Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Dolores laughed, quite loudly, to herself at the young seer's words, shaking her head as she did so. "Oh no my dear, I would not dare try anything..." She stared directly into Penny's eyes as she spoke; this time, her words were sincere. If she ended up removing this rook from the chess game of life, things would be mighty grim for her, as she has no way of interacting with the realm of the dead, nor does she intend to, if she even could to begin with. Her troublesome reaper of a son still lives, and will easily sense her presence. "However... even if I did desire to, I would have done it before you ran into the unknown wilderness chasing a vision... mm... yes, indeed." Now, her tone was almost mocking, poking fun at this rather serious encounter, but she couldn't care less. All of the training in the world would do little to prepare someone for her sadistic motives.
Resting her hands on her hips, she pondered about her next course of action, very aware that any word that comes out of her conversing partner's mouth could either be a cover, lie, or the truth. It was clear to her that her level of prowess was far below her, but she intended to experiment with it, and to do that, she had to throw a bit of caution to the wind. After all, what was the worst that could happen to the most skilledexperienced powerful seer alive? "You must be starving with such a... neglectful guardian. Please, allow me to prepare a proper meal for a gifted girl such as yourself! I of course will allow you to return home, as to not worry a worthless soul, however I insist you let me cook you something once there..." While the Madame's face appeared neutral in nature, the reality was inside, she was nearing her bursting point. Yes, she was quite skilled in planning and war tactics, courtesy of one of her dead husbands, however at her core she quite enjoyed toying with people, and this encounter was no exception.
It was a rather cold winter day, with all seen wildlife burrowing away for protection and warmth. The trees were barren of colorful leaves and looked far more dead than they truly were, but inside the Dark Market all was warm and full of life, even the flora despite not being of evergreen genetics. Dolores was taking special time away from her day to attend to one of her most beloved nobles: Amy Steele . Of course, she did this frequently, but today, due to the weather, the time taken was far greater. They were simply walking through one of the many halls of the large underground headquarters, the hallway adequately lit with candle fire, each one flickering in a way that resembled bowing as they passed. Even though this was only a simple, "harmless" walk, Dolores was dressed more elegantly than she usually was; her hair was neatly done, not a single strand out of line, and she wore a similar, yet noticeably cleaner, sharper version of her dress, all topped off by her sadistic motherly smile. The only questionable thing about her right now, besides her herself, was in her left hand she twirled her pistol around her finger by the trigger guard. Earlier in their walk, she "accidently" shot another Dark Market personnel dead... but shrugged it off when inquired about it. The only thing that mattered was Amy's attention. She had her suspicions the young faekin was thinking rebellious thoughts, and intended for today's walk to be both reassuring... and utterly terrifying.
Still swinging around her pistol, she slowed down, breathing in a breath of fresh air. "I do believe the occupants did very well with these scented candles... it only took five rounds this time as well! Simply delightful... do you agree, Amy?" Her smile never left her face as she spoke with a voice too warm to originate from her cold lips, but they did. Such is the way of manipulators like her. The Madame would start things off slow, then inquire about her suspicions, an easy task in theory, easier in practice, she believed.
"An uncle, is that so?" Dolores grinned at Penny, idly checking her nails for stains or cracks. If what she said was true, then there could be possibly more individuals nearby that were either the same as or entirely different than herself, and that lone thought made shivers of warmth pulse through her body. Her grin began to fade as she remembered just how comfortable this girl was around things that could take the life of another. She didn't seem too phased by the death of animals either... troublesome.
"I see..." she said, mostly to herself, wondering how to proceed. It wasn't one of the answers the dark seer was looking for, but of course she could adapt and overcome. "If this uncle of yours is away on a... business trip? Then you do not in fact live alone," she began, "how do you get the meals you need every day, dear? Are you in school, perhaps?" All questions asked in a convincing, concerning tone as her eyes seemed to stare into the girl's soul, hopeful for a positive response. In reality? Dolores couldn't care less, all was a ploy, and even if she did care in some twisted way, the cons outweighed the pros.
"I myself have a place not too far from the outskirts where you may rest, of course if your guardians raised you properly you would understandably be hesitant, however I assure you I will not harm you." Bold was the only word that could describe what she was feeling right then. Bold to ask a girl she just met to come back with her, a stranger that just both threatened her own life, Penny's life, and ended the life of a wild animal, but she wasn't without a plan. Her expected answer was obviously "no", and that would allow her to dismiss the entire conversation while apologizing and following her back to from which she came... an elaborate set up just to get a young seer under her wing, and by the gods she will have her. No matter who she has to get rid of... such as an uncle that could or couldn't exist...
The sadistic seer put a finger to her lip, her warm smile momentarily fading. Penny's words of concern for the animal life around the area bewildered her, it certainly wasn't something she was expecting... From a contemplating stare to a wide smile, Dolores's mind was racing with questions, and with each question she had, her smile grew until eventually she herself was laughing.
"My dear, you did not want to accidently fire at some poor, inferior animal? I find that absolutely hilarious! You truly have much to learn." With those words, the Esmeree pointed to some nearby trees, with a cruel smirk, and in a matter of moments a small deer was levitating towards her, its body twitching and contorting, clearly in pain. "You who spoke with words so confident earlier now speak as if you do not know what a gun can do..." She began to open her hand, her palm facing the uncomfortable deer, "...how long will you attempt to influence my view of you, naïve girl?"
Closing her hand into a fist with a quick motion, there was a loud whine before Dolores was splattered with red; an easy, painful execution. Tossing the deceased animal aside with a wrist flick, she observed Penny's reaction, it would tell her all she needed to know about the younger girl... would she be surprised and fearful, or would she act as if this wasn't something she's seeing for the first time? A wave of cold anticipation overtook the tall woman as she pondered.
"If you don’t mind… I mean no offense but I'd prefer to lick my own wounds." Dolores, while removing the blood from her fit with her mental power, remained silent before answering. "Hmm." While she didn't care for the independent, they were infinitely more difficult to woo to her side or influence in any way, Roami was proof enough of that. With unsurity in her voice, she asked Penny a simple question, "Where do you live, and with whom, exactly?" A very simple question that would shape her next move. While Dolores was a very daring person, she was also very patient, and seldom rushed things such as this.
One wrong move could spell the end for her. Such is the life of powerful glass... Her golden eye began to glow and hiss as a tremendous wave a pain washed over her. Cursing to herself, she adjusted her hair so her eye was covered partially by it. It would have to do for now while she waited for the answer she was looking for.
Dolores pondered on Penny’s words… everyone had a secret will for another’s death, and while that was true in the dark seer’s world, it clearly wasn’t true for the far younger seer hovering over her. Giving a barely audible grunt in response, she watched in awe as Penny turned the gun on herself, and fired away… time for the contingency plans.
“This is the most intriguing,” she said, reaching out with a psychic hand to guide the grounded firearm back into her possession. The handle smoothly rested into her palm, smoke still seeping out of the barrel. Standing up quickly and dusting herself off, even now her smile refused to fade, her odd eyes glowing impatiently in the moonlight. This was something she didn’t quite expect. Who would have known that the girl would injure herself over the choices of no one and the Esmeree? “Truly intriguing, indeed… you continue not to disappoint with your wits and gifts!” Dolores said with glee. First, she claims to have seen Dolores before, no doubt with her prowess, and now, she demonstrates the ability to take rather drastic and seemingly unnecessary measures… this only cemented the desire Dolores had for the girl.
She knew Penny had a plan of some sort, why else would she injure herself after wielding a deadly weapon so precisely, so carefully? The young girl’s demeanor didn’t fool Dolores, not for a moment. “Of course it is a real gun, dear. Did you think even for a moment I was one to bluff, or perhaps, you thought I was less dangerous than I appeared to be?” Dolores then began to raise her hand up, as if she was grabbing for something, and used her telekinesis to call the fired bullet back to her hands. If it was buried in the shoulder of Penny, she’d simply attempt to rip it out, looking down at the injured teen as she did so.
“Babies can kill their mothers during birth, and that is without a knife. I see no harm in giving you something similar… now, do tell…” she began, playing with the small marked projectile between her thin fingers, “If you had suspicions of the gun being fake, why not fire it at the ground or near the shore first, before turning it on yourself? I know you are smarter than that, after all, you wield that firearm as if it was an additional extension of that petite body of yours.” As she finished her words, she crushed the bloodied bullet in her hand using a mixture of psych and physical strength, but not before licking the blood off the shell.
Gun still in hand, she then outstretched both arms, offering to embrace Penny, a cruel, yet somehow loving expression written all over her face. “It matters not, little Penny. Come here to Madame Dolores, and I’ll fix you riiight up…” Unknown to most, Dolores didn’t appreciate those with talents that mimicked her own, ergo other Seers, but not because she was afraid of them, no. It was due to the absolute threat they posed if they were against her. Amongst these threats, was the ability to dominate all things in a seer’s area of psychic effect, she called it, and as far as Dolores knew, none had a greater effect than herself.
“Well? We would not want you passing out, now do we? Time is wasting, and it is such a fickle thing.” It was true Dolores could easily close up the wound from where she stood, but it was important that she offered a hug of some sort: another ploy to win Penny over. "Please, come. Your well being means a lot to me, as I have said before."
The vile seer watched with careful, wanting eyes as the young girl picked up the firearm. As if her demeanor could get anymore sinister, Dolores smiled. She may have to use plan B after all… not that it was much of a plan, to begin with. The chances of that bullet even touching a hair on her skin was slim to absolutely zero, so long as she sat there, still as gargoyle skin. Keeping her smile, she responded to Penny’s remark. “Oh that would just be simply foolish indeed, but warranted in this case,” Clear, precise, strict, and meaningful were all words one could use to describe the tone of her voice, but only a trained ear could see the absolute dismay in every syllable.
Holding back the urge to lick her lips as Penny twirled the firearm in her hand, she admired her technique. It certainly wasn’t the first time she was holding a weapon, and that presumption made her all the more desirable in the leading Esmeree’s eyes. As the barrel of the gun rested on her, the seer waited, never altering her warm smile. She averted her eyes, instead now looking just behind her to the tree line; it was always easier killing someone when they weren’t staring you down as you did it.
“Oh my, oh no,” Dolores replied, laughing lightly, “My future sight does not work in that way. I have absolutely no idea what you will do next until the very moment you do it. That alone should say wonders about the words I speak, nada más que la verdad. Nothing but truth.” Very few knew just how powerful her precognition actually was, and the ones that did know knew all too well the level of control she has over it. Dolores was determined to have Penny, however, that was something she’d dangle over the girl’s head, a demonstration of power one could say, that could never be reached.
“I gave you permission to do what you would like, Penny. I still wish to shelter and take you under my metaphorical dark wing, and if you insist on continuing to doubt that truth, pull the trigger, dear. Allow me to show you exactly the things I can show you…” With her psychic prowess, she tapped on Penny’s trigger finger, attempting to coerce her into making the motion that would confirm her decision. “Of course, if you wish me dead, I, Dolores, will die. I will do nothing to stop that. Now then, do hurry. I imagine that petite form of yours must be dying to get back inside."
With those words, Dolores Esmeree had no further plans on saying anything else to Penny, instead, waiting for the moment she either wimped out and dropped the gun, or embraced her beliefs and doubts, and attempted assassination. Either outcome, Dolores was ready. She wasn’t lying when she said she would die if the girl wished it. What Penny didn’t know was that behind them there was a settlement full of people, more specifically, there was a woman named Dolores there. She’d simply redirect the projectile right into her skull, and Dolores would be dead. Either way… Dolores would succeed with the first part of her manipulative persuasion.
A lack of any hint of fear in the girl's face sent a chill down her spine. This girl was either masking her true power, and indeed was as strong if not stronger than herself, or she truly didn't care about Dolores's false threat. Either way, her desire to have her only grew. She could only imagine the possibilities that would open up with another seer by her side... and this one seemed to be zero danger to her authoritative position. Dolores wished she could peer into her mind to see what unique and strange thoughts her mind had to offer... but she neither had the ability nor the power to do so over another of her kind. What a cruel tease from the goddess, she believed.
She stood, hand still cradling head, waiting for her answer. Would she say yes? Would she say no, and try to run? She quickly glanced behind the girl, noticing just how thick the woods were. If she remained stationary again, she'd easily be able to block her path, and the branches she was previously sitting on was thick enough to act as spears... how would the little seer girl's face contort to the pain when the wood cut through flesh and wrapped around internal bone, would she remain diligent in her act? However, this close, she was very open, but she knew this. Manipulation was a fickle thing, and allowing yourself to be open to the most obvious of offenses was something that isn't glazed over. Whatever the outcome, her mind still raced with every possible painful and drawn out way to rename the Crystal Lake the Blood Lake.
She was just crawling with anticipation... but her goal didn't change. If possible, Dolores would avoid an all out fight and suppress her desires to do everything she could to reel her in. After all, she had a lot to offer, and the chance to have another of your kin as a guide and guardian didn't come often. The silence was metaphorically killing her: her headache grew as she drew upon more and more of her prowess for literally no reason other than to ease her tensed up body, her gold eye beginning to glow as bright as the moon in the sky. As last silence was broken...
...change what's in her blood, for Dolores? No one to anyone that mattered, and not gifted like herself? She almost wanted to laugh in victory, the girl, Penny, might as well laid out a red carpet for the Madam to tread on. Was it going to be this easy? Penny took a quick step back, and Dolores returned her hand to her hip in a rather confident stride. To her, Penny only needed to know that none of that was true when with the likes of a seer such as herself. Once she re-affirmed that, the night would have turned out wonderful.
"Oh my dear, it is worse than I thought," Dolores began, her facial expression changing from one of sadistic happiness to a gaze of sorrow. It was her namesake, after all, and thus she could portray the emotion scarily well. "Penny, it is clear you are confused in far more ways than one. The moment I saw you, I simply knew the opposite was true: you are a young girl of extraordinary gifts. Do tell how else you knew to come here and ease your mind?" Dolores, going off the information she was given, attempted to play on the fact that Penny saw her before, but was careful as to not overdo it, and so she moved on. "To I, Dolores Esmeree, you are growing to be very important to me. Nothing less, and everything more. I may seem... rather dangerous, however it comes from a place of love."
Her words held truth somewhere in them, but her twisted mind was blind to it, as it always is. Regaining her smile, she began to set up for her final act of swaying Penny to her side for now. Slowly reaching to grab her custom pistol as to not entirely alarm Penny, she twirled it in her hand before using her other to reach into her bra, pulling out one bullet. She paused for a moment, thinking what she was about to do over... this was very risky, and if it failed... She brushed the thought to the side immediately. She didn't have time to think about it, but she did have a backup plan. Loading the pistol, she used her psychic power to influence the firearm, it levitating and slowly traveling towards Penny handle-first. It would drop right in front of her as Dolores adjusted her dress to sit down on the ground, hands in her lap, looking up at Penny.
"Now then, I assure you I am very much so someone that matters to dark people in ways that you cannot yet see... at least not with your psychical eyes..." She spoke in her usual elegant tone, seemingly callous to the fact that she just armed a stranger with something that could very much so end her. "I offer you a place with myself, to grow and be safe and do anything your heart desires for as long as you need." Again her words were a mix of truth and lie, but she continued on, "To prove my sincerity, you may do anything you would like with my gun," the seer concluded.
"Ah, if you do intend to kill me and so happen to meet another stranger here, give the weapon to him and he will dispose of it for you, dear."
The dark seer began to laugh, first softly, then rather audibly, giving no care to who may be listening. The young girl in front of her seemed to be very sure they did indeed meet in the past. "Oh my, you assume nothing do you?" Dolores said, her vile smirk creeping back onto her face. "Then please do tell me where exactly it happened. In that little mind of yours, perhaps?" It was a simple question to the crime lady, one that could be answered easily.
She only watched as her subject of interest seemed to be in some sort of discomfort, and waited patiently for her to speak again. As she waited, Dolores remembered all the times she would spend practicing her own psychic abilities, each time becoming stronger than the last. She wondered if the girl facing her could learn at the same pace... she of course just had to coerce her under her wing first under the perfect guise...
At last she resumed speaking... but this time Dolores could feel and hear the uneasiness in her voice, the concern and lack of bravery in her tone... the weakness that oozed from every word she spoke. The way she carried herself? Nothing but elegant perfection. The way she spoke. Only in excellent mannerism. To her, she was simply great. A powerful individual that didn't accept failure. Dolores purred, walking closer to the girl.
"Me? Mistaken?" she inquired. Simply not possible. Upon hearing the last of her words, she noticed how strongly she believed them, how powerful her tone was... she was steadfast, but not overly loud, and a curious washed over her body. She wasn't like her, nor was she a seer? Surely she was either misinformed, or she really wasn't a seer. "As you wish dear," said Dolores, brushing her hair away from her face to reveal her red and gold eyes, the golden iris glowing brightly on the moon lit shore. She rolled her shoulders back as she felt her strength return to her. "Now is that not an absolute shame... if you are not a Seer, then you have reached the end of your little night adventure." If she was able, she'd continue moving closer towards her until she was mere inches away.
Kneeling down a little so she was at least at the girl's height, Dolores attempted to grab her chin, lifting it up. She stared directly into her eyes as she continued speaking with absolute sincerity. "I, my dear, am going to kill you now, okay?" She made sure to emphasize the word 'okay', almost singing it to her in a motherly voice. Of course this was only another manipulation tactic, but her acting made it seam too surreal. "But... I believe you to be misguided, and want to help you. Now then, unnamed child, allow me to redirect that confusion and turn it into truth. All you need to do is say yes."
Oh querido diario, ¿alguna vez has estado en una situación en la que la única salida eran las discusiones diplomáticas? Yo también, sí, estaba visitando un establecimiento menos conocido en Lorsette. Por supuesto que no discutí mucho ... en cambio, el piso solo discutió cómo sabía la sangre de los hombres del traje. ¡Déjame explicarte lo que hice!
En primer lugar, planté su propia espada en sus entrañas. Sus gritos eran tan acogedores, tan abrazadores, tan cálidos ... la sangre que salió volando me salpicó la cara, pero no me importó. A continuación, agarré sus suaves entrañas y las obligué a tragarlas por la garganta del segundo hombre. Se atragantó con tal júbilo que solo puede describirse como ... un bebé llorando, ahogándose con la leche materna. Me aseguré de que continuaran respirando con mi destreza mental, dejándolos sufrir allí en cualquier cosa menos en silencio ...
Y esperé ... esperé hasta que sus gritos se calmaron antes de proceder a quitarles las extremidades, lentamente ... todavía respiraban. Pasando a sus oídos, hice lo mismo ... y luego pasé a sus narices, dedos de los pies, ojos y lengua ...
I posted them outside their establishment as a warning to any who dared cross me. And guess what, my dear diary? None ever did.
Recientemente he adquirido para mí y para el mercado oscuro un nuevo enviado ... un diablo que se llama Roami. Ella busca venganza por la muerte de su familia sobre sus descendientes ... qué causa más lamentable, pero comprensible hasta cierto punto. Así que la di mis servicios. Le doy el nombre de un descendiente suyo y ella los persigue. A cambio, ella servirá como mi guardia y espada de fuego.
Oh, sí, tiena la capacidad de manipular la fuego ... debería ser un gran contraataque para mi hija que aún respira. Cuando nos volvamos a encontrar, tengo la intención de traer a Roami conmigo como elemento sorpresa y terminar con ella allí. Convencerla de que mi hija es su descendiente debería ser un juego de niños. ¡Una tarea sencilla, si no demasiado fácil! Por supuesto que se dará cuenta de que estaba mintiendo y, lamentablemente, también tendré que matar a mi querido diablo allí. ¿Qué tan peligroso es el fuego si uno no puede alcanzar su objetivo?
La debilidad de Roami es simple ... pero esa chica es rápida, y posiblemente tan mayor como yo. Debo tener cuidado y, por ahora, seguir recopilando información sobre ella hasta que pueda reproducir sus poderes de alguna manera.
Oh yes, she is already wrapped around my finger, and dangling in front of the barrel of my gun.
Tengo el más asombroso de los dolores de cabeza, sin embargo, ¡Valió la pena! En mi primera entrada, detallaré una forma en que alguien puede acceder a mi plaza subterránea desde la casa de arriba. Primero entra y gira a la derecha, al lado de la mesa habrá un libro. Tira del libro y el suelo cederá inmediatamente. Le sugiero que tenga una forma de detener su caída ... Odiaría que mis súbditos limpiaran la sangre. Ah, supongo que debería incluir algo de inglés para despistar a los menos inteligentes. O quizás no debería. No haré eso.
Después de frenar tu caída, estarás en la primera cámara de la sede subterránea. Continúa hacia abajo, presenta tus lealtades y podrás acceder a la mayor parte de la plaza que puedas. For my wonderful nobles, you need not follow this in the case you get your little hands on this book. If you are reading this, it means you have yet to complete your language studies. I will guide you every step of the way, worry not...
The young girl’s words seemed respectful enough as she spoke, seemingly careful, yet not wavering. It was good this emerging seer already knew her place, making Dolores’ smile grow into a cocky smirk. “Yes, you could ask me the same,” Dolores pointed out, “And you may. I am waiting for something rather important, however I think I stumbled upon something even more valuable...” she proclaimed, softly, still sitting motionless on top of the branches. At this point, even if her informant came rushing up from behind her, her interest was elsewhere, and there was a high chance said informant wouldn’t make it out of the lake shore alive.
Dolores purred softly, her eyes narrowing. They’ve met before, have they? Now, she had an unmatched memory, as all of her race did, but she didn’t recognize the person standing before her at all apart from the brief vision she received earlier. “How very bold of you to assume you have seen the likes of me before,” she began, intrigued. If it was true she met her before, it must have been in a way that wasn’t physical. She went through all the possible ways that could hold true quickly in her head… a magical spell of some sort? A vision or astral experience? A dream, perhaps? “Considering our rather interesting race, there is a plethora of ways we could have met, or rather, you meet me.” The thought that this young one’s ability to peer into the future was stronger than hers slightly annoyed Dolores, but nevertheless, she did her best to ignore the thought.
Using the branches she was sitting on to hoist herself up without much noise, she stood, brushing off her dress with a single hand. Her wicked smile never disappeared as she began to walk towards the seer girl. “My oh my, where are my manners. My name is Madame Dolores Esmeree.” She said her name with hints of great confidence, reveling in the fact that eventually, that name will be burned into people’s minds, and if not her name, the sight of her face.
She continued walking, the sound of light metal pressing on elegant and old fabric filling the emptiness of the air, until she was a few feet away from where the girl stood, a hand on her hip… a trait that seemed to be genetic in her family. “What, do tell, does the world call you, my little seer? And why has that pesky mind of yours led you here?”
Forbidden entirely… Wraiths, Reapers, Ghosts, TRS Members, Salem Esmeree --
General Information
Formally run and lead by a Fallen Angel situated underground somewhere in Lorsette before it was taken over by the Assembly, the Angel Market was a small group of magic driven individuals who took lives in exchange for favors or shady deals. Such deals ranged from targeting and taking out people holding political power to former lovers who wish to curse their partner. Eventually, Dolores Esmeree, a seer who happened to be in the area, dispatched the leading Fallen Angel and took over the group, repurposing it entirely. Dolores slowly transformed the small group into a darker version of what it once was, now focusing solely on making deals with those who sought information on outlawed, forbidden, illegal, or immoral things, such as curses and how to get away with murder. However, she wasn’t entirely in command, as there were a few who didn’t like the new Angel Market, so Dolores broke apart from those who weren’t loyal to her, renaming the new group the Dark Market. It was this group that relocated to a discreet place in the Wilderness of Lorsette.
In 1887, the Dark Market became an organization of considerable size. Enough so, that Dolores began construction of their permanent headquarters underneath the base of a tree. On the outside, it looked like a simple house, but on the inside underneath the floor, the area stretched far underground, holding dining chambers, dorms, training rooms, a library, lounging areas, and tunnels leading outside various other places. Now, the Organization could not only offer information to others for a price, but actively shelters those that felt out of place anywhere else, as well as those Dolores herself takes in, for their own agenda.
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With this larger space, more bodies are needed to occupy and manage it and the dark market’s dealings.
The Dark Market Organization is divided into two internal groups: the lower and higher ranked persons. Those that decide to join the Dark Market Organization may do so as a normal member of lower standing, can be of any race or place of origin, be wanted or have a clean record, and can join as one of the following:
Occupants
Occupants are normal members that are mostly given tasks that involve giving information to others (informant), seeking out information, and managing/patrolling the Dark Market’s base, from cooking to cleaning or teaching. Occupants aren’t usually given dangerous tasks and are allowed to do as they please when idle.
Occupants are not, however, allowed past the first underground layer of the base, only being able to access the library, dorm/dining/lounging rooms, and parts of the training room. Rarely do dark market occupants ever meet Dolores in person, as they’re not too trusted in the organization and could potentially be spies under a guise.
Any occupant can leave at any time free of consequence, but will not be allowed back in.
Envoys
Swearing an oath of loyalty, Dark Market envoys are members that are used for combat and defensive purposes, serving as simple assassins for hire to those that ask the organization for one. Otherwise, envoys usually stay close to the base posing as guards to nobles firstly, then other members. Envoys are given the most dangerous tasks and are allowed to act independently from the dark market, collecting their own pay from freelancer work while still being able to reside at the base.
Envoys are allowed in the first, second, and third levels of the base, gaining access to the armory (stocked with mostly unregistered firearms of all types, but include blades smoke bombs as well), the meeting rooms, holding cells, and travel tunnels. Envoys are more trusted than occupants, the most trusted being able to regularly interact with Dolores and other higher-ranked individuals.
It’s advised that Envoys be adept at combat in some way, and can dress as they please.
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Those that join the Dark Market Organization as a member of higher standing are usually hand-picked or invited by Dolores, however, can join so long as they’re not of the Reaper or Wraith race:
Nobles
Some say there’s a group of people that are being prepped for something macabre…
Those that Dolores or someone else of similar rank takes in, nobles are seen as the “children” of the organization and are not given any dark market tasks, instead given higher education via the library and tutors present. After being a noble for at least a few weeks, they’re formally invited to join the Esmeree family directly. If refused, they’re still regarded as good friends of the family. Nobles are allowed to venture anywhere they please inside and outside the base, provided they’re accompanied by an envoy until they leave dark market territory.
Nobles are mostly made up of living or heavenly species and cannot be any undead species with the exception of Golems, as Dolores doesn’t consider them a threat. Lastly, nobles are able to telepathically know when she or another president is near their location, as they’re given the ability to understand spanish, a language spoken by Dolores to her higher-ups.
Upon a noble leaving the dark market permanently or betraying a president, they are considered traitors and will be attacked on sight, regardless of their age. On rare occasions, envoys are sent to hunt them down.
President / Vice Presidents
The leaders of the organization, they call the shots, decide who gets to go where, and decide who receives the help of the group and who does not. There can be only one president, but up to three vice presidents.
Currently, there’s one president, Madame Dolores, or simply “Madame”, and is above any other single madam or lord. Her orders and decisions, however, can be vetoed or challenged by a unanimous decision from everyone else. This is to keep Dolores’ sadistic and insane nature in check, else the organization will fall to ruin.
The vices are able to do everything Dolores can do inside the base and organization except give out bounties and information regarding Dolores herself or curses; those things must be passed through Dolores first. Upon joining as a vice president, they will be briefed on the president's skillset and the current undergoing's of the organization.
Vice Presidents are psychics (preferably)or element manipulators of any strength level and are older than 18 years old.
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Currently, the Dark Market Organization has the following members:
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