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!
There was chill in the air, obvious by the feeling alongside the visual sign of spirals of steam that escaped people's mouths. The world seemed silent that afternoon, the only noise being made by the few gaggles of adults and teenagers. It seemed to emphasize the loneliness in the area as Felix walked silently down the pathway, tapping their cane despite their electric senses being active; the subtle noise of the cane meeting concrete was calming. As usual, the blind individual wore the clothing their parents selected for them with no argument. The simplistic black coat they often wore, a pair of blue jeans and warm black boots. Their hands were clothed with gloves to assure warmth in the cold outside weather. In order to retain warmth, Felix had unfolded their coat's collar to rest below their chin.
Every so often they would shrug their shoulder's up, bringing the collar closer to their face, to hide their face from the cold. There was a gentle snowfall that day, obvious by the flakes that touched their face every so often; their electric sense could never notice something so small. Beneath their boots came the crunch of stepping on a fresh layer of snow, only a few other park patrons must have walked down the path. As they walked around Crow Feather Park, Felix noticed the groups of people huddling together, speaking in quiet whispers. On most days, they would have perhaps slowed their pace to eavesdrop, but it only reminded them of exactly how lonesome they were. When they had awakened, their mother explained she already had their clothes arranged and that her and Felix's father were going out for a few hours. Normally, interactions lasted longer to assure the blind individual's safety, but today was one of the rushing days. It inevitably resulted in a house that felt empty, even Suman not being overly keen on revealing himself.
It ended with the blind individual opting to at least take a walk, leaving a tape recording to act as a message for their parents. Yet, this venture outside only seemed to increase those feelings of being lonesome. Making friends was always a difficulty to Felix, especially due to their rather expressionless disposition. There was also the fact that they would correct them on false statements which eventually seemed to grow tiring and sometimes resulted in anger. A soft sigh escaped their lips as they continued walking, electric sensory easily discovering the path from the rise it possessed and various indents. Momentarily, they debated turning around and heading home considering how alone they felt. They continued down the path, hearing the laughter of children; the telltale sign of closing in on the playground that Crow Feather Park possessed. Their senses shortly touched a more lively area of the park that included parents talking by wooden benches and children running around at play.
A pause was taken on the path, the blind individual momentarily absorbing the noise and motions of the area. Fortunately, the lovely area did not possess a headache inducing loudness that would bother their head. They soon continued down the path, focusing on their senses while passing the person infested area; they were not keen on crashing into anybody. Children would run across the path; they were playing a game of tag based on the words and motions they made. As Felix made their way through, they easily avoided the playing children due to their senses. The gesture was likely confusing since their blindness was rather obvious. Once they were nearly through, the blind individual's steps began to lengthen in stride and gain some confidence, only slowing when another group of children were about to pass. Before they could stop entirely themself, Felix felt a hand tightly grip their shoulder. A bemused glance was taken towards the masculine figure that stood, holding their shoulder.
That was when the individual spoke, inquiring why a blind fellow like them was doing wandering around all alone. Instinctively, Felix shook their shoulder from the man's grip and favoured him with a glare. The gesture was benevolent, but the blind individual disliked when people would act as though they constantly needed attended. A few moments were taken to straighten their composure, then the blind individual faced the kindly man.
"I'm plenty capable of handling myself, I assure you," Felix stated simply. "Despite my blindness I have successfully navigated buildings and far more complex areas without any assistance. Now if you would excuse me, I will be on my way."
Without further words, Felix continued, the annoyance slightly displayed on their face. Their minor independence was a trait that the blind individual had grown proud of. It was something they desired to maintain and hopefully adapt to allow themself to accomplish other menial tasks. The pace the blind individual walked at increased in speed, they simply wanted to escape being near those who desired to lead them through the park. They required no escort on this venture! Their method of navigation was not disrupted! Felix slowed after they could no longer hear the children, finding themself in a more solitary section of the park. For a few moments they listened before heading down the path, wondering if leaving the crowded area had been a good idea since once again they found themself alone.
There were vibrations being sent across the floor which was a clear indicator to the music's volume while it rumbled through the city hall. The pulses were felt by Felix, making them more uncomfortable. The concept of rattling the floorboards with the horrible tune was something the blind individual frowned upon, there was zero need for the music to be this absurdly loud. The requirement of loud music was a concept Felix rarely understood due to their heavy reliance on their hearing alongside the treacherous headaches that accompanied thunderous music. Despite the discomfort created by the blaring music, they maintained a neutral expression. To Felix, this impassive countenance was formal and a habit sparked from becoming an informant.
They had grown to dislike openly displaying emotion, it chanced revealing truths in a vague manner. It made trickery via use of sympathy or allowed a liar to detect whether or not they were discovered. Now it has altered into becoming a preferred behavior taken towards interactions; although it was impart to their difficulty showing emotion since they were a mere child. Never witnessing the beauty of the world perhaps was the reasoning? Their envy towards the other children when they went on field trips and would always say things like 'whoa, look at that!' with the most excited voices. Hiding the jealousy is where it started, thus it would be sensible for this impassiveness to have sprouted from those saddening moments. Never being able to see the wonderful world sculpted by Enki that held wonders beyond anybody's imaginations had always taken its tole on Felix. They craved for their purple eyes to function properly, for the malformation to by some miracle mend and gift to them what was stolen during development.
In a professional manner the mysterious woman responded, stating that she would give them assistance. The voice held an edge of sophistication, their voice still clear despite the chaos of noise. The contrast between her voice and the music allowed for it to stand out, making it easier for Felix to detect. Oddly, the phrasing and tone reminded them of the way servants or knights spoke, which caused the violet hair individual to feel a tad uncomfortable with the notions. Something about it made them feel dependent, the natural smoothness and lack of hesitation only adding to the feeling. They were by no means an individual with the requirement of tending to, although, they supposed given the current situations they appeared that way. The stranger's voice did result in the blind individual being capable of straightening the direction they were facing slightly, although, perfection was unattainable causing them to remain off. They nodded, acknowledging that the response was heard amidst the cacophony.
As they began to rise, well aware of their surroundings and quite capable of doing the action alone. That was when heard the woman speak and felt hands assisting them in the mere action of standing. The moment the woman touched them in order to provide assistance, Felix felt annoyed. They enjoyed doing tasks by themself and being helped to get to their feet felt almost akin to an insult. Were they really expected to be incapable enough of standing on their own for the sole reason of blindness? The irritation touched the blind individual's face, although it was barely noticeable, but the sigh that escape their lips served as proof to their annoyance.
"I'm plenty capable to rise on my own, thank-you. To be quite frank, I do not appreciate being assisted with such a simplistic task and find it insulting that you would believe me incapable of the meager task of getting out of my chair," Felix stated bluntly, mild tones of frustration escaping their voice. "If I require assistance, I will simply ask, but please refrain from treating me as helpless due to my impairment. Just because I am blind does not e I am completely helpless."
Shortly, they felt an arm loop around their's, which was a sensible and acceptable task to the blind individual. There was an understanding in the action and a familiarity in assistance. It provided closeness, making the chance of losing the other amidst the crowd less probable. Most would have merely taken their hand, finding the concept of linking elbows with a stranger uncomfortable. Once comfortable beside the woman, Felix held their cane closer to their side; they did not desire to accidentally trip another individual within the crowd or themself. When the mysterious woman began to walk, Felix followed with a sense of joy over being led out of the horrible noise filled city hall. There was a craving stirring in the violet haired individual at the thought of the crisp air and quiet that was better maintained beyond the city hall's walls. Fresh air had always assisted as a relevant for their headaches, however, Felix knew the recovery would still be slow. When the woman mentioned being a cushion against the wiggling bodies in the room, not a response was given. They could hardly complain nor gave thanks towards the woman's efforts.
The movements towards the exit was rather plodding, the obvious cause being the blockage of people as they danced around the floor. Despite being blind, Felix was capable of imagining some of the possible occurrences that would have caused the progress to be terribly slow. As they moved in the slow paced escape, the blind individual's headache began worsening, becoming a sharper pain as the strident sounds tortured their brain. Eidetic memory's downside was punishing and being a piece of a loud and rambunctious world did little to assist matters. During the struggle to freedom from the noise, Felix noticed that their company was not keen on speaking. Instead, a silence had set between them and being unable to see the countenances of the woman's face caused the blind individual to presume they had upset her.
"You're quite silent," Felix remarked. They proceeding to add more in their regular neutral voice; it kept an air of calm to them. "If I have said anything to insult you, by all means inform me of the matter. I certainly had no intent of upsetting you."
There was no eye contact maintained, in fact Felix had kept their blind gaze facing straight ahead. Bothering with a meager eye contact attempt was obviously futile, the woman's gaze was likely searching for a means out of the maze of bodies; which is what they preferred. Personally, Felix wanted to escape the thunderous noise infested hell as quickly as possible considering the ravaging it did to their head. Thus resulting in a brisk walk as they awaited the woman's answer in hopes they did not offend the person that possessed enough kindness to assist them despite being a stranger.
Noise was simply everywhere, echoing off the walls and being held within the main room constructed for these occasions. The mixture of obstructive sound and lack of electric sensory only made Felix realize how impossible escape was and their fatalistic mind began insisting that escape was futile. They were by all definitions lost in the swirl of sounds, people and head pain. Their headache was increasing in power, making the violet haired individual feel as though they were hit full force by a sledgehammer with jackhammers which further pounded away at his head. Over-exaggeration? Well Felix definitely did not believe the notion, since it felt painfully literal. Although it lacked possibility, the blind individual felt as though their mind was on the brink of bursting. They hopelessly attempted to hide deeper into their arms, hoping to block out the terribly loud music.
Hiding in their arms worked to no avail, leaving them inaudibly grumbling to themself about the noise in a tone so hushed the blind person could not hear it themself, although, the deafening music also assisted in that. They wished for the music to stop, or for their focus to return and lend them a method of leaving the main room of the city hall. Other thoughts held Felix's attentiveness when the woman approached, steps masked by the music. They remained slouched, ignoring the initial greeting with presumption that perhaps it was for another party goer. Notes were taken about the voice, easily registered into the individual's eidetic memory for permanent recognition. A feminine voice, capable of cutting through the thundering sound of the music. Between the words there was little hesitation, each possessing clarity as though the line was practiced several times over; almost akin to an actor fully practiced and on the stage. It made the woman easier to understand and allowed for being heard without raising one's voice too heavily.
For a few moments, the young agender individual remained silent, but when there was a lack of response from another attendant they figured it was perhaps for them. Slowly, their head was released from their arms, a few slow blinks accompanying the unveiling. Their arms shifted a bit, chin soon resting on top which possessed an odd amount of comfort for the slouched position. The woman had offered them assistance, informing Felix that she had noticed their distress. A slow breath escaped their mouth, not being aware of the woman's actual location mildly annoyed them. Being formal and maintaining at the very least near eye contact was an impossibility now, thus they settled for not shifting where their blind, purple eyes rested.
"I suppose you could state that I'm troubled, a true statement to say the least," Felix responded.
They regarded the small bit before their offering of assistance. The blind man's voice carried an air of sophistication, each word pronounced with ease and clarity. The mood captured within their words held the usual impassiveness, remaining neutrally spoken despite their distress. It was akin to the droning voice stereotypical high school students believe their boring teacher's to possess; a severe lacking in passion or emotion behind the words. Slowly, Felix eased themself into a back straight sitting position, fingers resting on the table while their eyes stared off blankly.
"The only possible actions you could take towards assisting me consists of leading me towards the exit. As you can likely tell, I am completely and utterly sightless," Felix began, answering her inquiry. "This obnoxious music, which is rather strident in my personal opinion, is wreaking havoc on my mind since it has produced a rather troublesome headache that will not be soothed in the slightest the longer I remain in this room. Alas, the music has successfully obstructed my method of navigation, therefore I would be highly appreciative should you be willing to lead me through the crowd."
Before the woman could properly state whether or not she accepted the task, Felix grabbed the soft, foamy handle of their cane and slowly rose from the seat they formerly stationed themself. The opportunity for escape from this awful attempt to gain information was presented to the individual, thus they were definitely going to take it. A moment was taken to accept their instance of helplessness, however, they were once again envious of those who could view the world. Being capable of sight was an asset that Felix longed for, but alas they were permanently condemned to this world were colours and seeing were merely fantasy. They remained still, searching the permanent storage of information the best they could given the harsh music blarring over the speakers. Gradually, they were somewhat capable of sourcing where the woman's voice came from which allowed them to angle their body towards her, although, they were off by a few notable degrees. The violet individual's open hand was offered for leading purposes.
"If you would, please. With the individuals within the crowd constantly moving there would be too high a possibility I would get knocked over while attempting to navigate myself." They stated more in an attempt to make certain they could acquire the assistance of the woman who kindly offered. "I have been knocked over numerous times, and considering on a single occasion I was accidentally stepped on I would most definitely appreciate a safe escort through the maze."
Unlike a majority of people, Felix did not punctuate the amount they appreciated the woman's offering. Their faced lacked emotion mostly, making it mainly neutral expression with slight hints of misery sparked by the noisy music. Not even the hunts of a smile touched across their face for some reassurance towards obtaining the woman's help. To the blind individual it seemed oddly cheap, if the woman desired to help them then a kindly smile should not be required. The situation was explained, pure and simple, and Felix considered that enough. Although, beneath the surface they prayed for assistance or else they would remain trapped in this noisy hell.
City hall was a cacophony of noise as a band blared their music over the speakers and feast goers spoke louder in order to be heard. A majority of people likely enjoyed the noise despite its loudness, their gifts or species not acting as a problem. There were the dancers who embraced the noise in full force, some going the lengths of cheering the band on by screaming their joy in an obnoxiously loud manner. Despite the loud scene in the midst of autumn-based decor, a majority of people were genuinely over zealous about the festivities, except for a certain blind informant. Felix had arrived with an intention of gathering information, figuring the perhaps the music would be tuned down for the sake of species with keen hearing.
Unfortunately, the agender individual found themself sorely mistaken when the clamor increase tremendously once the band started playing with music running through speakers. Thus in their usual black coat, jeans and dark glasses they leaned against the farthest wall from the band. A pain was edging behind their eyes which genuinely made them feel a tad ill, forcing them to depart from the groups, opting to remain alone. Their eidetic memory gift has always made them more prone to headaches, especially when placed in obsessively loud areas. Despite their often impassive tendencies, their face displayed how miserable they were in the loud interior. To make matters worst, the painful headache made it difficult for them to navigate with their static sight since they simply could not focus enough. Thus, the floor before them was left a maze of bodies that they wanted to avoid bumping their way through to reach the front door. It resulted in the violet haired individual to be trapped near the far wall, a mild feeling of jealousy entering their mind. All these people were fortunate enough to be able to see, while they remained imprisoned in their permanent world of blindness.
An annoyed sigh escaped their lips as they lazily held their cane in their right hand. The entire festivity made the blind individual feel out of place and genuinely disconnected from the various other party people who appeared to be having the time of their lives. Their left hand drifted up to their head, rubbing their temples in a futile attempt to banish the tremendous headache that was plaguing them. A moment was taken as Felix wished their parents were here, the moment they discovered their headache and complete lack of navigation, they would have gently taken one of their pale hands and led them outside. Alas, they remained at home since they were not fans of the band voice, which Felix wad admittedly not a fan of either. Trying to get a bite of information that could be useful for TRS seemed hopeless now that all the informant could do was listen.
For a moment the grip was tightened on their cane, the blind man could always attempt to navigate through the crowd with it. With eyes remaining towards the floor, Felix thought about the concept for a few moments before shaking their head to themself. The head shake brought on a new set of pain, causing the blind individual to immediately bring their hand back to their head; this headache was horrible and getting worst with each moment they spent in the building. Without their static sensory, they simply would never see certain unexpected movements coming their way which could easily result in being knocked over. That could very easily cause them to gain further injury should somebody accidentally stepped on them afterwards. One could debate it was unlikely, but considering the violet hair man had a similar experience before they decided not to risk it.
A frown was worn on Felix's face, it was difficult to be impassive with this horrible headache. They wished that they merely stayed home like their mother suggested, it would have been more pleasant. A wonderful family night spent in idle chatter about how everyone's days were, perhaps the odd complaint about a certain rude fellow. Felix groaned miserably, they felt horrible and every minute seemed to only cause the pain to slowly worsen. For a moment they thought, thinking about the area they had entered when their sensory had been working. The area had been relatively empty, mostly used to push the tables and chairs aside to allow people to dance on the newly provided space. If they were stuck in this current location, the least the violet haired individual could do was sit and wait for an escape route. A firm grip was taking on the cane as Felix gently tapped it against the floor, the sound of the cane's bottom hitting the floor just audible.
Slowly and cautiously, they navigated around the back of the room. A mild look of relief came across their face when their cane managed to hit a chair. Another few moments of cautions were taken as Felix stationed themself in the fair, hands tentatively reaching out to discover the table in front of them. They moved their open hand against the smooth surface and found themself glad to discover no plates or dirt; this table had likely been cleaned. Once satisfied with their discovery, Felix leaned their cane against the table. When they found themself successful, they placed their arms on the table and hid their head within their arms in a useless attempt to block out the noise. The violet haired individual took another moment to regret coming to the feast and wished they could just get outside.
A man of a rather short stature, Felix reaches a height of 5’6” with a slender frame. The young gifted lacks weight, making him easily thrown around if somebody wishes to use physical strength against him. The point is, he is a light-weight young man hardly capable of enforcing physical strength over another person. This alternatively makes it easier for somebody to pick Felix up without much hindrance. He is skinny, possessing little muscle mass or mass in general. His arms are relatively lanky, only adding to his thin body type, much to his dismay. As somebody fated with sightlessness, Felix is forced to spend a majority of his time indoors, granting him a pale complexion in comparison to most. There have been incidents of people who are unfamiliar with Felix inquiring if he is sick because of the ghostly, pale nature of his body. For the most part, the skin of his body is flawless, with a single exception.
Stationed below the left side of his mouth, just above the corner of his lip is a tiny blemish. A small, dark-coloured mole exists there. It is a minor blemish and something Felix hardly notices unless he touches his face. Fortunately, Felix’s thin nature gifted him with a delightfully slender facial structure. His cheekbones are positioned high, however, still maintain a gentle contour as they lead further into his cheeks. Due to the Mellobrook males notoriously lacking facial hair, he is gifted with a smooth face. Silky violet hair is perched atop his head, flowing down into locks with a subte curl at their ends. For the most part, Felix’s hair is well-tidied and the subtle curls add to a pleasant balance of semi-straight, yet, slightly curled. Behind a pair of darkened lenses are a matching pair of violet eyes in a lighter shade. These eyes are accented with long, curled eyelashes, giving them a more feminine appeal. At times, the condition of Felix’s eyes results in people not realizing his condition. Furthermore, his unique method of navigation only cements in the minds of some people he meets.
Should Felix decide to pick his own outfits, there would undoubtedly be a clash of colours in his choices. Thus his parents regularly arrange his attire with some minor exception. The most prominent of these exceptions being the dark-shaded, rounded glasses settled on the bridge of his nose. Stereotypical of a blind man, alas, something he believes brings an essence of class despite his lacking in stylistic awareness. Under most circumstances, the chosen clothes provided by his parents consists of plain colours. In favour of Felix’s preference for more formal attire, his parents do buy dress pants to assist with that aesthetic. Otherwise, his shirts are rather plain to avoid consistent button fumbling, thus his shirts are regularly casual. One of his more infamous pieces of clothing consists of a high-collared purple jacket to match his violet locks. The jacket’s collar rests just below his chin, but at times, Felix will bring it higher to hide his lips. A black belt wraps around his waist for an accent.
His footwear consists of sneakers and a pair of black boots, both having the grips regularly checked because of his parents’ fussing. Should the bottoms become too smooth, his parents are quick to replace them with something more sturdy. At all times, Felix carries a polished, dark-oak cane with a silver handle. A fabric band is connected to it to go around Felix’s wrist to avoid losing it. This is among the few signs of Felix’s condition.
Among those most striking traits is Felix’s immense intelligence manifested by his enhanced memory. Unlike a majority of individuals, he can retain memories, and therefore knowledge, via remembering instructions, formulas and anything else used to receive answers or remember the answers themself. Surges of intense pride enter Felix’s heart since it allows when he is capable of educating someone or even correcting their facts; he is considerably outspoken in these regards. It is something he considers helpful, although, there is potential for people to find this obnoxious. Alas, this is hardly something Felix is capable of detecting. Although, due to his ability, Felix can confidently state facts without hesitation and with minimal errors. Effectively, this grants him the impression of having vast amounts of intelligence. Further cementing this is Felix is considered book smart, allowing him to test excellently in his classes. Throughout his high school life, he was renowned for earning high grades and doing excellently on assignments, although, his curriculum alters from the average. When other students were describing pictures and their qualities, he was taught the wonders of sounds, shapes and other additions he could learn without the requirement of sight. This mostly altered his English class and only altered his mathematics until the development of special “sight”.
Assuring his incredible grading is Felix’s hard working attitude, especially in regards to making up for what he lacks. Precious hours were poured into learning everything for school in hopes of remaining on-parr with his fellow students. The hard-working attitude he implemented allows him to possess a steely perseverance when it comes to his objectives. When it comes to the tasks he is given, people will discover somebody dedicated to the task at hand and determined to complete it. Despite all his perseverance and hard-working nature, Felix is begrudgingly dependent on those around him. As much as he despises being forced to rely on others, his sightlessness gives him little choice. Simple tasks such as reading requires the usage of special devices or another person reading through the provided information. Writing is near impossible with answers being required to be given verbally to a machine to automatically type his messages, with the potential of error, or a person. Some forms of technology, such as a computer, are impossible for his single-handed use unless given a method to give vocal input. Alas, this forced dependency on others has manifested a severe grouping of characteristics.
Beneath those forcesive situations of required assistance has created a fierce requirement for independence. With the assistance of a harboured envy over those whose optics function, it only worsens matters. This makes Felix a variety of things when it comes to his overall attitude and the motivation for his actions. He craves the sweetest taste of capability and independence to critical points. Disobedience plagues his steps as he blatantly disregards commands designed to assure his safety. From escaping the watchful eyes of those assigned to protect him to selectively hearing what his protective parents tell him, he disobeys those orders unless forced. This serves him a distinct recklessness that follows his foolish actions wherever he goes. When it comes to taking assistance, Felix is extremely stubborn about it and will frequently refuse assistance. The intelligence? It feeds his crazed mindset to receive blissful independence for Felix’s enhanced memory accompanied with high-precision static allows him to successfully navigate. As an individual, Felix is unaware of the term ‘quit while you are ahead’ and therefore continuously works to gain more solo working ability. Under a majority of circumstances, his realistic thinking grounds him what is plausible, his personal abilities seemingly spared from these intense emotions. Thus despite where his boundless intelligence serves him with a fortunate sense of realism, his fierce desire for independence ignores this. Failure to prove himself as independent makes him disparage.
As somebody who lacks sight, Felix did grow some positive traits, specifically an innate requirement to remain organized. Inside his room, everything has a special place and is required to be returned to those locations. If he needs to enter his room without his specialized sight, Felix needs to assure nothing will hinder his entrance. This includes items that could potentially trip him. The amassed intellect Felix has been fortunately gifted accompanied with his disability has coaxed him into becoming skeptical. While he is not completely distrusting, he is cautious around others, especially those he deems ethically questionable. In cases of incorrect judgement, Felix has proved on many occasions to take responsibility for the actions he commits. With an endless craving for elusive independence, Felix tends to take some pride and show responsibility for his actions. It is, but a part of being an independent being, correct? Similarly, Felix attempts to create an atmosphere of maturity when interacting with other people, causing him to use sophisticated language in an attempt to convey this.
Given his current occupation as a TRS informant, Felix is considered courageous by some who interact with him. The untamable recklessness inside the young, blind mind reinforces these beliefs for some. They are correct in these terms, for Felix’s lack of awareness in his limits allows him to push himself harder and enter these perilous situations for precious information. He thinks highly of his occupation with the TRS and is an incredibly loyal man to the cause, thus, he is willing to take some risks in order to retain vital facts with his absorbent mind. This has caused them to enter troublesome circumstances, making a subtle paranoia for the information gatherer. Alas, Felix’s ambitiousness motivates him to proceed down this dangerous path. Helping the TRS conquer the Assembly of Phantoms is a goal of his, therefore, he is determined to accomplish it. Although, his ambitiousness does lead him to become critical of others from time to time, making Felix’s opinions sharp-tongued. He is serious about the things he does and therefore has high expectations of those around him.
Unbeknownst to plenty, Felix is willing to employ devious or deceptive tactics to gather information. At times, he will even disable his high-precision static to avoid the opposition realizing the power he has. This is a tactic to make others underestimate him and perhaps result in him being capable of passively walking by unlike a majority of individuals. Furthermore, Felix is more than willing to use cheap moves to escape those wishing to harm him. This at times results in him sending a high-quality shock to the ground to create dust or hitting others in vulnerable areas. Another notable fact for a majority of people is Felix’s lack of expressiveness and impassive nature. Frequently, Felix has struggled to share and display his emotions to others which at times creates the stigma of him being cold. Unfortunately, this would be correct. Years of only having his intelligence to rely on and a severe lack of friends resulted in difficulties forming long-lasting friendships. He became a cold man who struggled to empathize with others as a result. Bluntness developed from his impassive nature, making those around him no longer wish to associate with him.
abilities
Electricity Manipulation -- Advanced The ability to control electricity, allowing the user to create static or shock people. Sight was something beyond Felix and not achievable. Alas, the purple-haired man was provided the ability of a rather different seeing method through his electricity manipulation. The gifted man sends out static, using it to effectively sense his way around. While he has no methods of seeing colours or reading books, he can notice subtle indentations. This accompanied with his enhanced memory allows Felix to navigate around Lorsette without issue. He has been trying to expand his static navigating abilities. He can “see” things within a 50 meter radius and unlike a majority of people, this allows Felix to sense behind him, around corners and if there are enough gaps, inside of cabinets. Thus, unlike most people, Felix can avoid being snuck up on. Due to this high-precision static, he can recognize the facial structure of different people, but also causes their hair to stand on end. People around him risk an acute static shock.
Alas, similar to his fellow gifted, Felix holds his share of flaws with his electricity manipulation. While he can use high-precision static, offensive attacks are almost beyond Felix. He can accomplish a quick, painful, albeit, non-fatal shock. It is enough to stun people, allowing Felix to flee should he be required to. Alas, offensive measures deteriorate Felix’s stamina, making him tired quickly. The blind man’s best method of “defense” is a single shock and running away. He can shock a maximum of 5 times. This is believed to be the result of his high-precision static requiring a constant feed of minimal energy. His high-precision static sight requires focus, which Felix is capable of maintaining throughout the day. Unfortunately, constant loud noises result in painful migraines that make it impossible for Felix to access his static sight for that time. Luckily, this ability does make Felix immune to electricity.
Enhanced Memory -- Natural The ability to retain memories better than a normal individual. As somebody plagued with blindness, Felix is eternally thankful for his enhanced memory. The learning struggles of being sightless never affected him because of his ability to remember spoken words without exerting too much effort. Specific details can be recalled hastily and without hesitation, allowing Felix to spout the answers of questions without thinking extensively. Essentially, Felix’s mind has transformed into an endless archive of information, making him a vital source of intel in the fight against the Assembly of Phantoms. There are plenty of perks to possessing a superhuman memory, the most renown being it acts as a defense against memory manipulators. The ability provides a shield against those types of manipulators, keeping Felix safe. Alas, Felix’s absorbent brain holds sorrowful flaws other than being unable to rewatch movies to remember the ending.
Traumatic memories stick to the corridors of his brain, permanently nailed to the walls, forcing him to recall them. This is similar to memories that result in emotional upset, making him vulnerable mentally. Because of the sheer amount of information his mind retains, Felix is more prone to headaches. These headaches are caused by loud noises and affect his high-precision static.
Immortality -- Natural The ability to be rendered ageless. As of recently, this ability has developed for Felix, however, he is unaware of the situation. He is capable of surpassing the age of those around him. It is believed this ability derived from a distant ancestor and manifested not long after his 20th birthday. He will appear young despite the threat of a ticking clock and render him immune to a natural death via the hands of old age. It also makes him less susceptible to illness. He can still be killed by being wounded.
backstory
I have never been capable of sight... a vexing concept which leaves me void of the world’s wonders,such as colours for example. I am aware that Canada and Europe spell it with a c-o-l-o-u-r and America prefers c-o-l-o-r, however, describing the notion to somebody of my condition is an impossible feat. Yet, I can remember everything, from my first to the moments afterwards as though it occurred a mere few minutes ago. A rather peculiar existence of possessing boundless knowledge from a mind beyond capable of holding memories, alas, never a single one having sight involved. I could tell a million stories describing the shapes of the scene, but never be able of informing you of the colour of my parents’ hair or eyes.
Blindness, it haunted him since birth... A looming presence known when doctors accomplished the regular check ups from a freshly born child. Hidden beneath those gorgeous, violet orbs was a malicious malformation. Those wonderful pieces of the eyes broken in a single location, unable to be healed and permanently rendering the child blind. A hereditary biological “curse” from a single parent’s side of the family. The father? His biological history was clean with limited health issues, something admirable and desired by most desiring a healthy life... but the mother? Diana Mellobrook arrived from a family haunted by the frightful words of optic atrophy. Generations were skipped in the massive fortune of the gene roulette, but the cursed biological illness resurfaced. When the doctor returned with the devastating news, Diana wailed about it being her fault for an unfortunate set of genetics that robbed their son of his sight... and from there swore she would never have another child of her own.
Their child was completely sightless which automatically translated to helplessness without a second thought. These worrisome feelings manifested themselves into a fierce, overprotective nature over their first and only child. Unlike most children, Felix was sheltered through portions of his childhood and forced to remain shut inside. They always claimed it was in the name of his safety, something crucial and required by everybody. Love and over-protectiveness, it suffocated the young infant as his parents raised him. Exploration was stifled for a youthful Felix as he remembered the manner his mother scooped him up. An arm under his stomach, pulling him up into the backrest of his mother’s upper arm. From there he would be placed in the safety of his crib.
Hence, when the child grew into a curious young boy, he discovered the differences in his life compared to others. He remembered the joyous sounds of children playing, the words “PASS IT TO ME!” managing to penetrate their small home. He remembered listening, the curiosities that manifested over the actions being accomplished. His head tilted softly to the side as thoughts swirled through his little knoggon. What was happening beyond the borders of his home? Why was there laughter and gleefully exchanged words in muffle tones? His intrigue consumed him, thus the young child stumbled off the couch and gradually wandered the home. He eventually found the chilly handle of the front door. The young toddler, a mere 4 years old attempted to open the door, however, his mother quickly found him. Scooped into her arms, the panicked woman escorted her son back to the living room.
”Felix, dear, you cannot go out there by yourself! Why would you want outside?”
“I hear noises. I wanted to play.”
“By Enki! You cannot do that. It would be too dangerous for a child like you.”
With those words, he was returned to the couch and forbidden to participate in the game outside. He was a young, naive child who believed everybody only saw the endless darkness of being blind. Never had he thought of the possibility of sight until that day. He nagged his mother for a reason by incessantly inquiring about it. Then, his mother provided a lengthy explanation, one riddled with questions and confusion as she explained “sight”. She used the described video of his childhood movies as an example along with books. Either way, the point made was Felix was different from the other children. Smited with sightlessness and told he would never witness the unbridled beauty of the world. He supposed it started his wishes for something more than the blank screen presented to him constantly. Alas, fate would lead him down the path of never having the opportunity.
The beginning of Felix’s education was unique and difficult because of his lack of sight. Bumps on paper designed for a special type of reading through his fingers. It tickled the palms of his fingers as he slowly read each letter, searching for the answers. Quickly, he found himself favouring subjects like math and science where it was fixated on remembering facts or formulas. Although, the explorer’s spirit of his geography classes always excited the young boy. The teachers would make models and bring in rocks and nature for him to feel to assist with his comprehension. Specialized maps were created to allow his fingers to trace the precious grooves of the map. If it were not for the enhanced state of his memory, Felix would have fallen behind in his classes. Yet every word and sensation was remembered, permanently archived into the depths of his mind.
Alas, Felix’s education was something done with an educational assistant in a quiet room. He would accomplish the work while the assistant read things like textbooks or typed up his words while he spoke. They were always an assistant, someone necessary to guide him around school or help with his comprehension of images… and he hated it. Every other student learned to do everything by himself, but him? Trapped in an endless loop of reliance that he wished to break. Questions were sometimes read to him in a slow manner to assure he absorbed every letter and syllable... an embarrassment for a mind that remembered the exact manner the previous question was spoken. Meanwhile, his classmates worked together, creating relationships and socializing regularly. The separation caused him to suffer in social development as his intellect appeared to become praised by teachers and anybody who worked with him.
Regularly, those cursed with being sightless fall behind in studies because of the crucial implications of sight. A majority of the populace are provided with the favourable results of having all 5 senses, some perhaps more dulled compared to others. Unfortunately, for anybody lacking a single of those normal qualities, they receive the sorrowful possibility of requiring extensive tutoring to counteract the deficiencies of their body. Built upon satisfying the common denominator, education at times holds shortcomings in teaching those lacking those common features. Preparations for these incidents takes time and forethought and the only reason my school was readied for my arrival was the overprotective and over-concerned attitudes of my parents. Yet, to their relief, I possessed something beyond the memory capacity of a regular elementary schooler. Every word they spoke was permanently archived and prepared for regurgitation. So I supposed they were assisted by those fortunes.
Upon entering high school, Felix was fortunate to receive the opportunity to prove to his peers the vastness of his intellect. Certain lessons could not be learned, therefore, his educational assistants advanced the subjects he could be easily taught. More advanced math equations, spelling bees with expectations to recite definitions and high-calibre science knowledge. Yet, the seemingly simplest concepts such as colour and the beauty of a sunset or rise was beyond Felix. The mystic notions of shades and mixed pigments only perplexed the young, blind teenager. Explaining colours to a sightless man was an impossible. Therefore, mentioning the word blue and elaborating on it was meaningless drivel for Felix. Alas, he always harboured that curiosity and those endless wishes to view something beyond his incredible mind. Nonetheless, he scored the highest marks possible for someone of his misfortunes and proved to have a mental capacity beyond the mundane; his memory was enhanced after all.
Alas, similar to his peers, Felix experienced the discomforts of puberty and the overwhelming struggles to understand one’s self. In the midst of those regular feelings, he arrived at the thought of wishes to associate with a different gender... hence, he informed his parents about the switch in his identity. The support was overwhelming with benevolent words and endless kindness... thus even when Felix came to regret his choices, he found himself maintaining the abrupt choice to associate himself with a non-binary gender... The label suffocated him, but he dared not speak against his previous decisions. He was a young, foolish teen who believed his parents would display disappointment should he abruptly change his mind... or think him somebody completely unaware of what he desired.
In the midst of his gender dilemma, he discovered something hidden from him throughout the reliance of his childhood. A dream that a blind teen wishing for independence was engulfed by the moment he discovered it. The shocks began as something accidental that never harmed Felix. Only the occasional nuisance, like when his papers were subjected to static cling... His parents explained electricity manipulation, stating unlike Felix’s enhanced memory, it tended to manifest later in life for the Mellobrook family. Therefore, his parents would teach him to control it in hopes of ceasing the little static shocks he gave his schoolmates. They never dreamed of teaching their son self-defense or anything other than suppressing those static shocks... Unfortunately for them, Felix was a curious boy with an advanced intellect and the required notions to piece something together.
It started with Felix noticing something, how he could sense where electricity resided and when those static shocks occurred. From there, he developed his ability, strengthening it and honing in on the concept of static energy. Through this, Felix began creating the startings of something to aid him in his wishes for independence. Via manifesting a small static radius, he could actively map out the area around him and through his enhanced memory, effectively remember routes without becoming misplaced. He took care to inquire about streets whenever his parents took him out walking and began mapping out the city. Did you know Ottawa Boulevard had a crack at the grate near Miss Orchard’s house? No? Well Felix could recite that through the sheer mentioning of the street’s name. Effectively, over the course of months, the steely determination of a teen wishing for independence bore the fruits of his labours. On several occasions his mother had caught him cutting his food. On double that, his father discovered him ascending and descending the stairs without the constant usage of a cane. From there, the over-protective nature of his parents increased exponentially as they inquired about the frightful behaviour.
He explained everything to his parents, how he discovered a method of “sight” different from a regular person. Through the usage of high-precision electricity manipulation over a static field, Felix could successfully navigate without the constant assistance of others. Surprise lit the faces of his parents, another handy detection for his peculiar sight. They spoke against the use of Felix’s abilities, however, a fierce requirement for independence pushed him forward. He sharpened his skills, strengthening them to a point where he could confidently leave the house without an escort. With this development, things went further as Felix turned 17 and was on the precipice of graduation. He began expressing a desire to join the Terror Response Syndicate as a hunter to prove his unique abilities. Alas, his parents’ endless insistence and meddling managed to work the notion down to an informant occupation; not even a full scout. Yet, Felix quieted himself, taking the small victory for what it was. Upon graduation, he began carrying out work gathering information, which proved to be the superior occupation; he chastised himself for not thinking this through more thoroughly!
The inconceivable capabilities of his enhanced memory made him a valued informant able to recount facts without hesitation and keep them precise. He could recount every detail, with some exceptions, to scouts and hunters for further investigation. Unfortunately, the job was not without its dangers. On multiple occasions, Felix discovered himself in danger’s grasp and eventually in spring of 2019 after an incident in autumn among other issues, Bruce Andonov was hired as his bodyguard. The partnership was rocky initially, but eventually, the pair began working well together, although, do not appear to have much of a friendship. Only recently has Felix revealed to his parents that he no longer considered himself agendered a long time ago and considered it something done from the overwhelming discomforts featured in puberty.
misc
- Likes: Learning, intellectual conversations, being read to, dark chocolate, subtle noises, cats, spring, audiobooks, soft blankets, schooling, tea, warmth, winter, true crime reports, flowers, independence, TRS, helping others - Dislikes: Stupidity, loud noises, being sick, depending on others, being cold, coddling, spicy foods, mint, the Assembly, obsessive attention, sightlessness, dogs, big animals, beaches, being fussed over - Fears: Dogs, being completely helpless, being useless - Felix likes winter because it gives him an excuse to curl up beside the fire and drink a warm cup of tea. - His favourite tea is chai. - Due to his abilities, he gets headaches because of loud noises. - Felix has always had a fascination with colours and dreams of one day seeing them. - Felix has a black cat named Suman. Should he be home, chances are he is petting Suman. - He has had several run-ins with a neighbour’s dogs from a young age. The animals have startled him on many occasions, leaving Felix to fear dogs. - Bruce follows Felix everywhere and has developed an identity as his partner.
Optic Atrophy: There is a reason behind why exactly Felix is blind, and that reason is optic atrophy. There are numerous causes for optic atrophy, but let’s focus on how it was caused for Felix. Essentially, optic atrophy can be passed down via genes which can result in the optic nerves not forming properly. The optic nerve fibers send impulses from the eyes to the brain, thus this improper formation makes them incapable of doing their job in Felix’s case, rendering him blind. Felix’s main method of coping is both sensing his electrokinesis alongside relying on other people to do menial tasks for him such as reading and writing. Mostly his parents support him, making certain that he have assistance with certain everyday tasks that require eyesight.
roleplayer info
☆ NAME chibi magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years
☆ TIMEZONE central
☆ GENDER female
☆ AGE twenty-one
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