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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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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Never was Persephone particularly skilled in displaying her emotions openly, furthermore, a natural preference to remain alert plagued the assassin. Releasing one's guard was a frightful notion to somebody adjusted to combat to extreme degrees. Anybody could prove to be an opponent searching for a fight, the sheer thought maintaining a shielded gaze and phlegmatic expression. The warm surface of the rock kept the water nymph comfortable as she sat cross-legged, watching Aristole. He spoke words of peace and placed those concepts into effect, however, the assassin was hesitant to lend him trust.
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Her hands folded into her lap, back displaying a disciplined straight posture as her stone-coloured eyes remained locked on the mysterious man. As though intoned with the situation, her ears listened to the world around her, searching for the possibility of questionable footsteps. She noticed the man's smile, imbuing his facial features with happiness and benevolence as he spoke of his species and reason for living in the words. A plant nymph living inside Calico Forest was probable given the effects pollution held on their species.
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The forest was a safer location for their kind, furthermore, it arrived with the wondrous beauty of nature. The short-haired woman could hardly blame the light-haired man for picking the gorgeous location. She nodded in acknowledgement to his words about living in the forest and allowed him to continue. She rarely added to conversations, impart due to her lack of sociability with others. The man proceeded to speak about how delightful it was to meet another individual of his species, although, he picked up on her attitude.
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"I am usually like this," she explained to clear any concerns.
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The explanation was followed by Persephone's arm being crossed, however, there were no twists of anger upon her face. She was not upset about his assumption, rather, she wished to shift a little.
The man Persephone encountered was peculiar in her opinion. Somebody living amidst the trees, a genuine connector with nature and its arts. There were plenty who procured the use of plant manipulation, many having a connection to those ties like faekin or nymphs. Despite this man potentially being among her species, the short-haired woman's countenance remained stern. Anybody could have ill-wishes towards her, therefore, the assassin was never one to be particularly expressive. The less her enemy knew about her mental state, the more favourable of circumstances.
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Praise escaped the man's lips as he commended her for practicing her skills in water manipulating skills. Despite her admittance, Persephone planned on keeping her skill level a secret from the stranger. Should he inquire about specifically what she was practicing, she would feign the artistic craft of dancing alongside her manipulated currents. Among nymphs, water dancing was something accomplished for beauty and to assist humans in admiring their water-filled land. They originally arrived to advocate for nature after all.
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Motionlessly, she watched him with her stone-coloured eyes. Noticing him approach the water's edge and discover a location to sit. He inquired about her name, something she hoped would be overlooked.
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"Persephone," she said, providing a one-word answer.
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Only moments later did the Aristole ask whether or not she was a nymph... presumably, this man matched her species, albeit, one connected with plants opposed to water.
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"Yes, am I right to assume you are as well," Persephone answered in her regular neutral tone.
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After providing her answer, she kneeled and entered a sitting position. Her legs were folded into a cross-legged position, eyes locked on the acquaintance she discovered in the woods. Letting her guard down was never easy, therefore, her body remained tense.
Assassins were trained in stealth, however, there were always enemies lurking to snuff out problematic individuals or competition to their underground business. The list of reasons to maintain an alert state of mind was endless. People despised her and desired her head atop a silver platter, therefore, she was determined to avoid death's chilling grip. Water flowed in a floating current around Persephone, her stone-coloured eyes slightly narrowed as focus consumed her. She would not be falling here!
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The creaks of moving nature ceased after she shouted her words. The short-haired woman's eyes narrowed further, a moment being spared to survey her surroundings. No revealed foes or trees reaching to bat her off her rocky perch. The grass was stationary except for the rustling of wind and algae remained in its watery bed. As she skimmed her surroundings, her observant eyes caught the subtle quiver of a bush. The female nymph's water was shifted to the forefront in preparation to shield herself or create an offence.
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The leaves rustled, Persephone's eyes narrowing as she prepared for a physical assault. Suddenly, buds poked from the depth of the leaf-covered bush. A brow lifted in response to the peculiar happenings, however, the emotion-lacking assassin kept her guard up. From a tree beside the colourful blooms appeared a man, his hands shortly reaching for the skies. Intelligent one, he realized he created a tense situation with his plant-based antics. Another quick observation of her surroundings was accomplished as she awaited an explanation.
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A soft voice escaped the stranger's lips as he explained his method of greeting via a tree. It seemed probable the purple-haired man was a hippie. Gradually, the assumed plant enthusiast lowered his hands as peace was requested. With an inaudible sigh Persephone allowed the water to retreat to the stream, however, her muscles remained tense. Trust issues were natural when one killed people for a living. The short-haired woman's eyes locked onto the stranger as he spoke, her countenance unreadable. Based on the man's body language, it seemed unlikely he was searching to start a brawl.
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The man willingly provided his name, Aristole, however, the favour would not be returned unless requested. Releasing her name would result in no consequences, but Persephone was somebody who preferred limiting the information she provided. Besides, with the demonic mongrel roaming around, she craved the ability to surprise him and mercilessly murder him. At the end of the man's words, he inquired about her reasons for venturing out here.
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"I'm practicing my water manipulation," Persephone answered in a neutral tone.
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Shortening the answer to the obscure notion of practicing her favoured ability was a simple way to avoid follow-up questions. If she stated training, somebody would easily inquire about the task she was training for. However, practicing could suggest a simple intrigue in her abilities. Throughout the exchange of words, Persephone's eyes remained locked on the stranger she discovered in case he attempted to accomplish any questionable actions. So far, Aristole displayed the characteristics of somebody walking through the woods around his property.
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There was nothing illegal about the action, thus, Persephone could not reasonably question his actions. Nonetheless, her instincts screamed at her to remain cautious until the mysterious plant manipulator earned her trust.
Arms reached for the skies as Persephone stretched her body in preparation for the upcoming stunts she would be performing. As an assassin, she needed to sharpen all her possible skills to avoid the bittersweet sensation of death. A long-awaited reuniting with her father at the sorrowful expense of losing her opportunity for vengeance against the demon who murdered him... THAT DEMONIC BASTARD WOULD SUFFER FOR WHAT HE DID! The nymph's eyes narrowed with determination as she finished the remainder of her stretches.
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The short-haired woman stepped forward, feet embracing the rock's warmth and now dampened state as she inched closer to the edge. A deep breath was sucked into the depths of her lungs, her eyes squeezing shut as she prepared for a focus dependent section of her routine. Creak, groan, creak. The noises sounded suddenly, prompting the razor-sharp instincts of the trained assassin to activate. From the river arrived a freshly created tendril of water, stony eyes hastily opening as she smoothly turned on her heel towards the noise.
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There her eyes noticed it, the roots of the surrounding trees on the adjacent bank infiltrating the water. Plants did not accomplish these tasks single-handedly, therefore, somebody was nearby. As a criminal, Persephone prepared herself for the worse possibility; somebody more than willing to attack her. She took a step back from the rock's edge.
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"You're not scaring me! Now show yourself!" She shouted, her voice stern and neutral.
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There was a lack of fear as Persephone spoke her words. As somebody adjusted to being involved in combat situations, she did not scare easily. The water tendril was manipulated to surround her out of defensive preparation. If somebody was in the vicinity, she was clueless as to their location. She needed to defend herself until she ascertained that information, and from there, she would move forward. The assassin's stone-coloured eyes combed the area for somebody hiding, however, from her position it was difficult to see the mysterious manipulator.
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Throughout her area analysis, Persephone simultaneously searched for an escape plan in case there were multiple individuals. Besides, she, fortunately, brought no valuable items when she marched from Lorsette and headed into the Calico Forest; meaning, if needed she could turn tail and flee. She was hopeful the circumstances would not force that conclusion, but Persephone cared more about surviving the potential altercation.
They say everybody holds a purpose, and Persephone considered her's tracking down the malicious demon who took everything from her. She needed to strike him down for the souls of the past required their vengeance, else she considered herself a failure as an assassin. Every evening he spent living beneath the same moon infuriated her to no end, only motivating the boiling water inside her soul. The phlegmatic nymph considered it her duty after the demon washed his hands in her father's blood then later removed any resemblance of the woman she once loved.
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Clouds consumed the once gorgeous night sky, stars being hidden beneath a layer of dark grey. The nymph stiffened slightly, recognizing the traits of Kayla's weather manipulating abilities. The situation would be turning sour shortly based on the changes in the environment. Alert, Persephone stood where she was, grey eyes meeting Kayla's face as she began to spoke. Bright flashes lit the rooftop accompanied by the loud rumble of thunder. The nymph's hands clenched into a fist at Kayla's unproven statements.
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The woman was imprisoned, she would never know if she searched for her or not. Anger edged the nephilim's voice at her blind accusations, that were false. The assassin had attempted to find Kayla, however, it was a difficult task. The demon was elusive and nearly impossible to find... Lightning strikes around them as the situation turned tense. Subtle anger entered Persephone's veins as her eyes fixated on Kayla.
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"You're right! Because I went looking for the sweet healer I loved, not the monstrous murderer you became!" the nymph shouted. "But I sadly, I am too late."
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The assassin turned away, heart aching, but wordless as she turned on her heel. Despite the lightning strikes, the water nymph quietly walked. If Kayla wanted to walk the tight-rope path of a criminal, Persephone would not be stopping her. She came here to reason with a murderer, a foolish choice. She had held hopes a small portion of the former Kayla remained inside the monster, somebody who she could at least persuade to love. Even if her emotions were cast away because of the personality of the "new" Kayla, she wanted the woman she lived with beside her.
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They were daughters to a similar father, one of blood the other adopted out of mercy. If not love, could they maintain those platonic interactions they once did? Alas, the crazed condition of her former crush made it painfully obvious it was unlikely. Thus, Persephone believed there was a single duty she held for the sake of her shattered family... twistedly murder the demonic bastard who broke them apart... She was the last one standing, among the few not outright murdered or morbidly altered to his image and design.
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But was she really the single force remaining when her fixation was on revenge? Unbeknownst to her vengeance-hungry mind, she changed radically and perhaps to what the enemy wanted with her intense craving for his death.
Spring, the season where life flourished as animals scurried through the underbrush and birds sung in the trees above. Calico Forest was alive with those musical chirps, Persephone finding comfort in the clean air and natural scents. A subtle wind rustled through the leaves above, light dancing through the shadows as the young nymph proceeded to walk down the dirt path. Everything felt alive, the gentle humming of forest life easily embracing the girl with calmness. The soothing atmosphere was welcomed after the seemingly endless amount of forced adjustments occurring in her life recently. Radical changes happened over the course of months, making Persephone uncertain on how exactly to process these recent affairs. The contrast between her previous crush and the monster she transformed into was nerve-wracking. No longer was there an innocent face to serve as a reminder about the world; how despite all the tragedies, there would always be light and innocence lurking somewhere. [break][break] A soft sigh escaped Persephone’s lips as her stone coloured eyes searched the canopy above. Birds frolicked freely, skipping and fluttering between the branches without care. Safety was granted amidst their treetop homes, limiting the amount of alertness in their actions. The slightest frown touched the blue-haired woman’s lips as she paused briefly, envying their offhanded attitudes. Relaxation eluded her nowadays, her thoughts about the circumstances surrounding her life... alongside... that bastard who continued pulling his puppet strings from a darkened corner. Despite the recent discovery, the malicious demon managed to remain hidden inside the vast buildings of Lorsette. Carefully, the young nymph proceeded forward, iron resolve consuming her mind as she kept her destination in mind. Since she was currently unable to seek him out, Persephone decided her time should be devoted to strengthening her abilities. [break][break] Undoubtedly, the demon who defeated her father was a powerful man, and the assassin needed to be prepared when the time arrived to launch her vengeance on the despicable man; all he did was take. There was a contrast between the nymph and the serenity of nature. Beneath her calm, albeit, sad exterior was intense anger towards the species which only destroyed everything she adored and depended on. Her iced over the heart was constantly shielded, Persephone's fist clenching as she diverged off the main path, heading into the thick trees. Senses were on high alert as the young woman proceeded down her path, prepared to handle anybody who could potentially cause her trouble. Smoothly, she navigated through the brush, the sounds of running water filling her years as she moved closer to her planned destination. Trees gradually cleared until they revealing a break in the forest, a river of water passing through. [break][break] She moved closer, inching towards the rocky river bed. For a few moments, she watched the water before backing away and kicking off her black shoes and rolling off the thin jacket she wore. Beneath revealed a navy-coloured tank top, a pair of black shorts reaching to her mid-thigh maintaining decency. The shoes were placed underneath a tree, the jacket carefully placed on one of the hanging branches above. There was a subtle waver to the branch, however, Persephone ignored it, turning back towards the running water. In her bare feet, she crossed through the grass, the blades tickling her calloused feet. She navigated the rocky riverbed cautiously, a breath being sucked into the depths of her lungs. The air was held before being slowly exhaled, the nymph's hands moving up as she began to fixate on the water. [break][break] Sharply, she moved her right hand, a tendril of water leaving the safety of the stream. It was drawn closer, Persephone focusing as she began quickly moving the water, forming more tendrils as time proceeded. They twisted around one another in spirals, heading towards the sky before rocketing down back to the riverbed. The movements of the nymph's body guided them, the assassin evidently enthralled by her craft. Hastily, the water moved towards the ground, bending at a 90-degree angle at the last second, Persephone bringing her tendrils closer after the meagre beginner lesson. There was plenty to do in her intense training regiment.
[attr="class","curragebot"]Old thread from Spring 2019 I want to use. I really want to tackle Persephone's mental state since this is after some good plot points. >.>
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