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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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!
King paused. "My real parents dumped me at a hospital, after the first time i shifted. They were both human. I was adopted, but they wanted a pet, not a kid. They just didnt want to have to take care of a pet. Then once i grew out of my pup coat, and my adult coat came in, they figured i could win them some extra cash."
He blinked, it hurt to really talk about it, but also felt...not good, but well, like pulling a loose tooth.
"I won a lot of championships. Then a shifter judge came to a show,and realized what i was. My adoptive parents blamed me, and they moved out of the house, without me. I...could have gone to the people at the child protective office...but i dont want to do that. i wont do that."
He kept his pace up, but he was finding it a bit harder.
"I grew up eating dog food, and living like a dog. I'm not as strong as other shifters, or as fast, because i didnt the right food. And all that time, and no one ever noticed, or cared about what was happening."
King blinked at the question, his tired mind making him speak more boldly than he might have otherwise.
"Runt, dog, Beast. Waste of space. Never really had a name. They called me 'King' when they entered me in dog shows."
He stopped in his tracks. Why had he said that? Why had he spoken so...bluntly. He was just tired. Yes tired. From days of not sleeping and eating. He certainly didnt feel safe. Right?
He had to actually think of what it meant to feel safe, and realized...he didnt know what that felt like.
King followed, wordlessly. He knew, for a fact, he wouldnt have the confidence to tell anyone off. Fighting was out of the question entirely. A life of poor nutrition had left him incredibly weak by shifter standards. Most humans could hold their own against him in a fight.
And any human who had done any kind of sport could beat him down easily. He wasnt even much of a runner,with his shifter form being a stubby legged corgi. He was small enough to fit into spaces most others couldnt. That was how he had survived as long as he had. Run away, find someplace small to hide in, and wait it out.
As he walked, he kept glancing at the dinosaur girl. Her scent was confusing. He couldnt understand it, but while he couldnt understand WHAT she was, he trusted his instincts, and she didnt smell like the others who had hurt him for their own gain.
Of course. He had never encountered a golem in his life before. He had no idea what they were, and even now, he figured she was just some kind of wraith, a type of undead he had encountered.
King blinked. The offer was, tempting. He thought back to the last few times he had been offered help, and inwardly cringed. But in his current state, he really had no other option than to hope she was sincere. He was too hungry to shift back, naked because he never really bothered with new clothes, and he was one of those shifters who needed clothing made from shifter fur or wool, if he wanted to shift with his clothes anyway. Synthetic fabrics did not agree with his constitution and caused some nasty rashes if he tried to shift with them on.
He took the hand, clasping the jacket tightly to keep it from falling.
"I...dont have a choice really."
He REALLY hoped this wasnt another underground shifter battle ring trying to get some cheap thrills. That had been unpleasant, even if he had gotten a free meal out of it.
King was so thrown by the 'so you ran away' accusation, he found himself uncharacteristically angry.
"I didnt run away, they threw me out because they couldnt use me to make money anymore!"
He stopped as he realized he had, while not yelled persay, certainly taken a more firm and aggressive tone. That was bad. "I-I'm sorry i didnt..."
"they kicked me out, and if the foster people get me, they will send me back...i dont want to go back...I...I would rather die than be someone's pet again..."
King took the vest, slowly wrapping it over himself.
"My...clothes were smelly. And Gross...i...i usually just stay in my other shape."
He had no access to cleaning supplies, so his shirt had eventually just rotted off him, and his pants had become so soiled with the street slop, he had abandoned them.
"I-I'm sorry, I just...People...people are dangerous...and scary...and i dont want to get put back in the foster program..."
He continued to cower, flinching at every sudden noise, protecting his head from an overhand strike that he instinctively expected. He had lived most of his life as a dog. A Badly beaten one. His good experiences with other people could be counted on one hand.
King backed away, Fear returned. Death was something he could accept...but what if he was just going to get eaten? What they ate him alive!?
Under normal circumstances, he would have continued on this pessimistic trail of thought. Instead, his hunger, from several days of not eating, chose this moment to show its full strength.
By forcing him back into his human form.
Stark Naked.
Of course, he was cowered into a tight ball. Arms wrapped around knees. Fear was replaced by embarrassment, and shame.
As a Corgi, his looks were stunning. People marveled at him while he moved on 4 legs.
As a Human, he was plain as a loaf of white bread. Not ugly. But not anywhere near the level of attractive most shifters had.
He braced for Death, and found that life stubbornly chose to cling to him. The axe glinted, as it retracted towards the creature that had saved him. He could only cower, terrified, as he realized what exactly had been chasing him. He had thought they were demons, or another hell species, but he hadnt taken the time to look at them and figure out what they were, when he started running.
He pressed himself against the hot metal of the gate, it burned, but not badly. His fur didnt even singe. He could only watch, and hope, while this person fought the terrors. His Corgi form was useless in combat, and what was worse, his human form was even more useless, at pretty much everything.
His nose brought in scents. The creature, person, thing, fighting the terrors, was made from...something strange. It was alive, but also not, but it wasnt an undead like the Liches he had encountered. He could only pray to whatever forces might be listening, that they werent fighting the terrors, so they could eat him themself.
It was the only thought in the tiny corgi shifters mind, as the group of various creatures chased him down. He should have realized, he should have known better. Hell's Gate was no place for the likes of him. He had just wanted something to eat. It had been days since his last meal, and the homeless people always said that the Hell's Gate had some of the best dumpster diving in the city.
RUN
And now he was running for his life, as jeering, shrieking demon-kind chased him down; sticks, rocks, and various debris flying through the air, sometimes missing him, sometimes striking and eliciting a sharp yelp.
FASTER
He tried to pick up his pace. Tried to make his tiny legs move faster. He could take human form, but he was even slower in that form.
FASTER
He skidded around a corner, slamming snout first into hot metal, the smell of his own urine reaching his nose, as terror filled him, knowing he was caught. Knowing he was going to be beaten, maybe even killed.
I'M GOING TO DIE
As the thought crossed his mind, the fear left, replaced, by acceptance.
King felt himself pulled forward, he allowed it, but still managed to keep enough distance he could flee if needed.
"clothes...are fine...and i dont need shoes. Just food please. And i wont follow inside a building. Public places only please..."
He had already been caught in a trap like that once before, and almost ended up shipped out of the country. Thankfully the TRS had raided the place. He began to feel more and more nervous, more thasn ever his instincts screamed this person was dangerous. But his empty stomach was stronger than his fear.
King needed food. Not the trash pickings he had been eating of late, but real food. And Heavens gate was the best place for that. Most of the heaven species would be willing to share, or so he hoped. Adopting his much hated human form, stealing clothes from a donation box, and walking about the city barefoot, and ready to shift and run at the first sign of trouble, he found himself confronted by...he wasn't sure what.
She looked...human, but his instincts were telling him to turn and run. but the6y always told him that, so he couldn't be sure they were reliable.
Her question was easily answered, if he could just get past his shyness and fear.
In his human form, which he rarely takes, King appears a youth of average height, with sandy blonde hair, and dull brown eyes. He is, to be blunt, extremely plain in appearance. So 'normal' looking, so 'average' that even when people are paying attention, he gets lost in a crowd easily.
In his Corgi Form, things are different. Sandy Blond hair becomes crisp, Golden Apple fur, dull brown eyes turn a stunning shade of China Ceramic Blue. Were he simply a dog, he would be a prized champion.
personality
POSITIVE - Quiet, - Hard working - doesnt complain - emotionally strong -Humble
NEGATIVE - Depressed - Zero self esteem - wont complain even if in horrible pain - Emotionally drained/unfeeling - Extremely timid/fearful
King outwardly gives off a humble, hardworking vibe. But inside, he is terrified of being not good enough, and views himself as an abject failure at everything.
abilities
Shape Shifting: Full control-He can easily, and without struggle, transition from Human, to Corgi and back, even when distracted
Increased Strength/Speed: Low- due to poor nutrition as a child, his strength and speed are only on par with a very fit human, and most shifters can easily out pace/out lift him.
Heightened Sense: Average- his sense of smell, sight, and hearing are all on par with other shifters.
backstory
King was born to a pair of humans. His being a shifter being a matter of extra marital activities on his mother's part, which resulted in a bitter divorce, where neither parent wanted anything to do with the 'freak'.
Going into foster care, due to a lack of willing adopters for Shifter Children, he found himself being moved constantly, before being adopted, full time, by two people who barely qualified as human.
Meredith and Evan. Wanting a pet, not the responsibility of caring for one, they adopted the boy, who had been given a name, but never learned what it was, called him 'King' and forced him to live as a dog, eating dog food, but otherwise caring for his own needs.
When his adoptive family entered him into a dog show, he won first place. They began to use him as a cash cow, until the day a shifter judged was able to determine he was not a dog.
Throwing out the 'failure' they went back to their scheming, leaving the abused teen to learn how to be a normal person. Having been raised for close to a decade as if her were a dog, he will flinch when people raise their hands or voice, and sees any kind of failure as a horrific crime, and expects to be struck for it.
misc
His pain is now yours.
roleplayer info
☆ NAME Dremulf
☆ RP EXPERIENCE Since Time began
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☆ GENDER Dad
☆ AGE Older than the Internet
☆ OTHER CHARACTERS many
☆ FACE CLAIM Kenji-Bungou Stray Dogs
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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.
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.
