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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
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!
The initial comments that this man had made had fueled the irritation, which festered from an extensive hatred of any species of hell. A majority of her personal plights featured the malicious creatures raining doom upon herself or loved ones; a majority of which died as a result of those species. It generated a bitterness towards them, making it immensely difficult for the nymph to cease loathing them, although, she still begrudgingly worked for a hellhound. Fortunately, as time proceeded, the woman began relaxing due to the stranger quickly ceasing the presumptions of her being a species from hell. The understanding placed into the concept furthered the calming, although, a cold disposition remained on Persephone's face; she was never one for revealing emotions.
"Accident or not, I dislike the presumption," she responded.
The words were carefully considered, the assassin attempting to mask her hatred as merely a dislike of species presumption. It appeared to be working excellently since the acquaintance seemed to be believing her story. Half-truths tended to work for masking the possibility of a lie. The mentioning of her name being lovely resulted in Persephone lifting a brow. There was only a small group of people who believed her name to be beautiful, most being restricted to family which kept the experience unique whenever it occurred. When the man provided his name, the nymph responded with a nod of acknowledgement. When the man, who introduced himself as Hector, continues, she listened. Casual conversations always possessed an odd air to them, especially since a majority of people who met her either attacked and stared in terror; then again those were during missions.
"A pleasure to meet you as well," she said professionally.
The tone of her voice sounded lacking in genuine emotions, her coldness draining warmth from her words. It resulted in the sentence maintaining a stiff formal tone which was unintentional; she had meant to convey vague kindness.
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There was an unintentional side effect that was created as a result of Persephone's intense hatred of hell species. Anger had mingled into the words, obviously generating nervous feelings for the male, although, her own abrasiveness made her numb to guilt. Hints of annoyance were sprinkled across Persephone's face, which were most evident in the slightest tilt of her slender brows. Her companion had managed to offend her by merely stating the possibility of her being a demon, but the woman found herself unable to show sympathy; harsh demeanor conquered human compassion. As time progressed, the irritation fled from her face, returning to the emotionless state it frequently held. A whimper escaped the stranger's mouth, the question vaguely implying that he was aware of the sudden shift towards anger.
"Yes," she stated bluntly. "I find presumptions towards me being a different species irritating, you could say."
Coldness entered her tone, accompanied by nearly inaudible hints of irritation. Waves gently lapped around the water nymph's ankles as she remained still, her eyes continuing to lock onto the stranger. It soothed her, causing the young woman to relax while she waited for the man to, presumably, recommence further question. He continued, easily figuring out the type of nymph she was; Persephone nodded in acknowledgement towards the correct answer. Arms were crossed, the water nymph's hazel eyes slowly retreating back towards the cliff where she had dived from. When time was allotted, she would have to attempt another dive to train her instincts. When her eyes flitted back towards the silver-haired man, they caught the smirk across his lips as he inquired for a name.
"Persephone, she began. "However, most call me Percy, and you, sir?"
There was mild tones of primness to her voice, displaying a subtle professionalism when it arrive to providing a name and requesting reciprocation. Small talk appeared to be the common theme of the conversation considering it progressed with simple questions, although, perhaps slightly one sided. In anticipation for further conversing, Persephone straightened her back and shifted her arms to her sides in hopes of displaying a strict formality.
Ambiguity kept a constant shifting in beliefs, allowing for Percy to remain hidden amidst an endless supply of ideas. A masquerade created by vaguely stated answers and providing more innocent context around what was previous stated in the form of half truths. Although, it brought concerns over this curious man who she gained the attention of a result of a skillful plunge towards the depths. It suggested the possibility of endless questions to pry into her hidden life, but the agitation was not evident on the nymph's face. After years of travelling, meeting those with curious eyes had become a natural occurrence, although, she still disapproved. She supposed it was granted considering she had indulged the man with wondrous visuals by displaying a portion of her capabilities. It was originally meant to be a demonstration to limit his inquires, but Percy believed she merely fueled them.
The observational statement of her not being a merely mortal was made, the nymph providing a small, wordless nod of confirmation. The young man hastily began questioning her species, the mentioning of demons causing her to glare towards him. Over the years, Percy had gained a brutal hatred of anything in affiliation to the wretched dimension of Hell. They had taken her father away from her, they were evil creatures from the depths and they ruined lives, leaving a trail of tears and destruction in their wake. There was subtle hints of anger behind her grey eyes, Percy fighting the urge to shut down any possibility of her being a hell species. Displaying her hatred of them openly and viciously could cause suspicion towards any recent assassinations; her specialty was eliminating them after all.
"I am none of those creatures," she began, a mild tone of bitterness in her initial words. Gradually, her voice was cleared of those emotions. "I am a nymph."
The coldness in her voice remained while she spoke, keeping the amount of words low. Remaining vague was always an instinct nowadays considering Percy rarely enjoyed revealing information about herself. Information would be a risk of a different breed after all.
In the freezing embrace of the ocean waters, Persephone's rapidly beating heart gradually calmed from the reckless excursion for improving upon her skills. The waves occasionally washed over her, chilling her stomach and limbs with ease while her skin gradually adjusted to the water. Her darkly coloured outfit clung to her body, further revealing the feminine features that oftentimes remained hidden. The woman's small chest size to the slightness of her hips, displaying what vaguely resembled an hourglass figure. Mentally, she replayed the entire scene, remembering a voice shouting towards her that had been completely ignored. Providing acknowledgment during those dire moments could result in deadly consequences or possibly for fright to claim her mind should they provide a hefty argument to deter the intense training. Waves continued to pelt her, carrying closer to shore while she critiqued the dive.
Instincts had been ignored for an ample amount of time, allowing her to smoothly glide past danger without being grazed by the sharp points. An extensive breath escaped her lips as her grey eyes spared a glance towards the shoreline where a few onlookers had noticed the "suicidal" actions and miraculous rescue. A single figure stood out from the crowd, capturing her attention while she shifted in the water to swim back towards shore. While a few people had dispersed leaving a silver-haired individual on the pale sands that marked Starlight Beach. A front crawl was taken to carry her towards the shore, her underwater breathing allowing her to skip her opportunity to take a breath. Her speed was incredible, Persephone holding back in order not to fling herself onto a shoreline. Once the distance was closed, the nymph found her footing, her shoes somewhat protecting her from the rocky portion of the shoreline.
Water rolled down her skin, dribbling from the tendrils hair that had gotten tousled from the actions taken. The sounds of footsteps on sand alerted Persephone, her cold, grey eyes flitted towards the man as trudged out of the water and onto the sandy shore. The assassin's naturally observant eyes quickly noticed the uncertainty that held the man's expression, making the possible unfamiliarity with supernatural creatures more obvious; there were the sheltered folk or people who had never witnessed a specific ability. A silence was held, Persephone listened to the questions while one of her slender hands reached up to push away her light blue bangs. The hand's partner joined, bringing the locks of hair back to ring out a portion of the water. Afterwards, Persephone gave her head a shake which sprayed small droplets of water that were still clinging to her soaked hair and partially answering 'no' to the concept of the ocean saving her life.
"There was no danger," she stated simply. "I was prepared to take the consequences of my actions for this training."
The explanation remained vague, little emotion touching the woman's voice as she explained the situation to the man. For a moment, her eyes drifted over his form, noticing a skinny body and youthful face construct. It was plausible this stranger was a young teen, which brought the possibility of unfamiliarity with her species. In order to demonstrate her capabilities, the nymph manipulated the water from the ocean, causing it to flow into a small ball that hovered above her hand.
"The water merely heeded my commands as I planned," she explained further.
While Persephone remained a private person, she felt there was no reason to ignore the questions of the curious onlooker. They remained innocent inquires that lacked any threat. As long as the primary secret of her occupation continued being hidden and the stayed away from being personal, providing answers was safe. For a few moments, the nymph's eyes remained locked onto the water sphere before carefully moving into a spin and bringing the water out into a long snake to further demonstrate the concept. As twirls continued, the water parted, growing into small droplets before Persephone shot it towards the sky which resulted in a light misting over their heads.
A subtle warmth touched the pleasant spring air while a soft breeze played the role cooling. Tiny wisps of white floated lazily across skies above where seagulls squawked and swooped in their regular pesky behavior. The sun had barely risen, the horizon remaining a colourful array of purples, oranges and yellows smeared across a gradually appearing blue. It was breath-taking in beauty and commonly captured in various forms of artistic representation. Only for a moment did Persephone's steel coloured eyes lingered on the rising sun and its radiant beauty as it climbed the sky. There were various scenes where the woman has witnessed sunrise, a portion bloodier than others, but it continued to possess an oddly calming aspect. Despite the changes in scenery, there was always a familiarity that arrived with the a sunrise; it remained a constant in the consistent changes of life.
Due to the shift in temperatures as spring drifted through, closing in on summer, the young nymph wore a simple navy tank top and a pair of black shorts. They appeared tight against her body, revealing the feminine features oftentimes hidden beneath numerous layers of dark clothing. Footwear remained a basic pair of water shoes coloured a dark blue and black. They were ill-fitting for the current circumstances as the young woman continued towards the beach, but the numerous callouses that adorned her feet made them tolerable. As usual, her hair maintained a straight appearance to it, however, there was little effort into grooming the light blue hair. Despite her short stature, Persephone managed to walk at a hasty pace while she headed towards Starlight Beach where the cliff side was. Today was planned around a dangerous activity, the young nymph prepared to handle it.
There were stories about rookie divers attempting to dive off the top of the cliff, resulting in severe injury and death in some instances. It resulted in a peculiar fascination with the location considering the assassin wanted to experience the intense dive for herself, although, under different conditions. Plans had been formulated to create a training exercise from the procedure which was designed to train her flinching instincts. The inquiry was plain, how long would she fall before using her manipulation as a defense? Ignoring instincts were a necessity at times in order to complete a mission when the assassin was desperate. Years of strenuous training sessions resulted in these occasions being rare, however, still existent. There was a momentary pause while Persephone drew close, gazing at the rough, dirt path that led up towards the cliff. A deep, calming breath was taken before the young woman began walking up the cliff.
The path itself had been walked numerous times by tourists with the intention of visiting the lighthouse that remained perched on top. This resulted in a smooth, easy voyage to the pinnacle of the cliff. As Persephone reached the top, her grey eyes stared over the miles of ocean that lapped over the shores and played in the distance. The colours of the sun played across the water, moving with the waves and creating a divine view. There was a mystic sensation that the young water nymph found while she stood at the top of the cliff, the air feeling more refreshing and stronger than before. The gentle breeze whispered through the trees, embracing her with a wonderful familiarity that increased the intensity. With an extensive breath that soothed her tense body, the woman inched closer to the cliff's edge and peered down.
Rocks dotted the waters below, greeting her with their malicious intentions. Alas, Persephone remained unwavering in expression as she gradually began walking backwards. Each step was accompanied with a mental reminder for the task that would be accomplished on this faithful day. Gradually, her heart rate increased while she drew back from the cliff side and stared towards the horizon. Another deep, calming breath was taken before suddenly, the woman ran forward, towards the edge. Heart rate spiked with each step, her body and mind begging for the reckless action to be ceased before an early grave was met. Instincts were ignored, the woman carrying herself hastily, enclosing the distance between herself and the edge. When she reached end, the young water nymph jumped from the intense heights, leaving her embraced by the air. Instantly, her body began falling towards the rock infested waters below, each passing second bringing her closer.
Adrenaline met its peak, her heart beating intensely due to the fear-inducing situation Persephone entered willingly. Breaths were bated while the rocks drew closer, the woman closing her eyes and fixating on the wind around her and sensing the waters below. Inches before demise would have been met, the water was manipulated to rush towards her, giving her a chilling greeting and directing her away from the painful wounds the rocks could have provided. The manipulated water encompassed her, allowing for a sudden switch in direction to narrow avoid the rocks below her. With some insistence from her enhanced swim speed, the water nymph was brought to safer waters. The ocean was cold during the early hours, her skin pebbling while she laid on her back and faced the skies above while the waves slowly pushed her towards the shore.
At a mere 5’, Percy is a shorter woman that possesses a lean, supple figure. Her muscles are powerful, but maintain a slender, more subtle appearance. Up close, the amount she exercise to maintain her lean build becomes obvious to those who observe closely. A womanly figure can be visible at times depending on the clothes that Percy is wearing. Her more feminine appearance aspects can be considered a little lacking, with her hips not being overly wide and her breasts leaning more towards the smaller side. This at times gets her mistaken for a petite boy, especially if she is wearing looser clothing. Her facial construct tends to allow people to notice the more feminine edge to her appearance. Complexion wise, Percy is described as fair skinned, oftentimes leaning more towards the paler side. Scars are a common feature across Percy’s skin, most specifically sparing and battle ones on her hands, concentrating around her knuckles. The occasional pale scar can be discovered on other locations of her body, but these are less common. There is a large, pinkish-red burn scar across her back, narrowly touching her shoulders.
Her face is best defined as soft with its gentle contours that make her sex more obvious. She possesses full cheeks, her cheek bones being more settled into her face. This subtly leads to her chin, which is more rounded, giving her an oval-shaped face. When it comes to her nose, it is small and roundish. Her eyes are an almond shape and have long, beautiful eyelashes which allow her to appear more feminine. Their colour is a steely grey and are oftentimes narrowed downwards which gives her an unfriendly appearance. A light blue is the colour of her hair, which is straight and short. Her hair narrowly reaches past her chin, ending just above her shoulders. A black headband is oftentimes around her head, a tight knot being at the back. This usually remains under her hair and is merely a common fashion choice. Expression wise, Percy is best described as guarded, rarely even cracking a smile towards others. Her face is oftentimes cold and devoid of emotion.
With clothing, Percy does not possess a preference, truthfully it depends on the time of day. While on the streets during daylight, she is prone to wearing more casual clothing since she finds it easier to blend into crowds. The colder months are simple jackets and sweaters with a warm pair of sweats or the occasional pair of jeans. Warmer months, Percy can commonly be seen where darkly coloured tank tops which reveal her lithe frame. She still prefers pants, but will wear shorts when she feels up to it. During work hours, Percy remains more covered in dark clothing since she works through the night. Her attire for work consists of black cloaks and loose-fitting underclothes for the sake of remaining flexible and hiding numerous pieces of weaponry. Knives are commonly hidden throughout her attire, even working their way into her casual clothing. An axe is her main weapon of choice during her job besides her water manipulation. This axe remains strapped to her back and is rather hefty. A vile of holy water is constantly attached to her side due to her hatred of hell species.
Water Manipulation -- Master Being a common tool for eliminating her enemies, Percy has trained her water manipulation to the best she can with the assistance of her father. She can control water in numerous forms, including its liquid, solid and gaseous states which gives her a large range to work with. This connects to her being capable of controlling ice and steam, although, she remains most capable with the ability in its liquidized state. Her ice and steam abilities remain minor, her least control being over the vapor state of water. Steam only listens to her to a degree, Percy being capable of pushing its direction, but not ceasing its rise. Steam takes more energy for Percy to control oppose to regular water. Ice on the other hand she can manipulate fairly easily, but this usually remains limited to small shields and striker attacks. Murky water can be controlled to a degree, but Percy can not control water that has an abundance of chemicals inside of it or is heavily polluted. Her prized form of manipulation is being capable of manipulating holy water, which is commonly the reason she is expertised in hell species assassination. She can accidentally dilute the holy water if she is not carefully keeping is separated from other bodies of water, which can result in the effects weakening.
Using this ability over an extensive period of time can result in Percy becoming exhausted quickly. Being away from bodies of water can also result in an issue since drawing the moisture from the air takes time, energy and focus. Hot, dry days work heavily against Percy since this forces her to place more energy into drawing the necessary components of water. She is capable of drawing water from plants, this giving her a higher yielding than air. While she can change the temperature of water, she can still be burned or frozen as a result of it. The steam of a boiling pot can easily harm her hand just as the stiffness causing cold of ice can cause her muscles to tense up tremendously. When water is absorbed into the earth, it takes more time for Percy to draw it out. The more water under her influence, the more energy she requires in order to control.
Underwater Breathing -- Natural Similar to a majority of nymphs, Percy is capable of breathing underwater. This ability occurs naturally, thus she does not possess control over it. Breathing underwater around polluted or chemical infested areas can make Percy incredibly sick or possible kill her.
Enhanced Swim Speed -- Advanced Nymphs are meant to be natural born swimmers and Percy is definitely no exception to that. Her swimming abilities are incredible, granting her an enhanced speed. With ease, Percy can propel herself through bodies of water which makes her water-based combat incredibly powerful. Naturally, this speed enhancement only activates when she is in bodies of water, otherwise she will not gain this enhancement. Going to these incredible speeds can wear Percy down, resulting in her becoming exhausted should it be used extensively.
Warding -- Intermediate Due to frequently being on the move, Percy does no use this ability as much as people may think. To her, it can become a waste of energy and until she stationed herself in Lorsette, was useless. Her control is variant and limited to a small area, this mostly being the rundown old shack she lives in. That is the only area she truthfully wards, but otherwise she does not bother. It takes lots of energy to create the wards and even some to maintain their strength. Percy also rarely uses wards considering her employer is unfortunately a hellhound.
Charm Creation -- Beginner Never had there been a moment that Percy found a use in charms, thus she rarely uses the ability. As a result, her capabilities in charm creation have suffered immensely. This has limited what she could cause charms to accomplish alongside the size of which the charm could be. Creating a charm can exhaust her immensely, thus she avoids using the ability.
backstory
At the cost of her mother’s life, Percy was born after an extensive, laborious effort. She was smaller than average, the doctors skeptical about her survival from the day she was born. Alas, hope was held and gradually, Percy grew into a healthy young child. Afterwards, the child’s father became her primary caretaker and he was determined to offer her child the best life possible. For a majority of her infant years, she lived in the Rose Manor in Strasbourg, France with her grandparents. The Rose family were infamous nymph assassins and all descendants were expected to join the family business. This resulted in Percy’s training beginning at the impressionable age of 5 where she would begin the basics of her duty and start building her body in preparation for the future. Her days were filled with game-like activities meant to maintain her interest and train her for the future. To Percy, it was normal to be trained in the art of knives and to watch the older family members practice in sparring and various other training exercises. While others perhaps found this alarming, she always found herself at home in the regular noises of the manor. As years continued, the games became more vital as the contract game entered the girl’s like at about 7. All members participated, the expectation being to sneak around the house and “kill” your fellow housemates with specially designed paint weaponry.
The home would always become a colourful mess, the entire family found themselves laughing each month they participated in the game. This is how Percy’s skills began sharpening, displaying her natural capabilities as an assassin, which lead her family to make her training more advanced. Her father felt incredibly proud, making the young girl desire to place all her efforts into training. The woman’s schooling became home-based and lacked breaks as her family became determined to complete her schooling as quickly as possible while balancing her specialized physical education designed to improving her assassination abilities. At the age of 9, her training was extreme, risking the possibility of bringing harm to young child with hopes of increasing her skill levels. It was around this age that she began to lay witness to the various wounds that her family members were gain outside of training due to extensive efforts in the field. She became well-acquainted with the concept of injury, making some believe that she could possibly fearless. In reality, she bottled all her fears away and never allowed it to be displayed upon her countenance. As she began rapidly approaching the age of 12 was when Percy was expected to complete her first mission, but there was an interruption.
There was loud banging, the sound of crackling and various other sounds that roused her during the early hours of a cold, September day. A panic was within the house, causing the child to slowly slid out of the warm, safety of her cot. Her gray eyes scanned her room, until fixating on the thin smoke billowing through the top of the door. Concern entered her eyes, the child pressing her hand against the wall to discover the heated surface. Screams echoed on the other side, the sound of footsteps heavy through the hallway. Without hesitation, Percy abandoned the door, heading to her bedroom window and using her cup of water, slashed through the wire screen. She slipped through the freshly made heart, carefully stepping onto the tiled roof section with her bare feet. It caused numerous shivers, the tiles even managing to dig into her heavily calloused feet. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she carefully crept across the rooftop to the back, where she witnessed her family fighting the vicious fires of demons. Her family noticed her and hastily informed her father who had returned home from her recent travels. She was scooped into her father’s arms and taken away from the battle scene. After that day, she never saw the rest of her family again.
Afterwards, Percy and her father became vagabonds, leaving France immediately after the fire. At first, the child would pester her father with questions about what happened until her father informed her never to speak about the manor. The concept was strange, Percy attempting to get answers, but never receiving them. Ultimately, her father began distracting her with a mixture of school, training and the wonders of traveling. Not long after her 12th birthday was when Percy’s father took her on a mission which gave her plenty of hands on training. They earned money through their dark efforts and willingness to travel around the world to eliminate targets. Gradually, death became a normal feature of Percy’s life and she accepted it willingly; it was family expectation. With more hands on work, became other accustomes that revolved around her father, like the fact he would not accept contracts for anybody below the age of 16; sometimes not accepting in circumstances where the individual contained a childlike attitude. As time proceeded, Percy found that she felt more at home whenever she traveled. This extensive time traveling allowed her to become closer to her father and learn about various cultures around the world. She enjoyed every second of it, finding herself smiling constantly while her and her father traveled.
There were many different skills taught during these travels, one of Percy’s favourite being the idea of dancing and singing. Traveling was rough, luxuries rarely being provided and technology being limited, but Percy enjoyed every minute of it. At times, they would camp while on other occasions they would occupy a small hotel for a few days. Sadness remained over the loss of her family, but her father seemed capable of making everything better and comforting the young child. Her father was the primary influence for her personality, making her a practical and serious young woman while also sparking some of her more blunt and abrasive traits. To her, paradise was defined by constant adventure and learning to enjoy what the world provided. Shortly after graduating homeschool at the age of 17, they arrived in the Canadian city of Lorsette where terrors and criminals were common. Her father constantly spoke about how the city may be an excellent place to settle a main homestead due to the increased activity, although, the pair remained skeptical. During their short stay there, Percy found Lorsette oddly enjoyable, even attempting a date with an interested woman while she was there. She enjoyed her time there, but after a while her father and her continued traveling.
They arrived in another Newfoundland city, getting prepared to assassinate another individual as expected. Unfortunately, the plans went incredibly array. They arrived on the scene, slinking into the house with a silent ease. Across the wooden floors they crept, finding a freshly lit fire in the fireplace. Although, they were expected, the doors slamming closed and the flames suddenly increasing, consuming the wooden fire. The target was a demon, hiding and prepared for assassins to arrive to murder him. There were numerous targets, the flames rising higher as her and her father struggled through the intense battle. Various burn marks and scars traced her skin from the occasion, the young woman fighting her hardest in an attempt to escape the burning lodge. She was separated from her father at some point, her efforts too fixated on fighting off her assailants. Eventually, she became to battered to rise due to the immense amount of wounds that covered her flesh. The hell species left when the faintest sounds of ambulance and police sirens echoed into her ears. With some effort, Percy managed to remove her weapons, making herself appear like a victim in the affair.
She was unconscious before they loaded her into the ambulance, taking her to the hospital where she woke up, recovering from her numerous wounds. Once awake, the girl began questioning where her father was and was later explained how a charred body was found in the remains. It became obvious to Percy that it was father, resulting in her being upset and having an emotional outbreak while in the hospital. When she was fully recovered, it was confirmed that she would be working alone. The young woman felt lost and beaten emotionally, gradually growing cold and distant from others as a result of losing her father. A majority of her money went to paying hospital fees, but despite that she wandered away from the city shortly afterwards. Her memories replayed her father’s words, thus Percy hitch-hiked to Lorsette where she began gathering herself again. The vindictiveness started only moments prior to her arrival, the young nymph becoming determined to gain revenge on the hell species for the death in her family. She trained herself harder, improving her water manipulation to mastery and learning to manipulate holy water.
Freelancing was difficult when she possessed a surname that no longer held immense powers in the underground. It resulted in her joining The Dark Brotherhood at the age of 18 despite the leader being a hell species. Over the years, she found herself capable of tolerated the hell species within the group while despising those who remained outside of it. Her loyalties were tight with The Dark Brotherhood, the nymph continuing to serve them as an expert in hell species disposal. After a while, she began noticing the signs of the man who killed her father which placed a portion of her efforts into discovering him. She was determined to enact vengeance by killing the demon herself in the name of her father, thus tying her in Lorsette for years. As it currently stands, Lorsette is considered her home-base and should she leave elsewhere for a mission, she would return to the city.
misc
- Likes: Traveling, exploring, learning, history, culture, singing, music, dark places, working, disposing of hell species, tea, practicing, combat, competition, axes, water manipulating, swimming, parkour, being by water, calming areas, quiet, dancing, her father - Dislikes: Hell species, gossip, complainers, talkative people, idiocy, potions, hexes, obnoxious people, being belittled, short people jokes, being underestimated, killing children (or children-like people), obsessively loud noises, traitors - Fears: Fire, death, becoming paralyzed from injury, life in jail - One of the meanings to Percy’s full name, Persephone, is "to destroy" and "murder". - As it currently stands, she is affiliated with The Dark Brotherhood. - She is an expert of disposing on Hell species. Percy is capable enough to dispose of other species as well. - Percy is an incredible singer. Her favourite song to sing is Roamin’ Holiday by Foxworth Hall. It has sentimental value since it was one of the last songs she sang with her father. - Percy is very skilled in parkour, partially from her own enjoyment and because of her occupation. - Due to her travels when she was younger, Percy knows a variety of languages such as: Spanish, French, Japanese, German, Russian and Icelandic.
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☆ NAME Chibi Magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE About 7 years
☆ TIMEZONE Central
☆ GENDER Female
☆ AGE Nineteen
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credits
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.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
