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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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!
[attr="class","inner-finally"] He was met with cynicism. Of course he knew he would have been. This was the first time in a long while he had crossed paths with another spy on the same job. Still she divided her attention. If she was to get the information she needed, she should be focusing on the people. And deal with him after. Even if he was going to do something, there is always a window of opportunity. Though to be fair, he was doing the same, having let his thought's stray like that. He needed to focus on them. But she spoke again. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow with a grin. "Does it look like I'm carrying a weapon? Let alone have anywhere to hide one? And if I was going to do that, pretty sure I would have done so by now. Both already on the ground dead. No need to wait for the goods to change hands." He shrugged.
He moved to a vantage point where they could see both faces of the criminals. The deal was partway done. They were discussing the particulars of the goods. Some sort of drug to enhance the natutal abilities of regular humans. Ky didn't realise there was advancement of this level. That could be dangerous. He furrowed his brows as he thought. But he wasn't there to interfere. He was there to watch. What criminals did outside of this was not his business. He just needed the information. And he had gotten the information he needed. Now it was time for him to look for a way to leave.
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[attr="class","inner-finally"] Halloween was a grey area in terms of celebration for him. He never dressed up or did the trick-or-treating thing, or go to parties. But it was still a tradition he celebrated; simply for the belief humans had once held behind it. Though, they didn’t need one night for the gates to open, they were banished or sent to earth without some mystical force allowing them to on Halloween night. But he still felt the tradition was part of him because of that.
So he certainly wasn’t expecting to be working. He was asked to be at city hall for some Halloween dance. His job was to blend in for awhile and make his way down to the breaker around eleven o’clock. He wasn’t told why, just that that was where he was meant to go. He knew what he had to do. And that was only one part of his job. But upon getting to the hall, there were TRS security everywhere.
He didn’t particularly feel like having to deal with authority, much less sneak around them when time comes. Especially not for the second part of his contract. But it was too late now, he’d accepted the contract. He had to go through with it. With a sigh, he waltzed around the room, keeping an eye on TRS rotations, and looking for the way down to the breaker. He didn’t really have much notice to do a thorough scout of the hall in the days before, so he only had a basic idea of the layout.
Glancing around the hall, people seemed to gravitate to the drink’s table frequently. So he decided to make his way there. See what sort of dribble people are talking. It’d be a good opportunity to pick up more customers and contracts once this one was finished. Though a lot of the talk was just excitement over the holiday, and the dance itself.
He wasn’t in costume, he just wore orange and purple colours through his clothes to show his support of the holiday. He picked up a glass of punch and sipped at it as he watched people play the games and dance, enjoying the event.
[attr="class","inner-finally"] ”Of course.” He grinned as he lead them out to the floor. Dancing wasn’t at the top of his skills list, but he had taken lessons and practiced enough. Though certain people would laugh if they knew. But for contracts like this, it was a skill he had to invest in just in case. He noticed her glancing around the room. He could feel it when they moved. She was looking for something. And who was he to keep her from doing so? He moved around the room, giving her a good scope of the ballroom.
He focused his attention more directly on her when she started speaking. Maybe that’s why she was so distracted on the surrounding? He doubted it. Whoever left her would have to be a jerk. She was quite pretty. But then again, he didn’t know her, even if she felt familiar in some ways. But lots of people felt familiar all the time. It came with job. Some contractors he got were ex-targets, some targets were ex-contractors. Some were neighbours, others shop owners. He smiled at her and pulled her close, using the familiarity as a tool to keep his own facade natural. ”That’s a shame. Who would be a big enough jerk to leave such a stunning lady?” He asked.
[attr="class","inner-finally"] He couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the question. It was not one he got asked often. Probably because people usually came to him at his office. Very rarely did they find him out of business hours. Then again, outside of business hours he very rarely spent his downtime in public. "I'm from around here. Just appears fate has never had us cross paths."
He took a sip of his drink and glanced around the bar. The afternoon was setting in and people came and went. It was funny how many people passed through the doors and how many didn't. He often wondered how fate worked, but never dwelled on it for too long. He had his cards dealt to him, so he had to do what he could with them. He turned to his newfound companion. "And what of yourself?"
He had never seen the other man around either. Though he didn't make it a habit to go looking for people or stalking them. Nor did he take notice of people's appearances unless they were his contractors. Though sometimes he got a contractor that was anonymous and he had a hard time being in contact with them.
[attr="class","inner-finally"] He had always found the aristocratic suffocating. Balls and galas and masquerades were never really his thing. But sometimes.... just sometimes an aristocrat walked into his office, sniffling in disdain as they looked around. Then they'd appraise him. Like an object on sale that people bought but didn't really want. They'd then wipe down the chair as if they'd get some disease then sit straight up. Perfect posture. And put their terms and jobs down on the table. They'd of course expect him to take it on, and promise him compensation beyond what he normally gets for contracts. Usually it'd be a bodyguard job, or a job to keep the order. They usually didn't want police or typical authorities involved because it made people nervous, whereas someone like him could.... blend in. If he let them close enough to him to style him up.
And despite all this. He would take them up on their jobs, he would let them work their magic, and he would attend these grand events. But this party held another reason for him. He would be divided in two this evening. He would be keeping an eye on all the goings on. All the side deals, all the hustles. He would be breaking up any fights, and protecting the hosts. But he would also be looking for someone. Someone he had been keeping tabs on. Someone who probably wouldn't be too thrilled to see him, despite their good standing with each other. He wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for to find her. But he knew that she had disappeared, and for good reason. And he knew she was being hunted for various reasons.
He also knew that several people here tonight would be looking for her. And he had the vague instinct that she would turn up regardless. For her own intel gathering. But no matter how many he danced with, none had her eyes, none moved with her practiced grace, none were her. And he was growing concerned. Were his contacts wrong? Had he made a mistake somewhere? Surely he couldn't have. As his thoughts were whirling, a hushed conversation in the corner caught his conversation, and he gracefully danced his way through the crowd to get closer. The conversation held nothing important for him and he backed away.
Shortly after, he felt a tap on his shoulder and an invite to dance. He turned to face her gave a bow, but he appraised her from top to bottom as he did so. She was tense, and trying to match the crowd around her. He knew this because he was doing the same, with the added passing off his appraisal of her as just being a typical wealthy male. "But of course not, milady." He replied with much the airiness he had practiced well before coming here. His usual laidback kind of drawl nowhere in his masked expression. True to his typical style of clothing, he wore mostly black. He had a white undershirt underneath a red waistcoat, and a black coat with gold embroidering, red tie and of course black bottoms and shoes. His mask was a butterfly mask, black with red and gold embroidery. He had also taken to dying his hair completely black, and wore blue contacts, that, because of his natural orange eyes, seemed to glow somewhat.
He held out his arm for her and once she took it, he glided out to the dancing crowd on the floor.
[attr="class","inner-finally"] The underworld never really bothered him. He had a good 500 years under his belt. Lots of practice. Lots of mistakes. Lots of losses. That didn't make apathetic or detached. He still had attachments. He still had emotiona and empathy. He was a demon, not a robot. Despite the fact he literally operated on a "deal with the devil" basis quite literally. So he knew that his vantage point was one of the better ones. He was also aware of any lurking shadows. Due to the open space, threats could be anywhere, and he wasn't so stupid that he'd be so invested that it left him open. He noticed that the other party was yet to reveal himself to the first. What was he waiting for? An invitation?
He knew this was typical of some. Some would wait a few moments to ensure there were no tricks. No surprises. Nothing that could send the deal south. It also gave an opening to escape if there were unwanted surprises. But he wondered if they ever realised that there was more lurking in the shadows than just the problems with each other. Himself for example. And Ky wasn't the only one, which was made clear when movement followed by a voice came from beside him. He couldn't help it, he smirked at her words. And replied without missing a beat, "But I'm just dying to try on the new flat combats they're selling." He in turn, kept his voice down as he looked at her.
"Take it you're not a fan. If you were, you'd have thrown me into view." He went back to watching the meeting. The second party having finally stepped into view to meet the first. "I'm not your enemy, and I doubt your mine. I'm only interested in watching this go through and reporting back to my contractor. I'd rather not waste time nor energy fighting. Mentally or physically." He changed vantage point, moving further around to circle them. One had a briefcase. The other had a package. A cardboard box. Not the most inconspicuous way to handle an underground deal. Ky had seen better attempts. He had also seen worse. But a job was a job, he supposed. As long as it got done without interferring parties. He wasn't planning on doing anything, but he didn't know about his own surprise guest.
Still. He may not have wanted to waste energy, but if he had to in order to see this through, he would. He would do what he could to keep the girl from interferring.
[attr="class","inner-finally"] The best part about working at night was that he didn't have to use his darkness manipulation to cover his tracks. He could move stealthily without anyone noticing him. And that is pretty much what he was here to do. His latest contract had him on intel gathering. An underground business deal was going down, and there was an interested third party. Who wanted all the details. Who was involved, why, what "side" each player belonged on, what goods were being traded... all the typical information underground brokers were interested in. If people could get their hands on something valuable, and sell it at a higher price than the person it was "borrowed" from, people usually would try. And Ky was usually the middle man. Because he covered his own tracks, thusly covering the tracks of his contractors. And Ky's number one rule was not to ask questions that weren't directly related to his task. Thus he never questioned the motives of individuals.
He was pretty good at guessing them though, most wanted the same thing. Money. Power. Control. The three biggest criminal motivators. And Ky fell into the first. He had rent and bills to pay, and while his job was questionable, his morals to society were not. He was a simple demon making his way in life. Probably why he was never really caught. His name was out on the street, along with his occupation. Anybody who knew anybody would have at least heard his name. And he never really hid the fact. So his freedom was probably attributed to the fact that he was casual and most thought he wqs a joke.
Whatever. It suited him just fine. It made his work easier, as he was less likely to be targeted. But with tensions in the air as it was, he was probably the least of the authorities problems. He moved between buildings, tracking his target. He had spent the last week setting everything up to work in his favour. Information hunting, pretending to be one of the guys on the other side. He just needed to see this deal change hands and report back to his contract and see if further hunting was required. This was one of those jobs where the period of the contract was indeterminate, but that just meant he could charge more. He had tracked his target to an underground shopping mall carpark, where they waited. Both target and targeter. Ky kept to the shadows and he too was waiting.
[attr="class","inner-finally"] There was something about the way the game was played that let him pick it up in others. The way they scrutinised people, carefully selecting a target and approaching them. The confidence. In the way they approached, friendly enough, and confident that they were going to get what they wanted. He didn't know why this other man was doing such, or the job he did that required it, nor did he really care to know. He just continued to watch from his corner.
He lifted a brow when the other zeroed in on him, and begun to approach. The stranger had found his target. Ky tilted his head slightly. There wasn't much for it except wait. And watch. And see what comes about. He may not be bored, drinking alone in a corner. And that would be worth having the stranger join him. Even though the stranger had a purpose and reason for doing so. But it gave Ky his own reason for letting the stranger do so. A little fun never hurt anyone.... except maybe that one guy that one time. Oops. He shoved that thought from his head.
And he watched as the other approached with the aforementioned confidence. Slid into the seat, and start a conversation with him. "Of course, company is always welcome. Not that you left me room to decline." Ky shot him a lighthearted grin. "As for my drink, nothing special, just a lemon, lime and bitters. It's a lowkey kind of day. And yourself?" Ky shrugged, bringing his feet down off the table. He sat up straighter, and took to leaning on the table instead. Normally what a person drank would give you all kinds of details about the drinker, but that wasn't always the case, and he didn't hold out for anything spectacularly revealing.
[attr="class","inner-finally"] When you're already at the bottom, there's only one way to go. And that's up. The spotlight is off. Nobody takes notice of you. You fly under the radar. And he'd be lying if he told you that's not what he liked. In fact, it was exactly where he wanted to be. On the exterior, an upstanding, law-abiding citizen that runs an independent errand running joint, nothing the authorities can pick him up for, and on the interior, nothing less than a contract criminal. Someone who does what it takes to survive. Be that on the right or wrong sides of the law.
Of course, being on the up did have it's perks. Such as paydays and days off. He liked when there were no jobs. He liked that even though many knew exactly what he did for a living, his hands were clean. And there was nothing nobody could do about it. It also meant drinking! It loosened the tongue of many, and a drunken idiot was more than willing to shove their problems on a good listener. It was how Ky had managed to get many of his contracts. It also helped that he could hold his liquor. So his tongue didn't loosen easily in kind. Though, being a demon gave him plenty of time to get used to it, and gave him plenty of time to become seasoned to it.
Having entered the joint earlier, he found no one rich enough to talk into giving him a task. He was sat in a back corner, in stereotypical shady character fashion, but he looked casual enough. Probably like someone you could share a drink or two with if you did approach him. His outfit of choice was a simple dark blue shirt under a furlined hooded leather jacjet, black jeans and black heeled boots. He sat with his heels up on the table and his ankles crossed. Gold eyes watching as the newcomer entered with familiarity and then stalked between tables. Ky had himself on edge. Only certain types of people carried themselves that way. A joint regular or not. After all, he acted much the same.
He hand a drink in his hand which he sipped as the stranger drew closer to where he was seated.
He sipped at his milkshake as she responded, noticing her tense. So he had the right person. That's a good start. Now he had to actually do his job. Get her to safety and keep her from being killed. It wasn't hard to tell she had some questions, the first managing to be spoken. Emilia's whereabouts. But the answer would have to wait. He'd rather not discuss sensitive topics in such an open place. So he shook his head slightly. "Now's not the time. I'll answer questions when we're out of here. We need to leave."
And from the sounds of it. He was right. She mentioned getting her back to the hotel. Ky thought it over. Emilia had given him the information and all the way he had contemplated if the hotel would actually be safe. Hitmen knew a thing or two about getting past guards and replicating keycards and threatening hotel staff. He knew how they thought because he was one... well... he was one on an ordinary day. But he didn't know where else to take her, so the hotel would have to be good enough. At least for now.
Right as she mentioned company, he heard the hurried footsteps that were heavier and more urgent than simply those who were in and out of the airport. He needed to do something. And he needed to do it now. Fire in such an enclosed space would be dangerous, and this wasn't a destruction task. He had to avoid chaos. Or... well, damaging chaos anyway. He looked between the men and the girl. "I'm explaining this once. And you're going to have to trust me." He had seen how people reacted to demons and other species from Hell. And more often than not it wasn't pretty. And there wasn't any real way to hide it. Sure, you could use a disguise hex, but their power sets were pretty identifiable.
Then again darkness seemed a common power among many, so who knows. "As soon as I'm done talking, I'm going to envelop the airport in darkness. So you're going to have to hold onto my hand or something." He figured he could listen to her and use his powers at the same time, so without waiting for a reply, and making sure to pay attention in case she did, he reached out with his powers and pulled forth a blanket of darkness covering the airport. He stepped closer to her so she could find him, and he leaned in to whisper to her. "We have to leave and now we need to be quiet in case they recognise your voice."
Ky was used to getting all kinds of business. That's what he had put himself out for. Centuries of crime committing and not once had it caught up to him. Of course his channels were very tight and it was very difficult to get into contact with him. If only for the fact that he couldn't get caught by the local authorities and often named his work as simply errand running. Which isn't exactly a lie. While much of what he did was criminal activity, it was someone else's criminal activity, and thus, an errand.
So it came as a surprise that his latest contact wanted him for the exact opposite. Something about a business proposal or something and a hit being put out on a lady and her daughter and she wanted to hire him to protect said daughter. He wasn't really paying attention to the reasoning, something he often labeled as "flavour text" and only actually paid attention to what he was being hired for. Security detail.
Now, while he was surprised at the nature of his msrk, it wasn't all that uncommon. He had been taking any odd job that came his way, even those that were on the right side of the law. He had to pay the bills somehow. Yes. The contract criminal still paid his bills. He liked his electricity and running water and the roof over his head. He was going to keep it as long as he could.
So, that's why the young adult was dressed in casual attire in order to somewhat blend in at the airport. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, a grey shirt and a short black denim jacket with long sleeves, topped with black boots. He entered the airport, a photo of his mark in one hand and a milkshake in the other.
Spotting the girl from the picture as she came through the gate, he approached her. "Would you happen to be Valerie? Your mother has asked me to be your escort." Ky asked casually. He showed no sign of wanting to harm her. Though he was probably not what she was expecting.
Ky studied her a moment as he waited for confirmation from her. She looked like the picture, but you never knew these days. Not with all sorts of people wandering about. Different creatures with different powers, humans looking like other humans in general. Not that he'd care if he had the wrong person. He wasn't the type to get embarrassed by mistakes.
I'm Dreamer and I'm 23. I'm not new to the rp scene, having been rp'ing on and off for about 10 years (unless count playing pretend as a child). I've been through a few usernames, Dreamer being my latest. It's been awhile since I've been on an animanga site and Proboards, so please have patience as I relearn Proboards systems. My post length and rp style varies, and I try my best to post match. I've actually seen Duality around for some time on almost every site I've been on, so I finally took the dive and decided to check you out and here we are.
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general info
AGE Five Hundred and Twenty-Five
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Pansexual
BIRTHDATE October 31st
OCCUPATION Contract Criminal
SPECIES Demon
appearance
Ky is built with strong core muscles and upper body strength, which is seen visually with a chiseled chest. While well toned, he is also tall and lanky, with angular facial features. He is often seen sporting plain T-shirtsl, leather or denim jackets, black jeans and black, heeled (often knee-high) boots. It's also not unusual to see him in high end brand clothing or following current fashion trends. He puts a lot of effort into his style and his overall presentation, while majorly visual, his presentation efforts can be found in verbal or physical forms as well.
Ky is the type of person that can easily mingle among any kind of crowd. Often confident and with a sassy streak, his digs and witty remarks can be disregarded. He's casual and laid-back by default, making him relatively approachable. Though he does often act on impulse and once his mind is made up, it's very difficult to get him to change it. He's honest and won't pull punches about what he thinks, so it's sometimes better not to ask for his opinion or advice if you really don't want an answer. On top of this, he's a kitty with claws. Catch him on a bad day or in a bad mood and his digs are no longer light-hearted and they aim to hurt - he becomes snarky. And depending on the situation or what caused his switch to flip, he can also become physical.
abilities
Enhanced Endurance: A natural ability not requiring control. He can take a few more hits and last a little longer than the average joe.
Fire Immune: A natural ability not requiring control. He is not flammable by ordinary standards. While he can catch fire, he is unaffected by it and can endure extreme temperatures. He can however still be burned by holy water, wounds from which take 2-3 months to heal.
Immortality: A natural ability requiring some level of control and understanding. Despite Ky's relative youth, he had picked and chosen what to focus on and what to become adept at. The ceasing of the ageing process being one of them. He has ceased his ageing process and has kept his age at somewhere in the 20s.
Fire Manipulation: Who doesn't love playing with a bit of fire? At least until they get burned. Fire manipulation allows the user to create, shape and use the particles in the air to cause combustion and create flame which can be used to varying degrees. Ky can create flames on his hands and throw them, though the further he throws them, the more they begin to fizzle out. He can also create a wall of flame around himself as a sort of shield or barrier. However the longer he holds the barrier the more energy he uses up.
Darkness Manipulation: What is darkness but the absence or lack of light? Darkness can be manipulated in many ways, as both a solid substance and shapes on the wall. Ky can utilise an array of these abilities, having focused more on using the shadows for cover of his criminal activity. However he can manipulate shapes on the wall and create solid and physical constructs. When creating cover, larger the area he covers the more strain it has on his body. When it comes to shapes they're a lot easier than physical constructs, but physical constructs are sturdier, though the larger the size the harder it is to create.
Hexes: A type of magic ability that many are adept at, however, hexes are one of the abilities he's not the best at. He prefers the chalk method over the blood method and focuses more on disguise and teleportation hexes as opposed to the others.
Possession: The abilith to take over and control an individual. Due to lack of practice and skill, he cannonly possess weaker individuals and not for very long before he is ejected out of the body of the person he's possessing. He cannot enter any places blessed by Akari, including but not limited to churches. Being blessed by angels or fallen angels can cause power drains due to the conflicting angel and demon magic within his being.
backstory
When asked for a story, what do you tell? What do you reveal and what do you keep secret? Where do you begin? Sure it seems logical to begin at the beginning from your birth, but what if there was no life lead by the baby version of you? People are only interested in happenings, in action, in stories that seem ethereal. The reality vs fiction debate. No one bothers with the small boring details. But it's those details that are the most important. You see, even though time has passed since the War of Traitors, and even though there are those born in more recent times and brought up in a humanised society, if you're different, if you are not "Earthly" then you not normal. Your species defines you and your role in society.
So for Ky having been born a demon, despite his upbringing in modern society, had always been treated like an outcast. Sure he had friends but he also had bullies. His early years were spent in withdrawal and reservation. He was quiet and he tried not to step on any toes. Hard to believe given what he's like these days, but it is what it is. As he grew older, and as he grew tired of the same old thing, he started dishing out what he got served. Using it as an excuse to practice his powers. He was suspended and expelled from many schools as his behaviour grew worse.
He didn't really start his crime spree until his later teen years and early adulthood as he fell into the gang scene. He didn't stay there very long, long enough to work his way up and learn the tools of the trade and leave, making his own way through life. He had begun using his powers to cover his tracks, getting better as he went along. Spending quite a few years doing this. Mostly minor crimes such as petty theft, breaking and entering, trespassing. As far as everyday life went, he followed basic law, his crimes done sporadically.
Still, when you're pretty much immortal, even that can get boring, he spent a good portion of his life practicing his powers and seeing how far he can push the boundaries of law. Eventually time blurred together and he found himself becoming a mercenary for sorts. Not quite a hit-for-hire as he dabbled in other crimes more, but it wasn't unusual to make people disappear either. He decided that with the chaos between AP and TRS, he could fly under the radar a lot easier and upped the ante. His easy going nature making him easy to approach and even easier to miss. Though he wouldn't complain if the authorities eventually picked him up, he's got a liftime or three ahead of him, although time may be running out with the chaos cause by AP.
misc
- Ky is also versed in various armed and unarmed combat styles and techniques - Almost always has a knife hidden on his person - Has a relatively healthy diet and exercises frequently to stay in top form
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
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