sparkly bracelet she'd put on that morning and handed them to Ozaei. She was pretty sure that was all the 'spare' clothing she had on her. She needed the rest of it. Actually, she probably should have held onto the cardigan, but she refused to reveal just how cold she was without it by taking it back. Not to Ozaei. He'd think she was weak and she'd lose all the progress she'd just made proving she was a fierce force of nature, a point she was pretty sure she'd gotten across fairly well.[break][break]"Does that mean I have to be Ozzy and you have to be Amy?" She tilted her head slightly and watched him curiously. "Because if you're Amy you'd be picking that lock by now. Did she lock it? It seems kinda silly to lock it when anyone can open it anyway." The words came out of her mouth in a single, slightly nonsensical line of babble.
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[attr=class,Amytextbox][attr=class,Amytext]Amy lazily spun the globe around. She'd been made to learn where Canada was, the general location of the dark market. Her finger trailed a little to the west of that. She wasn't sure exactly where her faekin colony was, but she always imagined as though it was a little dot on the map. Like if she found where it was she could just look at that spot and remember her home. It was getting harder and harder for her to want to remember. It hadn't been much fun there.
Her eyes lifted to Ozaei as he approached the new table. "Girls like me?" she bristled. She narrowed her mismatched eyes, but behind them was still a levity that betrayed she was still playing around. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Girls like me. I can fight just as well as anyone else." She placed a hand on her hip. What did he even mean? That girls couldn't fight or that she looked too small? Or worse, too innocent. She'd had that problem a lot more when she'd first gotten to the market. Her face made her look like a baby and she hated it.
"And I'm super intimidating too!" Her chin lowered slightly and she hardened her eyebrows to glare at him. Then she let out what she considered to be a very scary "Rawr!" After all, lions were scary so saying rawr had to be scary too.
"See," she said haughtily, "I just don't fight becaaaaause..." Because the very idea made her stomach turn uncomfortably? Because she didn't think it was worth hurting another living being? These were things she could never say out loud because she didn't want Dolores to know they were true. "Because it would mess up my hair." She flipped a few unbrushed locks of golden hair over her shoulder as she spoke.
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[attr=class,Amytextbox][attr=class,Amytext]Amelia Steele, a noble of the Dark Market, was having a day where nothing seemed to have that shimmer of excitement she craved. Usually she could find something entertaining to do in any situation, but as she followed Roami down the hall she found herself wishing she was anywhere else. It wasn't that she didn't like Roami, she was just being boring and pushing it off on Amy and Ozaei.
Amy still made a note to nod and go along with what the woman said. She was, after all, speaking on behalf of Dolores and Amy had a rare respect for Dolores that she didn't feel toward anyone else.
She perched herself on the edge of one of the tables when Roami led them into a room, looking like a picture of angelic innocence. She was still there when Ozaei pulled out a shiny locket. Normally that would have caught her interest, but today he'd have to do far better.
"Yeah well," she pouted, "That's just a locket. Anyone can steal a necklace. Besides, she was distracted by me so it doesn't count anyway." Despite the fact that she'd challenged him earlier, she now had no intention of acknowledging his accomplishment. She could have totally done that. She'd stolen far more precious things, and used better tactics too. When it came to pickpocketing, she was the master. No one that didn't know her expected it from her, and she'd had years of practice. Ozaei may have (supposedly) had talents for which Madame Dolores kept him around, but he certainly wouldn't beat her by challenging her personal strengths.
Her eyes scanned the room, landing on a globe sitting on one of the tables. She hopped off of her own perch and walked over to it. It was beige with gold outlines for all the countries. She trailed her finger along it and glanced back at Ozaei with a cheeky smile. "Roami wants us to be bored, but all she said was that I couldn't play and you couldn't fight. What do you say we break out of here and swap roles? I could pick the fights and you could do the playing?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief at what she thought was a perfect plan. They couldn't get in trouble when they weren't disobeying any direct orders.
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[attr=class,Amytextbox][attr=class,Amytext]Wide eyed Amy wove her way through a crowd of questionable looking strangers, not pausing in her course despite the tension hanging in the air. She didn't really notice the tense atmosphere at all. She was here to deliver a folded up piece of paper to one of the members of the Ravagers. It was supposed to go to a man she'd never met before, but she'd been given a photo and a location and that was all the information she really needed to find him. She was rarely told much about her little errands anyway. She wouldn't have cared either way. She just wanted to be useful, whether she understood the cause she was being useful to or not.
So, ignorant to whatever was brewing in the scene around her, Amy glibly made her way up to a blonde man and handed him the folded up sheet of paper. With her job complete, she had no intention of sticking around. That seemed like it would be boring. But... as she tried to find her way out she found she'd gotten a bit swept up in the crowd and couldn't find her way out.
She chewed at the inside of her cheek as she navigated between tall men. Now that she didn't have a distinct direction to go, they looked scarier than they had before. There was someone speaking loudly, but she didn't understand much of what he was saying. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of someone slightly familiar and clung on. "Warren!" she said brightly and went to stand by him. She didn't really know him that well, but some of her tasks had led her to him and he seemed nice enough. At least, he was never mean. Besides, he was the only one she knew and the most childish part of her told her that meant he would keep her safe.
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[attr=class,Amytextbox][attr=class,Amytext]Dolores' every word set Amy on edge, as did the display of power. She'd seen this played out before, but rarely towards loyal allies. There was no way she thought Amy was innocent. But she had yet to do anything wrong so she didn't know what she was being accused of or how to defend herself. She wished she had her stuffy to cling onto, but she'd left it in her room.
Amy shook her head slowly. "What... do I want?" she repeated carefully. Had what she wanted changed? That was the only reason she could think of for Dolores asking, but what the younger girl wanted had held fast. Just because she was looking at different tactics didn't mean she sought anything new. If she did, Dolores would be her best bet of getting it so she'd never try to hide her desires.
"You know what I want. I want to have people to play with and I want you to be happy and I want to find my sister." she replied with a touch of frustration. "And I don't take your pretty things because if I took your stuff you wouldn't like it and if you didn't like something that would mean you're not happy. You're my friend and I want my friends to be happy and I don't want my friends to be mad at me."
"But what I want right now is to do something fun! Come on, what are we gonna do today, I'm getting bored." Amy didn't know what game she wanted to play today yet, she'd wanted to see why Dolores was so insistent on talking first, but she'd grown tired of trying to figure out the older woman's puzzles. If she wasn't in trouble she was fine and if she was she'd still want to do something more entertaining than this.
"I know what we should do! You should teach me to shoot those guns! Why do you use guns anyway? Can't you just telepath a bullet through someone's skull? Oh oh oh!! That's how you should kill the old guy! But not through his skull, that's boring." Amy's words were strung together in excitement and not really thought through. She knew Dolores liked bloody displays, and this suggestion would certainly be one. People would be terrified! Amy herself didn't like blood, it always made her stomach twist, but, as she'd vaguely mentioned before, she liked Dolores being happy.
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[attr=class,Amytextbox][attr=class,Amytext]Boooooored. Bored, bored, bored! There was absolutely nothing to do! It was a Wednesday afternoon and all the local kids were still in school and the gang didn't have anything for her to do and she was so exhaustingly bored. She wanted to run around and laugh and play, but if she did those things on her own it wouldn't be fun and she'd get funny looks. She didn't like getting funny looks from others. Well, she kind of did but she'd rather get continued attention out of those funny looks.
She kicked at the road as she walked, not sure what else there was to do. Unlike all the other kids, Amy didn't have school. It wasn't the sort of thing her sister had the time or money to get her enrolled in. Her sister did her best but she was just a person, or so she said. Usually Amy's work for the Ravagers would keep her busy, but not today. Today everyone fun was MIA.
She lifted her gaze as she spotted a passerby with a bracelet and silently snatched it from their wrist. It was pretty, with a glass heart pendant glimmering in the golden sunlight. She liked pretty things. She never wore bracelets like that, but it was shiny and much like a cat that was enough to keep her attention. People had compared her to a cat before. She rather liked it. Kitties were adorable with their big pretty eyes and soft fur and painful bites. She didn't see how people thought she was like a cat, but she liked it nonetheless.
She tucked the bracelet in the pocket of her dress. She'd add it to her collection when she got home but she didn't want to go back and be stuck inside all day. No one was at home either. She'd been told in the past that she really shouldn't go out on her own, but she didn't usually pay such warnings much mind. She didn't understand how a child with bruises trailing up her arm wandering around the streets might look to strangers.
Another person was walking a bit ahead of her and, upon confirming there was nothing she particularly wanted for herself, she ran up to them and tugged at their arm. "You!" she exclaimed, "I'm bored, let's play a game!"
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[attr=class,Amytextbox][attr=class,Amytext]'There is no true reason to leave such a safe place.' The words rang in Amy’s ears. They were wrong. She’d forgotten for a pretty while, too dazzled by the glimmering luxuries of the Dark Market, but there was a true reason to leave. There had never been a reason to stay forever, she was just supposed to be a temporary resident until she found her sister. It was true that she’d considered bringing her sister back here when she found her, but she kept getting too distracted to look for the girl and it would remain that way as long as she played princess in this gilded trap.
Dolores was talking again. Amy blinked in confusion. What an odd assumption. Something was bothering her but it had nothing to do with financial issues. She didn’t hesitate too long before responding in a matter of fact tone. "It was pretty and I wanted it so I made it mine. If I was low on money I would have stolen his wallet."And she wouldn’t have done it in front of Dolores. Innocent and naive as she knew she was, Amy had picked up on a few tricks from Madame Esmeree. For one she wouldn’t wear her weaknesses so plainly. If she wanted the woman knowing about any financial issues she would just ask, otherwise she wouldn’t give any indication that there was a conversation to be had. As it was, she was doing quite well. The Dark Market provided more than she could ever ask for. It had almost grown boring how easily everything came.
"Madame, how can I get low on money when there’s so little I’m interested in buying?" Wide eyes awaited an answer, but behind them Amy was debating why she’d been asked in the first place. Gracious as Dolores was, she was a busy woman and she didn’t make a habit of thinking of others unless she could use them for something. She already had Amy hooked so there was no reason to butter her up. Unless there was. Did the shark suspect Amy was holding something back? The question gnawed at her stomach. The way she was holding that pistol didn’t help.
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[attr=class,Amytextbox][attr=class,Amytext]Amy was wearing a pretty pink dress with a pretty pink bow and a pretty white jacket. She’d done a quick twirl in front of the mirror that morning as she put it on. She was supposed to go on a walk with Dolores, an event that demanded she look her best. She spent plenty of time with the Madame and she always tried to put her best foot forward. Everyone always seemed to be terrified of the woman and Amy didn’t want to run out of use… Then again, lately she’d begun to reconsider. She’d been here long enough. It was so easy to get trapped in this beautiful world, but she was sure people in real life would miss her by now. She couldn’t have her sister moving on before she found her.
Dolores was dressed in an elegant gown and held a pistol in her hand. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but she looked particularly terrifying today. She couldn’t help but wonder what had called for the show. Had Amy done something wrong? There was nothing to suggest that but the nagging feeling persisted anyway.
"Oh yes, I think all the scented candles are great!" she nodded with a toothy smile. "We didn’t have them back home. Have I mentioned that before? I think I’ve mentioned that before. You guys have a lot of stuff here that we didn’t have back home. I really do love it here." she rattled out the string of words in the span of only a couple of breaths. The luxury of the Dark Market always took Amy’s breath away. She was lucky to have the Madame’s favor. Lucky to be able to live here. Lucky to have the life she’d grown so restless with.
As a distraction from her thoughts, her hand snaked out and caught the pocket watch of a passing stranger. She held it up and grinned as it’s jeweled surface glimmered in the candle light. It was pretty, embedded with rubies and mother of pearl. She liked pretty things. Who in the world carried around pocket watches? Old people, that’s who. She glanced behind her and confirmed that the man she’d taken it from was, in fact, very old looking. She tucked the watch in the pocket of her dress, deciding it was hers now.
Her mismatched eyes turned to gaze up at Dolores. "How are you doing today, Madame?" she inquired. She wouldn’t care how most people were doing, in fact it was a question she rarely asked anyone but Dolores. But for all Dolores was doing for her it was the least Amy could do in return, especially when she could often help with headaches or other minor inconveniences. And yet for all she’d do for Dolores at the drop of a hat, she didn’t think she could stay here much longer. She didn’t belong here, she belonged with her sister, and she wasn’t making any process towards finding the other girl. She had plenty of friends here, but she was homesick and she’d never intended to hang round forever.
Amy is a 4’7” little girl. She has long blonde hair that she rarely bothers brushing and mismatched eyes, one red and one blue. Like most children, she has chubby cheeks, wide eyes, and otherwise innocent features. She looks slightly younger than she is, maybe 10 or 11, due to her species. She is tiny and very breakable. Usually, she’s got at least a couple bruises on display.
personality
POSITIVE - Affectionate - Courageous (or maybe stupid) - Loyal - Eager to Help - Playful
Amy is naive and childish. She’d rather have fun than consider risks, and she rarely takes a moment to consider how her actions affect others. In fact, if she wants something she’ll do anything to get it, no matter where it leaves other parties. She very much wants attention and she will attach herself to other people when she’s bored, even when her presence is very much unwelcome.
When it comes down to it, though, Amy does want to help. If she likes you she loves you and she’ll take the necessary actions to protect you, even if you problems are way out of her league. She never wants anyone to be in pain and will do whatever she can to stop it. She’s a loyal friend, and it’s not hard to gain that status. Even if you betray her, she’ll probably still stick by your side.
abilities
Plant Growth ~ ….Don’t even bother Amy will probably never have any control over this ability. There have been a few times where she’s lashed out and plants grew in an uncontrolled explosion around her, but when she puts any thought into it.
Healing ~ Advanced Amy has always had a talent for healing. In fact, one of her first memories was healing a stray dog that had gotten run over by a car. She can heal almost any non-vital wounds 10 times faster than a being could heal themselves, but in most cases, she has to concentrate very hard and it requires physical contact and it takes a lot of energy out of her. The more she knows about the anatomy near the wound, the easier it is for her to heal it.
A subsection of her healing ability is a spell called Aura Cast. This ability allows her to cast a 6-meter radius in which any living creature will in 6 minutes heal as much as they might regularly in 6 weeks. It takes more concentration and willpower than she has to cast it for longer than 3 or 4 minutes without encouragement and after casting it she will fall asleep for 10 minutes and be fatigued for the next few hours. She cannot cast this more than once in a 24 hour period.
Resistant to Aging This ability doesn’t have much of an effect on her yet, but when she gets older she will age at a rate of 1:10. Currently, this means she looks a bit more youthful than she is, but the full effect won’t kick in for a few years.
backstory
The world hasn’t been a nice place to Amy in a long time, but there have always been a select few blessings she keeps close to her heart. One of them is her older sister Rory. 10 years older than her, Rory was always the strong one, the one Amy looked up to. In a way, Rory is the one who singlehandedly uprooted her happy life and put her in the situation she’s in now, but Amy wouldn’t have it any other way.
Amelia Steele was born in a settling of around 15 faekin and raised separately from the outside world. In her youngest years, anyone outside the small, tightly bound community may as well have been myths, like the fairytales she was told before bed. Her place in the community may not have been decided yet, but she knew her future would hold the people she saw around her.
Amy may have been happy with her life, but her sister wasn’t. Rory wanted to get to know more people so, when Amy was 8, she went off to join human society. Amy had always seen her sister as the most important person in the world and she couldn’t bear the separation. In a spur of the moment decision one night she snuck out, intending to go to the ‘big city’ and find her sister. Unfortunately, her vague knowledge of the outside world didn’t guide her to downtown Lorsette where her sister was working. Rather, she ended up in a region near Aria Village, completely lost.
At some point in her pointless wanderings, she came across a woman, Dolores Esmeree . Dolores offered her a place to stay and a sense of safety and she naively believed that with the society that organized itself around the questionable woman she was free to do anything. With no clue how the larger world worked, Amy was content within the ranks of the Dark Market.
It was a couple of years before Amy realized her goal had never been to find a new family, but to reunite with old family. The realization came one night when she couldn’t get herself to fall asleep, and it was that same night that she packed her few things and snuck out. She technically wasn’t supposed to leave without someone accompanying her, and this was the first time she broke one of the rules. She had no intention of returning.
Once she found her way to Lorsette, she asked around and found Rory after a week. Rory insisted she returned home, saying their parents must be worried sick. She obeyed, but she couldn’t find the old settlement. A local informed her that they’d been forced to leave, and Amy returned to Rory.
Amy was always a cunning child, willing to break norms as long as they weren’t written into rules by someone she actually cared about. With her free time in Lorsette, she took to pickpocketing. One day she pickpocketed one of Rory’s friends, a rather large man who would have intimidated her had she any sense of how easily he could crush her.
He didn’t recognize her as Rory’s sister and she got in trouble with some of the man’s friends. In return, she agreed to do a few benign tasks for them, and thus she joined the Ravagers with a bit of a distanced relationship. She was usually assigned menial jobs that weren’t explicitly illegal and certainly weren’t complicated. It wasn’t until later she found out that Rory was a part of the Ravagers too.
misc
Likes: Sweets, her sister, people that buy her stuff, people that play with her Dislikes: “Meanie-faces,” strangers, vegetables, people that think she can’t do anything because she’s a child Fears: Pain, big dogs, angry people, thunder, failing when an adult tells her to do something
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