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 2022
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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[attr="class","wnubreaktitle"] LIVING IN ILLUSIONS
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[attr="class","wnubreakbody"] Moments of easement were rare for Enzo given the requirements of his occupation. Bound since birth to protect Morty, he took every second of his retainer work seriously. He struggled to believe breaks should be taken despite other guards insisting on the necessity. Responsibility outweighed health requirements for the young brunette, Enzo opting to proceed with his work. Thus, wariness frequently bordered his eyes, yet, was disguised by the outlandish sense of duty contained within.
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Fortunately, Enzo appreciates these blissful moments of family connection more because of his obligations. A broad grin stationed itself on Enzo’s upon witnessing Willow’s bubbling anticipation for his time. There were instances where he wished more leisure time existed for his family, alas, his fixations were handed to Morty. Should his liege request his attention at any time, Enzo would be summoned to return to the castle and carry out his duties, especially given the status of their plans.
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The teasing comments prompted a light-hearted chuckle, however, Enzo was aware of their truth. Throughout the days, he worked, through weariness and sickness without hesitation. Unless debilitated, the male serpent would press through without hesitation.
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“For now, I will,” he answered, maintaining a light-hearted nature to the genuine sentiment.
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Despite being dutiful, Enzo refused to worry his family about his working habits. His presence was crucial to assure that when the time arrived, Morty was prepared to lead this kingdom into a better era. Quietly, Enzo approached the kitchen table, taking his regular seat at the large dining table. While some of the older siblings moved out, the colossal table was required to seat them whenever there were family engagements.
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“I would love some tea, Willow,” he happily chirped. “It will be great to catch up, but I haven’t been doing too much, unfortunately.”
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Catch-ups were always an awkward conversation for Enzo Klyne. The entirety of his being was devoted to assisting and guarding his liege… At times, he worried he spoke about the upcoming heir beyond what people would handle. Alas, his everything belonged to the prince, each spoken word a holy gospel to the dutiful serpent. Yet, in the hanging awkwardness of exchanged words, he always powered through and maintained short speech to assure nobody got drained from hearing the same thing for the umpteenth time.
[attr="class","wnubreaktitle"] LIVING IN ILLUSIONS
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[attr="class","wnubreakbody"] Work piled easily throughout the months of his assigned duty. The eldest son of the Klyns, an expected future pride and symbol of accomplishment for their large family. Firm pressure weighed upon Enzo’s shoulders at every passing second, thus, unlike most, he rarely spared a moment to fancy the changing seasons or basics of life. The male brunette upheld his duties as a guard with high regard and jovially accomplished the purposes granted to him from birth. His expectation was to be Morty’s sword and shield, a protector of royalty.
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Thus, the spring weather went unnoticed as Enzo was relieved of his duties for the day and permitted to head home. Despite his position as Morty’s personal guard, the brunette required breaks from the duties that surrounded him. Birds chirped around him, hardly noticed as his mind rushed through a variety of possibilities. As Morty’s retainer, he always attempted to assist with matters that bothered his liege or in the formulating of the destined future. Time would pass before their plans would enter fruition and the people of their cursed kingdom would know a ruler of kindness.
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The warmth of the spring weather tickled his face, but the enveloping nature of his thoughts kept him from truly noticing. Endless clockwork predicted that Enzo's day would restart the instant he returned to the castle. His duties never ended, as protecting Morty was crucial. He reached the house, twisting the handle and pushing through the door.
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"I'm home," he called, shuffling through the door.
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His hand reached back to close the door behind him. Once inside, his eyes gazed around, admiring the home he grew familiar with. Footsteps echoed through the house, as recognizable creaks breached his ears. His eyes flitted to see his sister bounding towards him. A light smile traced his lips as he watched her approach. He glanced over her, noticing the bandages around her knuckles; training marks. The young man decided against badgering and fretting since there were plenty of days where he returned home, battered and bruised from practice.
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Secret undertones arrived with a simple question. It resulted in him pondering when he last spent time with members of his family. The busy nature of his work kept him away for extended periods of time.
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"I should have enough time," he answered.
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Offering time was easy, especially when freshly relieved for the time being. There was a moment to breathe and take recreation time in these instances. He wanted to take those precious moments before returning to the fray of the political atmosphere and discussions of the future and how to reach those goals.
I CAN'T REMEMBER - WOULD I SURRENDER? ALL THE SIGNS SAY GO
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witch au
magic user
outcasted
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- He and Morty were forced out of their original kingdom for being witches/magic users.
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how do you get him out, out of your head? ( loveship )
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convince me, mesmerize me, feed me more lies. i'll get stronger. how do you get him out, out of your head? i know i'll never see. i've gotta get free. no matter what's said, i swear i'll see him dead! now, i can't remember! all the signs say go. would i surrender? try to save my soul? i can't remember! all the signs say go. i'll never surrender! time for heads to roll. i can't remember! all the signs say go. would i surrender? try to save my soul? i can't remember! all the signs say - go!
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generations come and go, and what will i be - the failure they see here?
general character blurb or summary can go here. [b]i realized after starting[/b] this template, originally based on "systematic love", two things: a) [i]that systematic love has no good lyrics[/i] worth using as dummy text for a template because none of them make any hecking sense; and b) [i]the challenge was based on a stop light[/i], and operation: mindcrime ii's "signs say go" fits pretty well, at least in the name. [b]alas, all the of the css names[/b] are still based on the vocaloid song. and i left miku in, since. [b]well[/b]. that icon's where i grabbed the hex codes from.
convince me, mesmerize me, feed me more lies. i'll get stronger. how do you get him out, out of your head? i know i'll never see. i've gotta get free. [b]no matter what's said, i swear i'll see him dead![/b] now, i can't remember! all the signs say go. would i surrender? try to save my soul? i can't remember! all the signs say go. i'll never surrender! time for heads to roll. [i]i can't remember! all the signs say go.[/i] would i surrender? try to save my soul? i can't remember! all the signs say - go!
Neither opposing or naught, Enzo reaches the average height of 5’9”. Well-toned and lean-bodied, beneath the coverings of clothes hides an impressive form. Shaped by his slender muscles and flat stomach with subtle engravings of abs, Enzo is nowhere near weak. While he lacks the additional bulk of thick-set muscles, the serpent exhibits traits of impressive strength. With proportional limbs to his average height, there is little causing Enzo to stand out of a crowd, which is ultimate to his preference. A fair complexion coats him, however, one which acts as a carrier of flaws. Across his fair skins are further errors, particularly stretching pale marks across his torso and sporadically around his knuckles. These are the few limited signs of Enzo’s true occupation. The flecking scars around his knuckles are indications of training for the purpose of being a war. On the other hand, the other stretching pale marks carved around his torso are from the fights he was involved in.
A plain face sits atop Enzo’s shoulders. His cheekbones sit in the regular position, the young man’s cheek being full to cause somewhat of a “baby-faced” effect. The additional difficulties in growing facial hair frequently exemplify these traits. A stronger jawline branches from his cheeks, heading down to a strong, slightly-pointed chin. His head is covered by a chestnut head of fluffy, soft and curly hair. His hair is thicker and longer in the front than the back, allowing a portion of the bangs to side-sweep. Glowing from his face is a pair of magnificent amber eyes flickering like flames. They tend to sparkle in situations of high lighting, making them captivating when viewed. Due to his serpent genes, when shifting his eyes gain the thin slit of a pupil when shifting. Occasionally, he wears a pair of round-lensed glasses with fake lenses. He does not need them, however, it is another method to avoid being overly noticeable.
Plain clothing is frequently preferred by Enzo. He has long done away with the formalities of his retainer uniform, instead following modern-day clothing to fit into the crowds. Regularly, he wears fitting clothing with plain colours. Hardly does he enter the realm of patterns and graphics shirts, rather preferring the comforts of plain clothing. Though, Enzo is known for wearing thick sweaters and jackets because he finds comfort in wearing them. For pants, Enzo prefers a pair of jeans or sweats, regularly leaning more to jeans. He loves wearing a black beanie and will frequently wear it even through summer. Despite not requiring them, Enzo wears a pair of fake, black-rimmed glasses. The lenses are circular and do not enhance one’s vision.
As per his species, Enzo does have a second form. He is capable of shifting into a 15ft serpent creature with rough scales of a light blue hue that fades out to a soft, yellowish tip. While he can become smaller for convenience, it does not change the snake-like qualities of his form. He receives sharp teeth, his canines sharpening and lengthening down into fangs and his eyes becoming a pair of slits.
Serpent Shifting -- Intermediate The ability to shift into serpent form, allowing the user to become a 15ft beast at max, but they can also lower the size of their shift. A form oftentimes avoided because of his occupation and inability to wield his weapon in serpent form. He can shift into his full form, allowing him to cause heavy damage because of his sheer size. He can shift into a smaller form, this smaller form often being used to investigate suspicious situations more discreetly. This does however take more energy should he change sizes. Due to his lack of proficiency compared to his other abilities, it takes Enzo about 25 seconds to shift.
Electricity Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to control, create and generally manipulate electricity, allowing the user to effectively use it. As a defender, Enzo thoroughly learned his electricity manipulation. This allows him to create electro-fields, short out electronics and shock others with ease. These shocks tend to be intense, oftentimes cause extreme pain for others to handle. However, Enzo does try to avoid causing high damage and instead stuns others with his electricity manipulation. Alas, this will not stop Enzo if somebody is a threat to his charge. Most notably, Enzo is known for coating his sword with electricity or manifesting large domes of electricity to defend himself from attacks. As with regular electric currents, lightning rods can divert Enzo’s electricity. In some instances, Enzo is required to use more energy in these situations to keep his electricity on the path. Similarly, the ability drains energy gradually with use.
Pain Suppression -- Advanced The ability to suppress pain nerves, allowing the user to no longer feel pain. In circumstances where Enzo is required to push through, his pain suppression allows for it. The ability can entirely stifle any painful sensations felt by Enzo, allowing him to tough through without issue. Frequently, Enzo must use this ability of his own volition, though, at times where he is completely enveloped in a fight, he has activated it unconsciously. The primary weakness of the abilities activation is the abilities purpose. By blocking out the connection between his brain and the pain receptors, Enzo becomes at risk of failing to notice severe injuries. Similarly, these can be made worse by not sensing the pain and accidentally worsening the injuries.
Naturals: Minor Regenerative Healing Factor, Enhanced Flexibility, Electricity Immunity, Immortality
backstory
The strength of your loyalty is weighted, measured and powerful.
Derived from a large family of serpents, Enzo was the oldest of 7 other children leaving for a total of 8 children. Birthed into a distant kingdom, from a young age, Enzo was bound via the weight of words and destiny. The vows of ancestors binding the blood of the youth, there was a duty weighted on his shoulders from the moment of his birth. Over centuries of life, the Klyns and the Langston were raised in tandem with one another. A partnership between the family of serpents and familiars designed to operate as ruler and retainer. The Langstons were a family of monarchs, grand in power, but disgraceful as rulers in accordance with their history. Meanwhile, the Klyns were serpents and well-trained fighters with a well-known interwoven destiny with the Langstons. They were followers and defenders, the type to raise their swords in the name of the reigning monarch... and those values translated through the generations.
As the eldest child, Enzo inevitably had a destiny with his matching generation of Langston. The stories filled his ears from the moment he left his mother’s womb. Words of pride as his parents insisted on a future planned, prepped and assured for their eldest child. Worries of occupation would be nonexistent as already, it would be determined the path young Enzo Klyn would walk along. Following his parents’ ideals, Enzo’s only purpose would be protecting the throne’s heir. He was shepherded into traditions, walking in the footprints of his father who was protecting the current king of their kingdom. A valued position weighted on his shoulders, a sole purpose and a title to come. He would be trained to protect his charge, the alleged reason for his birth and the expectations of the eldest child. Even as his siblings were born and told to pursue their dreams, Enzo’s purpose was tunnel-visioned on being a guard to the young prince. An individual he would meet and grow up alongside.
Morty Langston, a familiar face and source of happiness always inspired something in the young Enzo Klyn. As children, they played, their relationship becoming cemented the longer they spent alongside one another. The weight of his duties made Morty among the most familiar faces as Enzo grew. He was a retainer in training, preparing to protect the person his father preached as valuable. Each swing of the wooden training sword, obeying his father’s latest practice tactics, was always for Morty. The child always trained hard, pushing himself on a daily for the sweetness of approval from those around him. He wished to live up to the purpose provided by his parents. Success brought love, care and the skills to protect the individual valued by many, including himself. Through the bleeding and bruised knuckles, the heaving of his tired body and the exhaustion in his limbs, Enzo pushed himself forward until his father demanded otherwise.
Alas, the rose-tinted glasses of youth never allowed for Enzo to bear witness to the errors made by Morty’s father. In his life, the family was pedestalled and viewed as requiring reverence. As a ruler, Morty’s father was deplorable with an ancestry of horrific kings unable to provide the country with its requirements. As adolescence arrived, those negatives surfaced as he walked the streets of his kingdom, overheard the stories of others. Nothing directly filtered through the young man, but upon learning, it saddened him. Yet, as thoughts of a future ruling entered his charge’s head, Enzo saw something in Morty. A wish to change the past, to better the future, to become the marvellous king their kingdom deserved. The fire inside his charge made Enzo’s values align with his and Enzo whole-heartedly supported him. He wanted to view a future better for their kingdom, witness the changes and see the kingdom, and in turn, the people grow happier. The thought excited him greatly. The young retainer wished to walk alongside Morty through it all, to support and protect him as their kingdom mended.
Everything was lining up as the starting ceremonies of Enzo’s future as a retainer entered play. The excitement spread similar to fire in his chest, his fingers tingling and eyes sparkling as the broadest smile stretched across his lips. His charge, a familiar, and himself would have a contract for the sake of assuring Morty’s safety. They would be bound together, a pair fated to walk together in the name of the kingdom’s future. With beliefs of Morty being the correct path to a promising future, Enzo was over-thrilled to become bound to the familiar. Though, in addition to his promotion to a full-time retainer arrived the crucial key to protecting his charge. In the Klyn family, with the arrival of a family member entering the phase of a full-time retainer, a sword would be given. Not a weapon passed down but specially forged for each member. On the day of the binding, Enzo was presented a broad sword he would inevitably name Audra. The sword was charmed, becoming Enzo’s bound weapon which he swore to be used to protect Morty until the end of their days.
Happiness infected Enzo in those days as he watched the cultivation of political intellect and the startings of watching signs of the future. The formulation of plans manifested despite the waiting for the upcoming day. The coronation of Morty Langston would inevitably have to wait until the passing or retirement of the previous king. Nonetheless, they prepared for the future with hopefulness their plans would allow for the overturning of a new future. It allowed a brightness to flicker inside Enzo’s amber eyes as he overwatched their kingdom. He believed there was a hopefulness for the kingdom’s future, prosperity to come. He knew Morty would create the well-need changes to their home, the type required to improve their circumstance. Unfortunately, the duo would be forced into a situation of waiting until Morty’s father finally relinquished his position as king, whether of his own volition or not. For centuries, they waited with hope in their hearts and plan in their heads. The closeness he felt towards Morty only increased his hopes and desires to protect and bring forth his dreams and through everything, he insisted on Morty being a magnificent king... but it would never happen.
Everything was fine during the morning. A calmness known for the castle's safe walls as he walked alongside Morty. Then everything shook. He remembered the rattling walls, the crumbling of chips hitting into the ground. Shock twisted onto Enzo’s face as adrenaline pumped into his veins. His sword spawned into his hands as he prepared for the worse and stuck by Morty’s side. Shouts echoed down the halls as citizens proclaimed being done with the royal line ruling their small kingdom. The few guards loyal to the present king fought, weapons clashing filled Enzo’s ears. He remembered sticking beside his charge, the pair surrounded and struggling. The unfortunate people he was forced to damage in the name of protecting the heir from harm. Cuts covered him, a nasty abrasion to his brow and a littering across his fight ready knuckles.
He remembered pushing his charge forward, screaming for him to move. Zaps and snaps of electricity filled his ears as he attempted to protect his liege with everything he had. Alas, they were outnumbered by the citizens of the kingdom they presided over. A culling prepared for by the citizens with strategic planning and the procuring of weapons over years. They were prepared to remove the monarchy they despised. Terror flickered in Enzo’s eyes as he forced even breaths, the adrenaline kept his mind whirling as he focused on the objective; protect Morty at all cost. His purpose was Morty’s protection and he was determined to live up to those standards no matter the circumstance. Yet, as the thick, coppery scent of blood suffocated the air and shouts of ‘down with the king’ filled his ears. He defended Morty at every turn, forced to incapacitate the people of their kingdom, or in the worse mortally wound or kill them despite his disdain. He heard the screams of the dying, the proclamation of the king being dead... and the demand for the prince’s head.
Inevitably, the pair would get caught in another fight, the surrounded castle no longer a sanctuary. His heart raced inside his chest, leaping into the entrance of his throat as his muscles were tested. The sword he cherished was put through paces as he attempted his best to protect Morty. He remembered their words, their assistance to give in, to betray, but he blocked every heretic’s word. No matter how many he carved in defence of his charge, another came. As his muscles tire and his injuries weighed, the struggle only intensified until sensations not belonging to his body shook him from focus. He glanced over his shoulder, amber eyes widening in terror as he saw the one he swore to protect wounded by his people. He screamed his name, shoving people aside until getting close enough to send an electric field for a shield. He remembered shouting out for them to stop, his breath heaving from a long battle with the citizens of their kingdom.
He allowed his breath to heave, maintaining a shield around his unconscious king. He remembered his defeated muscles and disappointed expression. Everything they worked for shattered in a single night by the citizens who wished a differing fate. When the circumstance finally calmed, Enzo’s eyes landed on their angered faces as glares were shot towards him. He frowned, requesting a calm as he lowered his sword and the field. Fortune arrived for Enzo as the citizen gave him his wish. For a moment, his amber eyes glanced back at his unconscious charge before returning to the mob of infuriated people. He attempted to voice Morty’s ideas, inform them he was different with intentions to make the kingdom better, but they heard none of it. Upon them closing in on him and shouting back in retaliation against his words... he stopped as he shouted for them to wait again. In desperation for Morty’s protection, Enzo hastily made a deal with the people of the kingdom... In exchange for their lives, Enzo would take Morty far, far away from the kingdom. Somewhere he would never return as long as he would not lose the single most important person in his life. He was fortunate they agreed.
In haste, Enzo packed everything along with a small sum of money, patched up Morty’s wounds before picking up the unconscious man’s body. He thanked them for allowing his leave without the death of his beloved charge. Through the wilderness he travelled, praying for Morty’s life and caring for him all the while. At some point, he managed his way to Lorsette, Newfoundland where he settled them down. He knew their lives would change forever, Enzo waiting for Morty to wake in order to comfort him... though when his charge stirred and he checked how he was feeling, the proclamation stunned him. A head wound obtained during the final fight resulted in the belief of becoming king, and Enzo, in his immense care for Morty was unable to break it to him. He claimed they were in hiding because of recent concerns for Morty’s safety... he created the lie that started it all... While over the year since their leave, Enzo managed to gain a job to support him, he has been unable to break the news to his charge on account of how much he cares for him.
- Despite Morty being his familiar, Enzo serves him instead. - Enzo fears returning to the kingdom because of the circumstance of his leave. He does not want to hear the criticism of Morty since many believe they would have separated. - He is emotionally dependent on Morty. - He is neutral about fighting and rather does it to protect Morty more than anything else. - Enzo does not require glasses, but he wears fake lenses at times for the sake of altering his appearance and does pretend he cannot see without them. When not wearing them, he says he is wearing contact lenses. - He has a ridiculously high tolerance to sour tastes. He rarely even flinches. - Due to the nature of his species, Enzo is required to use products that do not irritate sensitive skin. - Enzo’s sword, Audra, is a bound broad sword that he cherishes and uses to defend Morty. Audra’s name means storm and noble strength and was meant to be a representation of Morty’s wishes in changing the king alongside Enzo’s well-known control of electricity which is commonly associated with thunderstorms.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
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