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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Training left a tenseness to Persephone's mind, her fixation being completely on the upcoming battle she prepared for. Lacking the proper skills to carry out her missions would result in a premature death, thus the nymph merely returned to her regiment. Coldly, she ignored the woman and her horse after stating her words, expecting them to proceed on their merry way. Few people attempted conversation, one being a mysterious shifter who, similarly, disturbed her during a training session. Fluidly, her hands moved, dexterously guiding the water and preparing to perform her training exercise, however, the woman never moved. Inquiries about her magic were made, resulting in Persephone pausing and releasing an inaudible, annoyed sigh.
The conversation appeared to be the stranger’s desire, thus the assassin supposed she would indulge the young brunette. Briskly, the nymph turned to face the mysterious woman, a subtle narrowing to her eyes. While she was not offended by the comments being made, Persephone remained annoyed by the abrupt interruption. The water remained floating around the nymph, kept up from years of practice in dividing attention. The skill was complimented, the woman evidently having time to admire water manipulation. While the woman proceeded to speak, Persephone perched on the rock, crossing her legs and watching. Simultaneously, the water was returned to its home amidst the river bed. The question on how raised a brow for the nymph, the notion being unexpected.
"I'm a nymph," she explained. "Water to be specific."
The woman explained simply with no emotion touching her words. Once again, Persephone manipulated the water from the stream, displaying some of her capability. There was a pause, the nymph's mind churning a possibility as she engaged in conversation, however, she contemplated an offer which could provide both people their desires.
[ Sorry about that. >.> I know Percy isn't a people person, so she can make hard to have long threads. ]
Enthralled entirely by her steady work with the water, Persephone proceeded to manipulate the tendril, the training exercise proceeding marvelously. Combat against the demon would prove difficult despite her advantage being water manipulation, and to an extension, holy water manipulation. These strict training regiments were required for success to follow behind her, thus she proceeded in her training. The tendrils rocketed towards her, surrounding her in several, thick bands of water; separation was a goal. They twirled around, hand movements nonexistent as Persephone focused, allowing tendrils to increase their speed. When the time finally arrived, the young water nymph would be expected to maintain separation between her holy water and regular water while manipulating at intense speeds. Diluted holy water would be unable to win her the battle, especially since this wretched man defeated her father.
Faster, the tendrils spun upward into the sky, mere inches away from their partners as they moved in sync. Commands were relayed through mental practice, everything occurring because Persephone willed it. Every skill required meticulous sharpening, including hand-to-hand, however, that would arrive later. Higher, faster, stronger. Words from a stranger prompted an instinctive reaction from the assassin, water returning to her side, manifesting a barrier. The lesson was abandoned in favour of creating the defence, the tendrils flowing together as a single force, Stone eyes narrowed as she turned towards the unexpected interruption, expression guarded and cold. Finally, her eyes analyzed the other person, an annoyed sigh escaping her lips when she found a woman and her horse. The water dribbled away, returning to the river bed it originally came from. A frown resulted in Persephone's lips drooping, the assassin mentally scolding herself for allowing this mysterious woman to sneak up on her.
"I do not recommend startling someone when they are using magic," Persephone responded coldly.
While the woman remarked about her craft being impressive, the interruption was unwelcomed by the nymph. Training for combat was serious, especially when one planned to battle against a powerful demon. Victory could only be promised through extensive and rigorous session, otherwise, death could easily knock on her doorstep. After cold-shouldering the stranger, Persephone crossed her arms, eyes remaining narrowed for a few moments at the pair before she turned back towards the currents. Ears were pricked, carefully listening for a possible approach should the female stranger and her horse approach in an attempt to create social contact. Slowly, water moved from the rushing river, flowing upwards and gathering into similar tendrils she created prior to her interruption. Obediently, the water listened to Persephone's demands, swaying and swirling as she prepared herself for the following pieces of her regiment.
Waves lapping on the shoreline, the chilling air of a night's embrace wrapping around her and only thoughts to occupy her mind. Perhaps her choices were horrible, but Persephone remained unmoving from the flattened rock she discovered. Her knees were positioned close to her chest, the nymph's arms wrapping tightly around them; it was her only comfort. Wind embraced her, resulting in the woman shivering in response to her current body temperature, however, she remained unmoving. The sounds of the waves were her only comfort as she tried to resist the urge to begin sobbing. The implications her former crush made dug deep into the nymph's heart, the young woman feeling wounded by the callous manner she acted. Corrupting people were not apart of their goal, her father made the notion clear to Persephone when they began their travels across the world.
The legacy of the Rose Family would live on through them, but not be rebuilt by enlisting people to accomplish these tasks. They were fortunate to escape with their lives, therefore, they would carry on the work of their ancestors as expected of them. Despite her efforts, tears welled in the blue-haired woman's eyes before rolling down her pale cheeks, the hiccupping gasps of crying escaping her slender lips. Constantly, Persephone missed her father, especially since he was the man who cherished her and even her teacher. Without a mother, the nymph's father became both parental figures and among the only survivor of the fire which stole the remainder of her family. When there was nobody else left, her father was there, saving her from harm because he considered it his duty as a parent. Since his death, the woman retreated into coldness, her desires to avoid the harsh feelings of mourning holding her there.
The tears increased, Persephone soon burying her head into her arms to bawl for the loss of her father. Crying was something the nymph rarely accomplished, however, when she was alone and the opportunity presented itself, they would pour from her eyes. Redness graced her cheeks, both swelling from the tears she attempted to wipe away, her heart aching from the recent events which transpired. Initially, losing her father damaged her, but the radical changes in her crush destroyed her. Everybody in her family was seemingly disappearing, making the young nymph feel immense loneliness weigh onto her shoulders. Strength was required to proceed with her objectives, but her moment of weakness kept the short-haired woman still. At that moment, she longed for a pair of arms to wrap around her and a quiet voice informing her everything would be alright.
Unfortunately, there was only the coldness and the soft whispers of waves battering against smoothed over rocks. The nymph was uncertain how long she remained there, perhaps minutes or hours. Eventually, composure returned to her, reminding her of the cold which surrounded her. Slowly, Persephone released her legs to rise from her position, manipulating the water which clung to her to warm. Immediately, her body began feeling the pleasantries of warmth, the nymph's clouded eyes turning back to the ocean. A frown remained on her face as she inched closer, dipping back into the freezing depths, however, she adjusted the water temperature around her to remain warm. She swam back to the beach, dragging herself onto the shore. Smoothly, the water was manipulated out of her clothes, Persephone merely throwing it to the sand. Slowly, she began walking home, pulling her cloak close around her shoulders.
Her steps were slow, a portion of her desiring to avoid home because of the solitary which lingered in those walls. Socializing was something Persephone rarely accomplished, but she enjoyed the days where she would return home to Kayla's smiling face. Everything about the young woman maintained the nymph's hopes, but a sense of aimlessness consumed Persephone due to their recent interactions. The objectives she accomplished were to allow them to survive, but now she was alone, with only her thoughts and desires to occupy her. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, the nymph gradually reaching the familiarity of the outskirts. She walked down those familiar streets, knowing nobody would be waiting for her inside the walls which became her home. As she proceeded, her eyes accomplished the habit she grew accustomed to, surveying the area for potential threats. Suddenly, her grey eyes noticed the smoke swirling through the air, resulting in them widening.
The pace was hurried, Persephone running towards her home, unlocking the backyard's latch. Inside, a barrel burned, smoke drifting from the canister, however, the fire long completed its task; these were merely the smouldering remains. Slowly, Persephone closed the gate, the latch being placed back into the respective slot. She walked towards the barrel, peering into it, however, there were only ashes. The nymph's brow raised as she turned towards the kitchen door, opening it to enter the building. Cautiously, the assassin opened the door, walking into her home, eyes searching for changes in the area. The door clicked shut behind her, the woman's fingers slowly leaving it as she glanced around the kitchen. Eventually, her eyes locked onto the note stationed on the kitchen table. Briefly, they lingered on the parchment before grabbing it to read over the words carefully etched onto it. An emptiness consumed the nymph's stomach as she read the words on the paper, the tears returning.
The note was placed down, the assassin heading towards where the diary was located, although, she noticed the missing items first. A frown stretched across her face, the items she used to remember her beloved Kayla were gone, presumably burned into the ashes found in the barrel outside. The aching sensation in the nymph's heart increased, the changes to the place she once shared with her beloved Kayla was becoming upsetting. Once the diary was discovered, she slowly wrapped her fingers around it, the only reminder of the girl she fell in love with clenched in her hands. Carefully, her fingers touched the edges of the front cover, gently opening it to reveal the words inside. In only a matter of seconds, the tears welled, Persephone sitting finding a place to sit in the lonely room to read.
Moonlight consumed the outskirts, a spring, evening's chill settling over the city, allowing for those associated with criminal activities to work under the cover of darkness. Stars sparkled in the dark skies above, a familiar scene for the young assassin. Around her shoulders was a cloak, the wind ruffling the dark fabric and loose clothing hiding her feminine physique. The dark colouring of her attire allowed the blue-haired woman to remain hidden in the night. Silence surrounded her, a majority of people seeking refuge in their homes, hiding from the evening affairs. The choice was sensible considering Lorsette's crime rate. On the outskirts, the crime rates were higher, criminals tending to conduct their business in the safety of the rundown slums of the city. The outskirts was the greatest place for those working their amoral occupations, thus why Persephone lived and worked in the area.
Despite the veil of safety for criminal associates, there appeared to be few signs of his presence. The search seemed endless, the demon who ruined her life proceeding to hide in the darkness. A soft sigh escaped the young nymph's lips as she observed the streets below from a flat rooftop. She remained motionless for a few moments, merely observing the world around her before turning away. The quiet sounds of her combat boots walking across the rooftop were subtle, the woman's extensive training in stealth allowing her to maintain the silence. Once she reached the edge of the roof, she peered over into the alleyway before taking a few steps back and sprinting across the rooftop. She leaped through the air, smoothly landing on the slanted, tiled roof of the neighbouring house with hardly a sound.
Silence consumed her steps, Persephone proceeding forward, allowing the wind to rustle the short hair beneath the cloak's hood. An hour prior she had completed her mission of killing a notorious gang lord causing issues in their vicinity; it had been remarkably easy. Security was low because of the man's overwhelming arrogance, thus the nymph merely swooped through the window and plunged a dagger into his throat. Due to completing the objective outstandingly quick, the assassin had taken her time returning to base, allowing herself a moment to search the man's home. There were constant hopes she would find something related to the malicious demon, but Persephone discovered no information to assist with her search for vengeance. Footsteps remained quick as the nymph hurried across the rooftops, the obscure building where the Dark Brotherhood operated eventually coming into her sight. The woman picked up the pace, reaching the edge of another roof.
Without hesitation, water burst from a large bottle secured to her waist. The tendril disappeared down into the alleyway, becoming larger to make a cushion of water. Once she reached the end, she jumped down, plunging into the manipulated water. Around her, the currents were adjusted to soften her fall, the water returning to its vessel shortly afterwards. Her feet collided with the freshly soaked pavement she created, her hand gracing the wet stone from her landing. When she rose, she paused briefly, surveying her surroundings before exiting the alleyway to meet the guards placed out front. Calmly, the blue-haired nymph approached the individuals on guard duty, her calloused hands reaching up to lower the hood. The moonlight showed her feminine facial features, a surprising beauty gracing her face, but more importantly, a recognizable one. They nodded to her, allowing Persephone to smoothly pass by them and enter the building.
Since her return to Lorsette, the nymph begrudgingly associated herself with the Dark Brotherhood; their leader was a hellspawn after all. Currently, this assassination organization was proving to be powerful, allowing it to maintain Persephone's interest, although, the promise of death should she leave accomplished similarly. Once she pushed past the threshold and entered the building, the doors were closed behind her. There were few people inside, most sitting around after completing their mission or others waiting to receive one. Briefly, Persephone's eyes wandered over them before she retreated to a solitary corner. She desired more time to merely think, furthermore, she was never a person for socialization.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A mixture of upset emotions followed by unquenchable anger surrounded Persephone, the young woman refusing to accept the fate bestowed upon her. Ultimately, this dark-haired mistress was not the Kayla she grew to secretly admire, and instead appeared to had transformed into a monster; somebody willing to thieve the lives of others. Hunger never crossed the nymph's mind, her bitter emotions towards these sudden changes capturing her mind. Throughout the assassin's life, consistency was minor, their frequent travelling being enjoyable but damaging. From the beginning of the constant moving, Persephone's father became the only familiar face, eventually followed by Kayla. Unfortunately, everything changed radically it appeared, the nymph lacking the comfortable embrace of a constant; she despised these changes. What the short-haired woman required was stability, but the demon stole the balanced life she acquired.
Silence reigned when the nephilim returned, Persephone bringing her knees towards her chest. The mixture of anger and sorrow was hidden beneath her cold expression, the young woman unable to focus on food. Then, Kayla spoke about senselessly killing people without being provided with the proper mission. Immediately, the short-haired woman's fists clenched hard, nails digging into the calloused palm. The short woman kept herself silent, squirming away when Kayla traced her finger down her body. Inside, the anger built, proceeding to carelessly speak, and eventually, the assassin snapped. The accusation of her father's death being her fault was a sensitive topic, the blue-haired woman rising and backing away, eyes narrowed at Kayla. The allegations of their crimes being accomplished for nothing and implications towards her father's death being partially her mistake resulted in her blood boiling.
"WELL YOU KNOW WHAT?! I HATE THE NEW KAYLA!" Persephone screamed at the dark-haired woman, anger overflowing. "ALL SHE DOES IS TELL ME KILLING IS FUN AND MOCK WHAT I DO! I KILL TO SURVIVE! IT'S MY JOB, I DON'T DO IT BECAUSE IT IS FUN OR RECREATIONAL! I DO IT BECAUSE I WAS TRAINED TO! SO FUCK THAT! I AM NOT GOING TO RANDOMLY KILL PEOPLE UNLESS CONTRACTED TO AND I AM NOT STAYING HERE TO LISTEN TO YOU TALK SHIT ABOUT WHAT I DO AND WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DAD! I'M GOING HOME, YOU GO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT!"
Without another word, Persephone turned away, blood boiling as she smoothly ran across the rooftop, promptly jumping across the gaps between the building. Emotions were harmed by the senseless allegations, the young nymph knowing a life of assassination was the only thing she and her father were familiar. Dragging others into the dangerous lifestyle was not their intentions, they merely wished to survive in this twisted world. The slightest hint of tears touched Persephone's eyes as she smoothly moved through the city, the young nymph becoming upset from the recent developments and callous implications. Few things managed to hurt the young assassin emotionally, however, the slightest hint of the blame for getting her father killed brought an intense ache to the woman's heart. Things were changing too fast and everything felt beyond her control and for once, she felt absolutely alone. Her father was murdered viciously by a demon and Kayla changed radically enough for there to be no distinguishing her from the sweet, kind girl she loved.
Everything was hurting, the emotional toll becoming a burden for the young woman. For a moment she slowed, sniffling and wiping the few tears from her eyes. To her left, the long stretch of Starlight Beach and the pleasant view of light playing across the waves. Slowly, she walked towards the waves, dipping into the cold waters, goosebumps covering her skin as she shivered from the cold. Despite the temperature, the young nymph walked deeper into the water before she strongly swam down the coastline before finding an isolated location. She dragged herself onto rocky cropping, finding a location where the rocks her smooth from the consistent battering of waves. The nymph sat, knees returning to her chest as she listened to the calming sounds of waves and soft sounds of her sniffling. This night was simply horrible.
Everything about the cruel demon who snuffed out the life of her father resulted in anger transcending over Persephone, especially considering the man himself returned to wreak mayhem on her life a second time. There were moments she wondered in the demonic individual was aware she survived the encounter and smoothly fooled the paramedics, doctors and RCMP into believing she was abducted. Dislodging her weapons and throwing them amidst the blaze alongside undressing from her work clothing had been a difficult task, but nonetheless a clever move to escape prosecution from law enforcement. Confirmation could not be provided until she finally met the despicable devil himself, but Persephone already knew she was prepared to torture and murder him for inflicting this emotional pain on her life. Nobody deserved to live for harming her family, Kayla being included in the grouping.
Demons, they only ever created pain and misery for those they contacted, and Persephone was certain of the fact. The villainous creatures merely thieved things from people, lives included. Eventually, she calmed slightly, although, she remained irritated as thoughts of the demon overwhelmed her mind. Fortunately, Kayla agreed that once the time of vengeance arrived, she would stay outside instead of entering the battlefield where she would finally dispose of the dastardly man. When Kayla mentioned escape being easy, the nymph raised a brow until she surprised by a brief white light until they suddenly appeared on the roof. Immediately, she glanced around, surveying the area to assure there was no peril around them, the tough nymph remaining not bothered by the change in temperature. A slight blush touched her face as Kayla spoke, leaning against her shoulder; an unexpected move from the originally shy girl. Quickly, the assassin's eyes flitted towards her, confusion evident as she stared at the dark-haired woman.
A gust of wind embraced them, Kayla hiding her face in Persephone's side, which resulted in the blush increasing slightly from the sudden action. These were a far cry from the original actions and behaviours of her precious healer, and the short-haired woman was concerned about how much was altered. When her crushed moved away, the nymph watched with her stone-coloured eyes, the redness promptly fading as Kayla grabbed a pair of wallets and procured the cash from them. The food requests were answered with a shrug, Persephone becoming completely uncertain what she was hungry for. The intense anger ruined her appetite, making it difficult for her to provide an answer.
Anger was an unstoppable force which roamed through Persephone's veins at the mere mention of the heartless bastard who murdered her beloved father. Hell species were despicable creatures, a vast majority of them constantly thieving the happiness in the assassin's life, making very few reputable in her opinion. They were monsters who destructively burned anybody who even slightly hindered them or even went lengths to eradicate entire homes to exterminate those they disliked. Years ago, she wished for retribution for her fallen family, however, when she and her father began travelling, she became attached to her only parental figure. There was nobody else who raised her, forging her into the person she became through the experiences he introduced her to. They had travelled together for years, seeing the diversity of the world.
Each step of their journey was paved with happy memories, until the day everything went up in literal smoke. The fire consumed him, similar to how it destroyed her entire childhood in a single, nasty blaze. The notion of Kayla attempting to tag along made Persephone clench her fists, the anger easily consuming her; she loathed that demon. The sense of loathing and anger conquered her mind, dulling her senses until she felt Kayla's hand grab her's. Immediately, the nymph's stony eyes flitted towards the dark-haired woman, a slight calm entering her body as a long sigh escaped Persephone's throat.
"Fine... you can come, but I want you to wait outside... You can only come in if I need help," Persephone mumbled. "Otherwise, you stay out... That bastard will suffer, and you know that."
Holy water could easily manifest pain and suffering for demons considering how it burnt their flesh and made healing impossible, thus Persephone was aware her manipulation alone could grant her a special type of revenge. The demon who stole her father from her would suffer the intense pain of having holy water burn his flesh until he finally met his demise. The mention of dinner resulted in a soft sigh escaping the nymph's lips before she slowly nodded.
"Fine... but don't we have to sneak out first?" Persephone asked.
There was a pause as the assassin walked towards the large window, knowing thoroughly a majority of the guards would be inside the building, searching for them. They knew intruders were inside, the nymph imagining a different radio system being used to allow all guards to be aware there were intruders on the grounds. If the assassin were to guess, they would be attempting to bust into the room any second now; fortunately, the large candal stick remained jammed in the handled.
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