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.
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!
Excitement exploded in Elio’s veins as he hopped on his feet and his mind raced rapidly. Before him stood one of his heroes, an idol pedestalled in his mind because of the positive influences given. Ask The Undefeated became crucial in his strive for individuality. In those darkened moments masked with feelings of inadequacy and failure, the incredible band-assisted Elio in learning about himself and becoming the man he was today. In short, he owed Ask The Undefeated everything he gained in his personality.
Inside his ears, Elio’s heart pounded as blood rocketed through his veins. The exhilaration felt from being granted the prestigious opportunity to meet a single member of his favoured band summoned him to nirvana. Lurking in the depths of his mind were prayers of not overwhelming the wondrous lead singer in his moment of complete starstruck. The giddiness exploding through his body was impossible to contain. Rather, it manifested itself in the form of exhilarated bobbing on his feet with the brightest grin across his face.
The jubilee discovered in the confirmation of the man’s identity only increased those positive emotions. Though, in the depths, his mind chastised him about appearing abnormal or weird… He refused to freak out his hero with the rollercoaster of emotions entering him! The bliss, the excitement, it all intermingled into a bubbling brew Elio attempted to desperately contain within himself. However, worries existed nonetheless as the man spoke in an awkward cadence.
To avoid the push to concern, Elio narrowly ceased his bouncing feet and answered with a small nod. Yet, his hand proceeded to anxiously fidget as he smiled at the man.
“S-sorry if I’m a little overbearing... I just really valued all the band members... I know it may have not been your intention, but you changed my life, you know?” His voice became softer as his bashfulness grew.
Explaining further the circumstance of his admiration for one of his heroes... it was a lot. His heart was beating in his ears from anxiety rather than deeper feelings. The nerves crawling over his shoulders made hairs across his neck stand on end. He never prepared for a situation where he would meet an individual he valued immensely and admired for years. As the man responded to his claims, the angel’s nods grew faster in confirmation.
“Yeah! I just... really appreciate it. I don’t know where I would be without that,” he added in a gentle tone.
Uncertainty filled Elio over his request for a sharing coffee under the banner of an appreciative thank you. The white-haired man, Rowen D’Angelo, perhaps avoided manifesting these connections or worried about the possibility of obsessive fans... The angel knew part of him would be disappointed should rejection reach his ears, however, Elio could comprehend the choice. Though astonishment lit his face when he listened to an agreement.
A soft squeal escaped his throat as his hands clasped together. In his excitement, Elio bit down upon his lip to cease further displays of zeal; less he caused anxieties for his guest.
“First off, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The angel started with a slight hop, his breaths turning to deepness to avoid over-exertion of his elation. “An-anyways! Elio Frost, my name is Elio Frost.”
Nervous excitement exhibited itself in Elio’s turn as slight tones of anxiety mingled and danced with hyperness. A simple agreement increased the dark-haired man’s mood to cloud nine. For years, he fantasized about the notion of holding even a minor conversation with a member of Ask The Undefeated. Thus, the angel happily hopped, his head processing and thinking at extreme speeds and without a pause as surprise and joy stunned him.
A brilliant smile stretched across Elio's face as he regarded the customer with bright eyes and an expression brimming with warmth. The man's blue hues gazed over the newcomer, soft curiosity glimmering amidst the depths of his ocean eyes. Naturally, the Golden Spoon attracted new customers on the regular. The establishment was well-known in Lorsette for its wonderful and simple home-cooked recipes and friendly service. Thus, during the summer and autumn months when tourism reached its climax, new faces were a regular.
However, having worked at the Golden Spoon since his youth, Elio knew service calmed to primarily Lorsette citizens during the winter months. While inevitably he never memorized the entering faces, his interests piqued upon the entrance of an unfamiliar face. Furthermore, with the restaurant reaching its before-supper lull, the opportunity to create connections with patrons existed. Already, the chance resulted in the gentle bouncing of Elio's feet as he regarded the warmly dressed man with aquamarine eyes.
The man's posture was straightened, alert, however, the specific reasons were beyond the dark-haired server. He believed the stranger's body language to signal regular reactions to noises. Furthermore, given the enhanced senses of a portion of species, Elio was none the wiser to the stranger's anxieties. These beliefs only shifted when the angel managed to hear the soft stutters of a nervous man and the bashful avoidance of gazes. Shortly, Elio's lips adjusted to a softer, compassionate smile for the young, shy man.
"No problem," he started, voice maintaining friendliness, but shifting to a softer tone. "I'm good, thank you."
The server's eyes observed his customer, occasionally shifting to avoid placing pressure onto the shy patron. He wanted to avoid sparking further anxiety if it could be assisted. Inside his head, the gears turned as he debated possibilities to begin the small talk.
"I don't think I have seen you here, are you new to Lorsette?" The angel inquired softly.
Undoubtedly, Elio would be unable to recognize everybody inside Lorsette. The location was a sprawling city with many unfamiliar faces, however, the dark-haired man enjoyed people remarking on how they came across the Golden Spoon. Nonetheless, it was regularly an excellent first step to start a conversation with a newcomer.
[ No worries! I have been slow as of late, so I cannot complain. c: ]
Cold weather inevitable arrived with the coming of winter's embrace over the world. The steady arrival would harold the coming of Elio's least favoured seasons. Never had the young angel favoured winter because of his disdain for the frigid temperatures. Threats of freezing temperatures haunted the young, dark-haired man; fortunately, today was among the warmer. However, there were instances where Elio, in spite of the cold ventured beyond his home. For days, the young angel locked himself away from a recent game obsession.
Hours were divulged into clicking away at buttons while shouting a chant of victory or a disappointed sigh of defeat. Nonetheless, spending seemingly endless amounts of time inside his posture-decorated room reinforced the requirement to free himself from his computer. Despite his infinite jubilee towards video games, exercise and fresh air were important for the young adult. Hence, he dressed warmly, tugging on a thick winter coat and pair of red, wool mitts with the Canadian flag on them. Their colour complimented the black and red jacket wrapped around his torso.
A red scarf was wrapped around his neck, edges hidden beneath his black jacket. Quietly, the young man walked, wearing a pair of hefty, black snow boots and dark-blue skinny jeans. Around him, the world was covered in a thin layer of white, sparkling snow. It coated the bare branches above and across the familiar wrought iron and stone fence of Crow Feather Park. From the main gate, the sounds of giggling children echoed through the park. As he entered, Elio spotted children throwing snowballs at one another. Witnessing the playful fight summoned a smile as Elio passed by.
For a moment, he remembered the days of his youth where he would play with his siblings while vying for attention. Part of him missed the playfulness, however, the discoveries with age allowed the young man to stabilize. Gradually, he strode forward, hands retreating to his pockets. Curiously, his blue eyes observed the stunning scene of a snow-covered park. The old, stone paths were long cleared by the town representatives, leaving the paths no longer slickened. Any ice patches would be devoured by salt meanwhile, the snow shovelled into piles used as ammo hills by children.
Between the laughing children and chattering parents, Elio's eyes admired the scenery... until they locked. The sensation transcended over Elio abruptly as his heart lurched and his eyes widened. A barely audible gasp escaped his lips as sudden excitement suffocated his entirety. Suddenly, his gasp changed to a giddy squeal as he prayed his optics were not playing a cruel trick! In the park, was a face he witnessed playing music many times! The familiar white hair and countenance causing the sensation of a soaring heart!
A deep breath was sucked into the pits of his lungs and held. Forcefully, tranquillity was summoned as Elio quietly approached, slowly releasing his breath. Nervousness devoured him as his hesitant steps led him forward. He needed to thank him... The man he discovered, Rowen D'Angelo, was apart of the band that allowed him to explore his love for music. That inspired his individuality and allowed him to break away from being another meaningless face! Ask The Undefeated, even with their abrupt breaking, was treasured by Elio from their influence.
As he stationed himself before the white-haired man, what he viewed was confirmed. Gently, he smiled, tinges of anxiety evident in his expression. Uncharacteristically, the sociable young man was reduced to a bundle of nerves in front of one of his most valued heroes.
"H-hey... um... You're Rowen D'Angelo, right? ... From Ask The Undefeated? I... I just wanted to say, thank you. You and your band helped me through a hard time and... uh... I really appreciated it... I'm a big fan," Elio began with an awkward cadence of admiration. "If... you're not busy, maybe we could get coffee? As a thank you, you know?"
Compared to his other interaction, anybody could easily notice Elio's nervousness. While he admired the entire band and recognized their names and styles, approaching a member of it brought endless anxiety. Concerns of rejection or creating a scene marked by discomfort flooded through his mind. Rarely, would somebody gain a prestigious opportunity, though, he imagined for individuals apart of the music scene, it was a common nuisance. As Elio remained standing nervously stiff, his fingers crossed inside the warm wool gloves as he pleaded the man would agree.
The dark-haired man held bated breath as his eyes nervously adverted eye contact. Despite pursuing guitar similar to another band member, Mallow Key, Elio nonetheless admired every member of Ask The Undefeated. From those who continued living, to the unfortunate deceased member.
The morning started with the hasty bustle of the classic morning routine for Elio Frost. He roused from his bed, brushed his hair and teeth and got dressed in his uniform for the Golden Spoon Dinner. The simple black long-sleeved server's shirt sported a white nametag with a small golden spoon with the name Elio etched upon it. Three buttons were fastened to the neck, causing the collar to lay firm against Elio's neck. Beneath he wore a pair of blue jeans, freshly washed and suiting for the dark shirt.
Once the uniform was satisfactory, Elio walked around his bed. On the bedside table was Elio's phone, stationed with the charger plugged in. A soft notification noise echoed from the speaker as he unplugged his phone, telling him the device was no longer charging. Promptly, he slid the phone into his jeans pocket where it was secured. The young man retreated from his bedside, walking towards the dark wood desk. Off the computer chair, Elio plucked a navy-coloured hoodie. Smoothly, he pulled it over his arms, tugging it close for warmth.
Moments later, he grabbed his wallet and car keys, sliding them into the unused pocket of his jeans. Afterwards, he hurried downstairs, greeting his family and making himself two slices of toast and pouring himself a cup of orange juice. Hastily, Elio finished his food, consuming the toast and chugging the orange juice. When finished, he rose from the kitchen table, dishes in his hands. Each filthy dish was placed into the dishwasher before Elio gave his farewells and hurried towards the front door. He pushed through the front door.
Off the front porch, Elio went down the front stairs. A few vehicles lined the street because of the sheer amount of family members in the Frost family. Out of the miniature lot, Elio's car was a small, red car purchased for the purpose of transportation. He entered the car, easing back in the driver's seat as he connected his phone. In a few clicks, his favourite band, Ask The Undefeated, pumped through the speakers. Once comfortable, he started the required steps and drove to his job located just outside the Business District of Lorsette's downtown area.
Upon reaching work, Elio pulled into the vacant parking lot, entering the building in the early hours of the morning where time ticked on. Work passed similar to a blur as breakfast arrived followed by many coming for brunch. Lunch was greeted with a similar blurring of passing faces, smiling and bringing people their meals. Though once the golden zone of lunch passed and 2:00 pm hit, things eased. The straggling people searching for a late lunch would be coming inside for meals while the excitement of an hour of work remaining roamed his veins.
From an opening in the kitchen, Elio and another server observed the flowing outside, when an auburn-haired man entered. Once he was seated, the angel grabbed a menu from the stack and nodded at his coworker. He approached the table chosen by the young man, notepad and pen held by a black half-apron.
"Good afternoon, sir! Welcome to the Golden Spoon, I will be your server," Elio opened, handing the man the menu. "May I ask how you are on this fine day?"
A friendliness consumed Elio's voice with his spoken words. Across his lips played an amiable smile, strong after being in customer service long enough to adjust. Quietly, he waited for the man's response, hoping to create easement and a friendly bond through the startings of small talk. Embulient with sociability and benevolence, one would discover Elio as somebody suiting for the customer service scene. He thrived off conversation and enjoyed having the opportunity to meet people through his occupation, though, his passions laid in music.
Nonetheless, he planned on enjoying the customer service scene when possible before hopefully moving onto a job in music. Part of him prayed he could become a musician, though, another portion considered avenues such as teaching.
With a semi-short height of 5’7” and little muscle disposition, Elio could never be considered a force to be reckoned with. Rather, he adheres to physical attractions of those searching for somebody with a “cuter” aesthetic. As a short, young man with limbs proportional to his body, Elio comes off as small from a size and weight perspective. Limbs leaning to the willowy side of the spectrum in weight, holding an unexpected grace despite his shortness. Painting his body is fair skin leaning a little more to the paler side. In terms of markings, Elio is lacking, being fortunate to not have a scar or blemish across his fair complexion. Due to his enjoyment of playing the guitar, Elio’s fingers, while gracefully long, are calloused covered from years of running across strongs with a pick.
Matching his slender body is a well-shaped face perched atop his neck. Relatively high cheekbones station themselves on Elio’s cheeks. Despite his high cheekbones, Elio has adorable, plump cheeks. They are well-filled and pinchable for those who may attempt the goal. In addition, his nose is petite and his lips slender, making his face have a sweet, youthful smallness. Most enchanting of Elio’s traits are the beautiful aquamarine eyes shining from his darkened bangs. They sparkle in light, ebullient and radiating with positive and happiness at most times. Though in sadness, they can take a drearier turn, softly greying over. Another unique trait is Elio’s soft-to-the-touch hair. A majority of the base colour is a rich dark brown, while in the front a streak of red reaches down past his chin. In the back, strands dyed a tanned colour reach out in a ponytail. His hair is long-ish, with locks occasionally drifting into his eyes.
While being various with clothing, Elio manages to have one designated style of clothing. This consists of casual wears and generally comfortable outfits. He adores thick sweaters, wearing them whenever possible. Frequently, depending on weather, Elio may switch between short or long sleeves without much thought. As for pants, Elio enjoys both options of jeans and sweatpants, the latter preferred on particularly cold days or on days he is searching for comfort. He does find a pleasant comfort in skinny jeans and wears them regularly. As for jewelry, Elio is known for wearing a black, leathery choker around his neck.
Light Manipulation -- Advanced The ability to manipulate light, allowing the user to make solid light or small balls that illuminate areas. Admittedly, Elio had learned the ability in order to stay up and read manga while his parents sleep. Though, eventually, he gained a curiosity of the ability of which could not be rivalled. Elio can accomplish small tricks of the light, even being capable of creating varying colours of light. In addition, he can make solid objects from the light around him or through creating. Though, due to lack of training, Elio does not have a basis in combat-based light manipulation. At most, he may accidentally create a shield when startled by someone or something to protect himself. Extensive hours of manipulation can leave Elio exhausted with ease. Creation tending to take more energy from the young man than manipulating existing light.
Electricity Manipulation -- Intermediate The ability to manipulate electricity, allowing the user to also create electricity. Functionally, Elion learned electricity manipulation for the purpose of emergencies. Therefore, Elio’s electricity manipulation works in acute amounts. He can give small spurts in order to charge a phone or other device. If he uses his electricity manipulation slowly, Elio is capable of keeping an appliance going for approximately 30 - 60 minutes. This allows Elio methods to avoid the banes of power outages or in situations of being away from modern implements. Though, Elio is completely incapable of using his electricity for combat purposes. At most, Elio can give someone a nasty static shock to stun them, but a majority of people can fight through the sensation.
Holy Water Creation -- Beginner/Unused The ability to create holy water in a small bottle. The notion of holy water creation has always perturbed Elio since learning the negative effects it can have on demons. Therefore, Elio is untrained and refuses to try it. The last thing he wants is to burn someone in an accident! If he tried, Elio would discover himself exhausted.
Healing -- Mastered The ability to heal another individual through touching them. All biological constructs will stitch together and furthermore, sickness can be cleared from their body. Poisons and excess of medical drugs can also be healed by Elio. When he heals other people, Elio is required to hover his hands over the person, most effectively over their wounds. In situations of poisoning or overdoses, Elio’s best strategy is to heal these inflicts. Fortunately, Elio has learned the ability well to assure his younger siblings would be alright. Therefore, Elio can heal multiple times, even being able to heal fast enough with focus to bring people from the brink of death. The more severe the injury, the more energy it drains. The young man can focus his energy and heal wounds faster, but this consumes more energy. If accomplished repeatedly, Elio can get a headache from it.
Wing Manifestation -- Intermediate The ability to summon wings from one’s back, allowing the user to successfully fly or use them as shields. Always, had Elio held mixed feelings about heights. Thus, his wing manifestation is untrained, only learned for the purposes of gliding when needed. At most, Elio may consider flying at low heights, but it is rare for him to go over approximately 12ft. This causes his summoning time to suffer greatly with Elio’s wings taking approximately 30 seconds to spawn from his wings. This in addition makes his stamina low, meaning he is only capable of flying for a max of 30 minutes.
Wards -- Beginner/Unused The ability to create wards on items or places to keep certain species out. An ability that Elio easily has mixed feelings for. He believes wards will only create more divides between people, therefore, he refuses to use them. Should he try, he would face similar effects of draining on his energy.
Blessings -- Mastered The ability to bestow blessings onto another individual, granting them aspects like energy, luck or even positive sensations. From a young age, Elio wished to assist those around him, specifically his friends and family. The young boy became masterful in blessings. Through physical contact, Elio can bless his intended target, allowing him to assist them. When using his magic, Elio’s hand released a soft glow. The ability slowly drains his energy because of his skillfulness in the ability. Though should Elio use it excessively, he will start growing tired.
Naturals: Electricity Immunity, Immortality
backstory
As a pair of parents with tons of siblings, when Anita and Burk Frost married, many expected the gaggle of children they would have. The pair adored children and from the moment they started their family, it became clear. Several children were birthed into the Frost family, making for a genuine gaggle of children. Though, with a large family arrived difficulties in fixating attention on their individual children. Upon his birth, Elio hastily learned the functions of the household. Many times would the child have to vy for his parents attention, shouting away to watch what he could do. Alas, Elio learned that his parents could only spare a few seconds of a glance for his childish antics. Unintentionally ignored, the actions of his parents left Elio as a child who struggled for attention.
With more children on the way and Elio a young toddler, he felt swept away with everything happening in the Frost family. Everything moved fast, the young child discovering quickly how everyone seemed to have something that garnered them attention. Meanwhile, Elio as a young stationed thickly in the middle struggled to gain those aspects of life. He felt lost amidst his many siblings and overwhelmed by the competition searching for the long-desired parental attention. These moments brought Elio into a withdrawn state, often playing by himself while searching for opportune times to gain the attention of his parents, yet, the mission felt impossible. His parents were concerned about his younger siblings and everybody else seemed to gain attention better than him. A hush flowed over Elio as a result, a silent jealousy entering his head on some occasion in the midst of his failures.
Upon his entry into school, the feelings of disorientation inside the large family only increased. From the beginning, Elio recognized and learned the quirks of his teachers. Their memories grasping at the familiar faces of his older siblings and accidentally miss applying the name to him. He remembered hearing their names several times over, Elio’s mind creating the illusion of being among the only fading together faces in the school. The piling emotions of lacking anything special about him weighed heavily onto the young boy’s shoulders. He struggled to believe there was anything unique about his entire being. From the manner he acted and behavioured around others to the skills he retained from learning in class. He simply felt like another in the dozen for the Frost family children. It created the undertones of a long-time conflict in Elio’s life as he searched for something to allow him to stand out amidst his siblings.
The requirements of moderating many children brought forth the causeulty of certain defined details slipping through the cracks early on. The warning signs of a child who felt uninteresting and among the masses of average being a product of an upbringing being overshadowed. In his childhood, Elio felt benign and unimportant at times. He tended to be the quiet child, reading in the corner and lacking friends to stand at his sides despite his reserved sense of friendliness. Others simply appeared to gain the attraction of others more than the blue-eyed Frost child. Educationally, the dark-haired boy received average grades with a few instances of being above depending on the topic at hand. Then his life was led by an overwhelming sensation of exhibiting mediocrity throughout his childhood. In the end, Elio’s parents struggled to catch onto the warning signs of a child who needed a dose of confidence boosting.
As Elio entered his adolescents, the effects were becoming obvious. The child was awkward in social practice and withdrawn towards others. The last one picked for anything, the child who needed to approach the teacher about having no lab partner again and the one who regularly hid himself in the corner. The young child was dissatisfied and lonesome through middle school, leading to him feeling upset. It leaked into his homelife, the child always faking a smile and giving a half-hearted “School was good today”. It became the stepping stones of his parents’ worry as they took him aside. They began asking him what was happening at school, going into more depth. Then out of the blue, Elio inquired about whether or not he was special. They assured him he was, alas, despite that he merely wore a smile and pretended it was true. Everybody else already showed him time and time again he was merely another face in a crowded room of people.
High school was questionable for the initial years of Elio’s entrance. With his feelings of unimportance and averageness grew, a soft shift in style started. In an effort to assist their son, they warranted him certain things such as the opportunity to dye his hair and explore clothing options. While these minute changes cultivated a sense of betterment, things would inevitably get better. The discovery of his favourite band brought forth ideas Elio required to survive the high school jungle. He became obsessed with Ask The Undefeated at 15, being the type to listen to every song and get it downloaded on his phone. Eventually, he began singing along and soon he grew enamoured with the concept of music. A day arrived where he quietly approached his parents. How his voice quivered as he asked if he could be signed up for guitar lessons. He never asked for anything before, thus his parents leaped at the idea.
The day Elio was signed up for guitar lessons was when he discovered that special thing. He had a knack for music and enjoyed strumming the strings and singing the words. He excelled in the skill, gradually discovering more joy in the hobby. His mood altered greatly as Elio gained a slight confidence in his musical skills. He signed up for music class, learning more and gaining a mild admiration for his skills. Things were looking up for Elio as he found something he considered beyond valuable to him. The following year, he received a guitar for his birthday, which he cherished greatly. He remembered the day as a time when tears surfaced and he thanked his family for the greatest gift. Though, over time a tragedy would befall Elio’s favourite band when they announced a member of theirs dying of an overdose.
He remembered crying for hours, his parents inquiring about his upset. The answer could hardly be spoken through his quivering lips as congestion claimed his throat and mouth. Ask The Undefeated meant everything to Elio for without their influence, he would have never strum the chords of a guitar. They comforted Elio the best they could, but for a time, he found himself sorrowful. For weeks he displayed a melancholy rising in his mind, infecting his brain. However, the flow of life prompted him forward and over time he recovered, he cherished the band that sparked his love of music and guitar. Eventually, Elio got a part time job during high school, later shifting into a full-time position after graduation. Currently, Elio is sitting on what he wants for himself in the future while gathering the needed funds for his post-secondary education.
- He loves the band Ask The Undefeated. When they disbanded it left him quite upset, but he still loves the band. Though Elio will certainly be ever thankful to Ask The Undefeated, for should he had never stumbled upon them, he believed he would have never gotten into guitar or singing. - Elio despises mashed potatoes! The texture makes him want to puke. - Elio’s main hobby is playing guitar and singing. He loves music, regularly playing and singing. Though, he has proven a little anxious about playing in public. - Horror movies and ghost stories easily cause Elio to be frightened. Frequently, they will give him nightmares, thus he avoids them altogether. - Elio knows he wants a music oriented occupation for his future, however, he is still debating what.
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