Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 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.
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Resistance was nonexistent as Entoan twisted the doorknob and pushed through the threshold. The single-action boded excellently for the elite hunter's intentions. The blue-haired serpent craved the opportunity to gather the required information and carry out the necessary actions to follow. Thwarting the Assembly's cruel actions brought surges of pride to the single-eyed man, thus a smile played across his slender lips as Entoan entered the scout's office. Already, his blue gaze shifted about, curiosity sparking in his icy hue.
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Upon walking through the doorway, Entoan's eye managed to capture the scout deputy, Charles Ohm, in his sight. There was little the elite hunter knew of Scout Deputy Ohm, however, it was sensible given circumstance. As a TRS hunter, Entoan was far more familiar with the inner workings of the TRS third unit's higher-ups. The unit's sergeant, Severus Cross, was effectively a younger brother to him then he got along fine with Lieutenant Halogan. However, the other divisions remained relatively limited in connection until moments required in tandem working; if anything, he was more familiar with the workers beneath the higher-ups.
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As the seat was offered, Entoan nodded, closing the door and settling himself down. Instinctively, the blue-haired man placed a leg over his other, balancing the plastic bin atop his leg. The hunter's smile broadened as Charles mentioned the presence of an elite being rare, especially for simple deliveries. The icy-eyed hunter was unbothered by the covered yawn. As one fortunately spared of paperwork, he nonetheless overheard the gripes of it from his lieutenant on many occasions.
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"You could say that," he began, leaning back and clicking his tongue a few times. "I was around when we caught the fella with all this stuff. So, I have some visual descriptors on what he was doing with some of these things, however, we're not sure what they are for. Heck, for all we know, it has nothin' to do with TRS, but we're hoping they do."
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A gentle sigh escaped the elite hunter's lips as his smile dissipated. Being a single step ahead of the Assembly... it would be a treasure any well-meaning TRS hunter wished for, and Entoan was considered one. A man who joined in the aftermath of his parents' demise at the edge of a terror's claws, he wanted to spare others from the cruelty he faced. Tortured by emotions and his loneliness, alongside the struggles of losing an eye, it was terrible.
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"Hopefully we can get a step ahead of them... All this nonsense during summer makes it so we could use some perfected wins rather than handling the aftermath or emergencies."
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The elite hunter's words held a more serious tone compared to his initial greeting. To reign in triumph over the Assembly of Phantoms was a paramount goal in assuring setbacks in the enemy organization. Any defeats faced by the TRS would allow AP a step forward, and there was little they could afford.
[attr="class","slowdancetext"] The ever-increasing terror activity inevitably meant an influx of work inside the hunter division. The inner gears of the organization proceeded with regular patrols and follow-ups on sightings provided by the citizens of Lorsette. Nonetheless, the dutiful work of TRS members would hardly receive ease until everything wound down into the winter. Thus, the temporary pressures of the tourist-heavy months remained a weighty burden. Fortunately, the busier days were not fruitless in the gifts they bore on the daily.
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Heightened terror activity undoubtedly led to plenty of opportunities. Lurking terrors meant the following of Assembly members to assist with the twisted endeavours. A single chance allowed for steps and leaps ahead should the proper information be secured by the members. At least, until the Assembly rearranged their plans in favour of remaining unpredictable. Nonetheless, uncovering their secrets allowed for knowledge around what they wished to tackle and additionally what could further their plans. An opportunity for insight on the enemy was beyond useful.
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A single arrest provided plenty of questionable treasures in an Assembly soldier's pockets. From encrypted notes, a cellphone, a peculiar device (fortunately confirmed as not being an explosive) and various peculiar objects with symbols across their forms. Each object, after careful inspection from the forensics team, was placed cautiously into a case for scout analysis. Any DNA evidence had already been conducted and with the forensics team being based around the analyzing of crime scenes and evidence to differentiate between terror or human attacks, they were oftentimes behind.
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Therefore, the process of unencrypting the codes and devices would be handed off to the well-versed scouts. Though, despite his division, Entoan discovered himself charged with the delivery of the parcel. A reasonable move given the circumstances surrounding the capture of the Assembly soldier. The TRS hunter narrowly noticed the shady man fiddling with something by the side of a building. His encapsulated attention on the matter at hand allowed for observations, however, ultimately everything boiled down into an abrupt fight.
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While the witness evidence could only account for minimal actions, there were hopes the sighting could grant insight as to the objects use and the devised plans. A colourful cast of characters existed among the Assembly, each possessing darkened hues as they went about their sickening ploys. The plastic container was held by both hands as Entoan moved through the halls, steady as he passed familiar faces. His destination for the box of various curiosities was the scouting division where he would hand them off and into the custody of unit 3's scout deputy.
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There, the items would be examined and decrypted where possible and provide indicators to the mysteries of Assembly's future endeavours. Admittedly, a sense of excitement played in Entoan's mind at the thought of those discoveries. A thin smirk played across the blue-haired man's lips, his single eye possessing a glimmer of exhilaration at the thought. He joined the TRS with intentions of eradicating the cruel Assembly and spare the innocence of the world where plausible, thus the box was considered a treasure trove of potential missions.
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A familiar threshold entered the blue-eyed man's gaze. Measured steps carried him towards the door, the box being shuffled into a one-armed grip. The blue-headed serpent rapped on the door, the knock echoing through the hallway and carrying into the office.
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"Hey, Deputy Ohm, I have some stuff for the scouts to process," he called from beyond the door.
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Despite the accomplishment of the knock, Entoan's hand instantly dropped to the office's door handle. In a smooth motion, he twisted it, attempting to push through the door. The TRS elite desired to pass off the container of useful items to begin the processing of information. Thus, while there were risks of clicking locks or a potential absence from the office, Entoan merely planned on allowing himself in if the possibility existed.
Reaching an impressive height of 6’1” with the addition of a lean body. Exercising over the course of years, Entoan maintains a body structure thought of for a hunter. A pair of semi-broad shoulders with lean muscles covering his arms, stomach and legs. The lines of familiar lines of abs cover his stomach because of the intense work taken on his body. A soft, olive complexion covers Entoan’s body with familiar etchings of pale scars across it. On his shoulder going down his front is a large, shaky mark down his chest. Littering his body are a variety of smaller scars, though unlike the others, these are believed to be from training.
A pair of high-rise cheekbones settle beneath Entoan’s eyes, shaping a slender, but strong face. These cheeks lead down to a strong jawline, bringing the edges to a rounded chin. On the hunter’s face is a sharp, upturned nose. Leading down from Entoan’s hair are thick locks of dark cyan hair with blue undertones. In certain lightings, his cyan locks can appear more of rich navy colour. A single locker of light blue branches from his scalp, but fades quickly into the waves of cyan hair. His hair is long, reaching the mid of Entoan’s back. Notably, his hair is tied into a ponytail to avoid obsessive tangling or other damages. Occasionally hidden by the locks of unruly hair is a single, chilling ice-blue eye. They are hard, many believing they stare into the soul. However, the man’s left eye is constantly covered by an eyepatch because of an injury he received at a young age. Should the eyepatch be removed, one would notice a patch of paler flesh and additionally, an eye devoid of colour from a previous injury.
The man’s preference for garbs is notably semi-formal clothing. He enjoys dress shirts and pants, the type that creates the vibe of formal, but not entirely. He finds these types of clothes comfortable and fitting to his frame. However, in circumstances that require it or where semi-formal is considered “too much”, Entoan resorts to casual clothing. This being said, he wears single-coloured clothing with one solid colour. Never does he wear anything with graphics and stripes. As a TRS hunter, Entoan does wear his uniform during work hours. Since he has a status as an elite hunter, his accents are red in colour. He does have pierced ears, but he normally wears a pair of light-blue stones with a golden border. Occasionally, he wears other pieces of jewelry, but they are nothing gaudy or big.
Because of his species, Entoan does have a serpent form. In serpent form, he can become a large, snake-like creature. The scales coating his body is thick and of an ice-blue colour with a slight cyan tinge to them. When in this form, he displays razor-sharp teeth. His eyes maintain their harsh, ice-blue colour.
Ice Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to move, create and manipulate ice. As a hunter, fighting is an expectation given to those who operate inside the TRS, thus he trained. Entoan is capable of smoothly controlling ice. He can make spikes of ice or throwable, sharp shards to cast at other people. He is capable of throwing these at high speeds, allowing Entoan to attack others. Additionally, he can create ice across the land, making it smooth to cause others to slip or pebble it allows him to run across it with limited room for slip up. Occasionally, he does cause ice to crawl over people’s feet to make them stuck in place, even if only temporary. Large-form manipulation is something that Entoan is capable of doing, allowing him to create large protective walls or swiping attacks. This being said, the larger the manipulation, the more energy it takes. As time carries on, Entoan will gradually lose energy. In addition, despite his manipulation being ice, Entoan is at risk of slipping across it when he makes defensive surfaces, even when it is pebbled.
Pain Suppression -- Advanced The ability to repress sensations of pain, allowing the user to fight through it. Similar to a majority of serpents, Entoan can suppress his pain, making it nonexistent. He does have to cognitively activate the ability, but through its activation, he will feel no pain. Therefore, this allows him to power through and continue fighting in a rough battle. Due to his capabilities, this ability drains little energy from Entoan, but will through the duration of its activation. However, the suppression of these painful sensations does result in wounds getting worse from being powered through or unnoticed.
Serpent Shifting -- Intermediate The ability to shift into a large serpent form or manage to shift into a smaller serpent form. In serpent form, Entoan considers his fighting subpar despite the intense size he is loaned for shifting. It has lead him to rarely shift into his serpent form, and when he does, regularly shifts into a smaller form of his serpent form. Oftentimes, this is the size of a snake and only used for reconnaissance rather than anything of combat value. Due to not training it to perfection, Entoan takes 30 seconds to shift into his serpent form.
Naturals: Immortality, Minor Healing Factor, Enhanced Flexibility, Cold Weather Resistance
backstory
Trigger Warning: Death, Violence
Everything Entoan remembered of his parents were memories imbued with positivity and summoned forth a strong smile across his lips. For years, the Foss family desired children, though were having difficulties getting pregnant. Thus, the day they discovered the wife of the duo fell pregnant, a sublime joy settled over their home. He was born into a wonderful home, the type that brought the bouncing baby Entoan and his overjoyed parents a serene lifestyle. Their smiling faces were pictures inside his mind as the child babbled and giggled at his parents. In the child’s life, they were everything and were among his only caretakers. The child’s grandparents had long been greeted with their deaths during the War of Traitors centuries earlier while their children went on to live long-lasting lives. The overarching goal became manifesting a new family, the thing of their beloved dreams.
The days of Entoan’s youth became memories he would inevitably recall with bittersweet feelings. He remembered afternoons spent running through the backyard with his feet bare and grass tickling his toes. How his mother would watch on from the kitchen window while his father assisted with the chasing efforts. Then when he caught up, a pair of arms around his waist along with a faked growl while Entoan giggled out nos. In the evenings, how they read books before they tucked in the young, dark-haired boy. The questions he spouted for a few more precious seconds of staying up late while his parents insisted on sleep. They were incredible parents, the type that deserved endless praise for their parenting efforts since at each turn, they learned. While Entoan admired his parents, his parents cherished the child they waited centuries to receive. He was their gift, and his parents assured everything from his education to his stability.
Growing up in a marvellous home, Entoan transformed into a polite adolescent. He worked to assist others, including his parents and community in the bustling city of Lorsette as it grew. The cultivation of an ever-growing land brought no boredom to the young man. Through his days he fished, explored the wilderness, assisted the local farms, cooked alongside his mother or assisted his father with work. In other instances, Entoan hurried towards his friends and spent his days running alongside them, participating in games. Anybody granting Entoan a glance would hastily discover a child in excellent health. One that spent his days playing or learning and his evenings settling down with a nice book or helping his mother with supper. The Foss family instilled those good values inside Entoan with the family holding mutual values between one another. It was everything the child felt he needed, the thing that strengthened him and brought him joy. Alas, paradise never lasts forever.
December, a month in his favoured season and the time which summoned intense emotions between families. He remembered how their shopping arrived and trailing his smiling parents was 8 year old Entoan. A child who felt his eyes wander as he stepped behind them, listening to their laughs and the bells of people searching for Christmas cheer funds. He discovered happiness in those few moments where he walked around with his parents. These simple actions were things he quickly revelled in, even through the boredom. Alas, had he known these would be among their last moments, he would have clung to every second. To every word their parents stated between one another, every foggy breath leaking through their parted lips and even the crunch of snow beneath winter boots. Every little beloved detail of the people responsible for his creation... he never wanted to remember her voice. For a moment they froze, listening to a woman called Zeredah’s words... and then the screaming started.
The blur of frightened individuals shoving their way past as they retreated from the shadowed beasts and amalgamations of animal and machine flooded through the streets. The sounds of battle arrived quickly, flooding his ears as his parents backpedalled. He remembered the manner they grabbed his arm to lead him to the side while people clattered through the streets. People shouted about running as growls filled the air and later the sounds of agonized screamed followed by the metallic scents of death. His parents attempted to push through in hopes of safely escaping, but in the hysteria, nowhere was safe... and when they crossed paths with the beast that day, Entoan felt nothing but fear. A terror with long, sharp claws loomed over them, inciting fear within the young 8 year old. His parents moved to protect him, but the manner it sliced through them horrified him. The blood pooling beneath their mangled and maimed bodies as life’s liquid dripped from its claws. He remembered screaming and backpedalling as a single, long claw came down across one of his eyes. Bleeding and frightened, the young man hurried, narrowly rescued as people fought back and pushed the terrors out... alas, his parents were gone.
In the aftermath of the incident, Entoan discovered himself dazed, confused and inside a hospital with people tending to his damaged eye. The influx of injured meant his eye would never be healed accordingly, instead being forced to restore naturally. Single-eyed and alone, Entoan exhibited a depressive state while in the hospital. His words hushed and tears welling in his undamaged eye. A sense of being lost suffocated him as everything the young man knew was uprooted and burned away. The feelings stuck to him, haunting over his shoulders as he struggled through his recovery and thoughts of the future. As people organized themselves, news would arrive to Entoan’s lap on the daily as nurses showed him the paper. From there, he heard of the Terror Response Syndicate. An organization founded to combat the terror epidemic and fight against the newly named Assembly of Phantoms. A desire sparked in Entoan, something birthed out of determination and craving for vengeance. Moments later would he arrive at his realization for his future. While for a time he would be required to wait, spending his time in foster homes, Entoan would eventually become a hunter apprentice at 16.
The moment he stepped into the headquarters, the TRS became something meaningful to Entoan. For his sign up, he was provided housing in the dorms and a method to support himself. Thus, despite the rigorous training he stuck to the regiment out of a craving for vengeance and a thankfulness for providing him the basics he desperately needed. While his age was among the youth, the first Assembly of Phantoms caused an influx of struggling people. It resulted in Entoan not being the only of the younger faces noticed amidst the newest ranks. Many suffered for the Assembly’s cruel choice in action, for Zeredah’s decision to bring about fear. In the time he spent with the TRS, Entoan inevitably became familiar with the stories of tragedy told by the newest recruits or broadcasted on the news. The threat was real, and everybody seemed to have something to say about the malicious circumstances.
However, the stories worn on the breasts of others were vague exchanges of words and condolences. A closeness between him and his coworkers failed to manifest until Entoan Foss became familiar with a younger recruit known as Severus Cross. Both meagre apprentices with a somewhat of an age gap, but at one point Entoan discovered the ramifications of the Assembly’s cruelty. The tears of a younger child prompted him to draw in closer and spend time with Severus. He remembered the child mentioning his parents, how he missed him, and Entoan understood entirely. He spent a lot of time comforting Severus and sticking by his side to the point where a bond formed between them. What started as meagre comfort transformed into a brotherly relationship where whenever Sev grew upset, the pair ended up sharing a bed and easing in reaction to spending time together. Over their apprenticeship, the pair became like family to one another.
After apprenticeship, Entoan began steadily working his way to the top and learning about himself. As he grew more powerful, he gained the alias Minty for his name that sounded similar to floss and his habit of keeping a mint in his mouth. He grew stronger, eradicating terrors and Assembly members all in the name of the greater good. As he grew, Entoan gained a self-pride, his strides gaining a confident traction and his determination memorable through the years.
misc
Likes: Mints, home cooked meals, cooking, sleeping in, sex, flowers, gardening, fruits, tea, TRS, warm blankets, dumb sitcoms, meat, winter, skating, snowy days, drinking, bar hopping, true crime documentaries, sour candies, reading Dislikes: Overly sweet foods, AP, oversized clothing, weird fashion/makeup trends, clowns, tight clothing, cereal, intense heat, chopsticks, superstitions, centipedes, vanilla flavourings Fears: Losing the TRS, being alone, failing to defeat AP
- He finds an odd comfort in flower gardening. Sometimes, he sits on his patio, looking at his flowers in peace. - His favourite fruit is strawberries. He tends to eat them a lot. However, he is known for eating other fruits like blueberries and watermelon frequently. - He considers Severus Cross to be similar to a younger brother to him. - He keeps a few photos of his family. Regularly, he keeps them somewhere that they will not be seen or damaged. - In moments where Entoan needs calm, he is known for spending a lot of his time reading. This eases him a lot.
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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.
