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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The Staff
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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.
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Stubborn and revenge-lusting, a determined gleam proceeded to shine in Nathan's eyes as he maintained his straight-back posture and fearless stance in front of the lieutenant. Authority would not be rudely pushing him around immediately, if anything, he demanded respect from his peers. Without, Nathan would undoubtedly reciprocate those disrespectful remarks, hesitance a nonexistent quality after being pushed beyond that point. Years ago, Donovan toughed out the rigorous training program, successfully graduating and becoming a full-fledged hunter. He would accomplish similar, no matter how hard they pushed him or dragged him down, Nathan knew he would fight through a graduate from the TRS training program as his brother had. Avenging the only person who genuinely lived up to the title family was important to the young vampire. A single foolish decision on his part resulted in Donovan meeting his early demise, thus Nathan believed it was his duty to join the TRS to carry on Donovan's name. The vampire's eyes narrowed the longer the lieutenant spoke, something about the older man's demeanour suggesting he already disliked the new recruit.
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Whoever this lieutenant was, it quickly became obvious there was dislike between them, however, Nathan refused to be beaten down. Listening to those bitter words only influenced the determined teen to prove this dumb bastard wrong. Prior to joining, Nathan was trained in self-defence by his brother and furthered himself after his brother died. A growl rumbled from his throat when the lieutenant mentioned finding him a different job.
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"I AM NOT CLEANING ANYTHING! I WILL BE A HUNTER!" He snapped loudly.
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Anger was an impossible force to control at times, especially for the mourning young man desiring to revive the legacy of somebody he cared immensely about. Brotherly affection was the only familial connection Nathan truly possessed since his busy parents were hardly home. Abruptly, the vampire listened to the disrespectful tone, eyes widening in shock before narrowing into anger. He loathed the lieutenant, nobody spoke about his brother like that.
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"FUCK YOU! DONOVAN HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE HERE!" He screamed at him, pained by the callous words. "YOU CAN'T DO ANY BETTER, ASSHOLE! AT LEAST HE DIED PROTECTING PEOPLE! AT LEAST HE DIDN'T ACT LIKE A FUCKING PRICK LIKE YOU!"
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Fists curled hard, nails digging deep into flesh, however, Nathan was seething with anger. Somebody had the AUDACITY to disrespect Donovan, and it was taking every fiber of his being to avoid throwing fists at the lieutenant.
A determined sheen evident in his yellow-green eyes, Nathan refused to crumble into a cowardly state in the presence of authority. Nobody would control his decision or deter him from finally avenging his beloved brother. When Donovan died, everything at home shifted and in a house filled with servants, the young, wealthy vampire suffocated in loneliness. Friendships were nonexistent as sorrow firmly grasped him and everybody meaningful to him was pushed away. Enough tears were shed while mourning the loss of his nanny and brother. He promised himself to remain strong, insisted on removing people who could potentially cause him pain should an Assembly creature discover them and kill. The overwhelming pain discovered in lost froze over Nathan's heart and anybody could notice how the young boy hardened since becoming a man. Proudly, Nathan displayed the tags worn by his brother, the young vampire always keeping them close after Donovan's early death. Evidently, the lieutenant noticed those shining tags resting idly on his chest, secret pride being successfully hidden in the man's face. When the old stranger stated he must be Donovan's brother, Nathan nodded in response.
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Narrowed eyes filled with steely determination as the lieutenant stated what he would enjoy viewing. Make or break, everything was leading up to the moment where he finally graduated and became a hunter.
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“I will tough it out, cause I’m not giving up,” Nathan responded in a low growl.
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Somebody needed to avenge Donovan and assure his sacrifice was not in vain. His brother protected him, thus he was determined to use his life to defend others so those feelings of mourning never arrived too early. The vampire's fists clenched tight as he stared up at the lieutenant, refusing to budge from his position. Success was crucial to carry on his brother’s legacy and NOBODY would hinder his path.
Straightened posture designed to manifest the illusion of superiority and perhaps to intimidate. Observations from Nathan's yellow-green eyes provided a variety of body language based signs of the lieutenant's general attitude. Similar behaviours were displayed in the vampire's father, the pair evening holding a similar height. They were taller than the male average and therefore taller than him, however, these tactics failed to deter the steely young man. Years of his father's futile attempts to tame his rebellious and short-tempered attitude essentially made him immune to these intimidation tactics. The vampire's eyes narrowed into a glare as he addressed the lieutenant, evidently unappreciative over the attempts to frighten him or perhaps, make him grovel at his feet. Defiance flared in Nathan's yellow-green eyes, undertones of determination burning inside those orbs. Several years passed since his brother's death, and he refused to finally reach the proper age only to be intimidated by some old bastard thinking he could be deterred. The repeated words were responded to with a curt nod, Nathan avoiding complete respect.
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Posture was maintained, dog tags shining brightly despite the meagre light bulbs in the room. The named etched to him not belonging to the young vampire, but rather the man who inspired him to join the TRS, to begin with. Donovan Beckard, his beloved older brother who was maliciously murdered because of his foolish decision to follow him that evening. The significant dog tags he carried around with him everywhere, the sign of pride in his brother. When the lieutenant stated he was fresh into adulthood, Nathan nodded in response. There was a seriousness expression on Nathan's countenance as the older man spoke. The vampire refused to submit and quiver beneath this man's words; he refused to be intimidated! He listened to the lieutenant proceed to speak, courage evident when he explained there would be plenty of hard work.
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"I don't expect that," Nathan countered in an annoyed tone. "I want to be judged just like everybody else. I don't expect special treatment."
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Undoubtedly, the arrogant teenager expected to succeed in the program, but he was aware there were training requirements. He witnessed Donovan go through his training, thus Nathan was thoroughly aware the courses would never be easy. Without hesitation, the vampire met the lieutenant's eyes, fearless and filled with determination. Nothing could make him turn back from his decision. Honouring his brother and continuing his legacy was more important than his feelings towards a certain lieutenant.
The birthday which changed everything finally arrived and passed, allowing Nathan to be labelled as an adult male. Early September passed quickly, the vampire mentally and physically preparing himself for the rigorous training of the TRS courses. The hasty preparation phase surprised his parents, the opportunistic pair attempting to persuade Nathan to never join the TRS as a hunter. They believed their persuasion was working, however, the young, green-haired man merely wished to live up to his brother's legacy. Undoubtedly, Donovan was a fantastic hunter and somebody who upheld the safety of everybody around him. The younger brother's plan would finally commence today. He dressed, pulling on a white t-shirt, black pants and a camouflage sweater. Once clothes covered his frame, Nathan snatched the keys off the bedside table. They jingled as he shoved them deep into his pants pocket and grabbed his wallet shortly afterwards. The vampire knew he required his driver's license to prove he was officially a full-fledged adult. Without hindrance, Nathan walked through the manner, heading down to the large garage where his small car was.
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Smoothly, he entered his car, the driver's side door closing behind him before he finally pushed the key into the ignition. The vehicle fired up, Nathan promptly backing out of the garage to drive down to the TRS headquarters. Throughout the drive, excitement roamed his veins, the vampire smiling broadly at the thought of finally joining the TRS. He parked up front, entering the headquarters, where he paused briefly. Eyes wandered around the interior, the long reception desks and solid wall colours making the headquarters appear like an average office building. A woman sat at one of the desks, her gaze moving to lock on him.
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"Hello, may I help you?" She asked in a cheerful tone, a lip-tight smile stretching across her face.
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Slowly, his gaze locked onto the woman as Nathan began to approach the desk. In a fluent manner, the vampire fetched his wallet from the depths of his pocket.
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"I wanted to sign up to become a hunter," he explained.
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The driver's license got plucked from the cardholders in his wallet before being placed onto the desk for the woman's eyes to view. Carefully, the blonde woman adjusted her glasses while her delicate hand grabbed the license, gazing over the card, assuring its valid. A small smile graced her lips as she provided a satisfied nod then handed the identification back to Nathan. While the green-haired man placed the driver's license back into his wallet, the receptionists grabbed a stack of papers, placing them onto the desk before handing him a pen. There was a brief explanation of the contract until silence reigned, the woman waiting to possibly assist should it be necessary. Footsteps echoed from behind him as Nathan gradually proceeded through the registry applications. Somebody spoke, the green-haired man's eyes locking onto the old man wearing a pair of stars on his chest; a lieutenant. Despite the man possessing a high rank, Nathan refused to be intimidated by this individual. He proceeded carefully writing down answers, finishing the last few areas.
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"I am eighteen, so I don't need permission," Nathan explained in a sour tone. "So I am signing up to become a hunter."
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Mild annoyance was evident in Nathan's voice as he responded to the lieutenant, evidently displeased somebody was under the impression he was foolish. Signing up before the age of majority was impossible, especially considering his parents refused to sign the papers. The straightened posture the lieutenant displayed resulted in Nathan accomplishing similar. He turned around and stood straight, legs together, arms positioned at his sides. The vampire pushed himself to finally reach this position, and he would be damned to allow anybody to get between him and his dreams of vengeance. The Assembly took everything important to him, and he was prepared to take it back.
A mission was chosen, Nathan mentally preparing for the upcoming combat situation. Excitement mixed with an overwhelming sense of giddiness over participating in a mission with his former mentor. Hints of uncertainty would occasionally enter Nathan’s mind because of Silas’ amnesia, but ultimately this opportunity to reconnect left a lingering sensation of innocent excitement. The mixture of emotions made it impossible for the vampire to maintain an air of calmness, the nervousness, joy and excitement all intermingling to create a soup of uncertainty. Silent prayers filled his mind, the green-haired hunter hoping he could regain the strong connection he held with Silas prior to the man’s demise. The brotherly aspect of their relationship assisted in filling the hollow void left in Nathan’s heart after his brother passed away. Through those darkest years, the vampire discovered support from a few people, however, he failed to move on despite it. The only person attempting to tear him down was the accursed, old fart of a lieutenant. Never did compliments escape the old man’s lips and instead incessant reticule towards himself and his deceased brother. Thus, the redhead was easily a welcoming face for the green-haired vampire after the constant insults flung by his own lieutenant. The inquiry about Silas’ occupation returned Nathan’s gaze to him.
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Words were stated as Nathan nodded at his mentor? “Yeah… you also helped trained people… it would have been mostly fighting.”
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The jobs of a TRS elite hunter were endless, but the primary were tracking down terrors and Assembly members were the most crucial. Villains lurked around every corner, and those affiliated with Zeredah were who the TRS fixated on. Briefly, the vampire glanced over himself, assuring he had everything he needed for their newly taken mission. Strapped to his hip was a small scabbard which firmly held his military grade Bowie Knife, the only item he truly required. The leather hilt and long blade were things he grown used to, allowing him to use the trusty weapon in a variety of ways; even for cutting into his flesh to use his blood against his foes. When asked if he was ready, Nathan merely provided a nod before standing straight and began walking down the hallway to leave the headquarters.
The notion of joining his former mentor on a mission was delightful to Nathan, especially after the man's absence. However, mild anxieties entered the vampire, thoughts swirling and formulating a possibility which somewhat frightened him. Considering all those memories were lost during his death. There was a chance the mentor who trained him could have changed immensely because of these life experiences, making it difficult to gauge if reconnection was possible. Nonetheless, the green-haired hunter found himself praying he could re-establish a relationship with Silas. Gradually, the vampire was maturing from his needlessly sadistic state, although, Tristan was the man contributor to those changes. While occasionally there would be cracks in his behaviour and he would become extremely aggressive, hot-headed and rude to people who have wronged him, the learning experience was the most crucial. There was a small nod in response to Silas stating he was still considered an elite hunter, the vampire glad to hear the man's rank was restored. The mission he grabbed appeared to be an excellent start, especially considering the pair had not worked together in years.
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The question referring to the bulletin board was responded to with a nearly inaudible hmm as Nathan glanced at his mentor.
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"Well... sometimes terrors can be stupidly fucking sneaky. So mission postings here are more or less just investigations into confirmed sightings, but where the terror hasn't been killed yet. Usually, it's disguisers or something more annoying rather than lethal like pipsqueaks. Althooouuugh, sometimes you find stuff like this," Nathan answered as he gestured to the mission he was currently holding. "Either way, the scouts can lose terrors, so hunters get sent to those areas to try and sniff them out with some assistance from scouts. Basically, it is a 'focus your skills on this' kind of thing."
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The explanation was lengthy, but Nathan was not bothered by thoroughly explaining the bulletin board. Under most circumstances, there were numerous flyers about recently seen Assembly members. It was filled with wanted individuals labelled under both their alias and real names (if possible).
Providing assistance towards fellow hunters was an action the mask would never accomplish, however, Nathan held a soft spot for the man who trained him. There were few people who managed to soften the exterior shell the TRS hunter created for himself, especially since it was designed to scare others away. However, anybody else who attempted to manifest softness between them would receive the usual threats. More connections meant more chances to possible lose somebody important to him! Under most circumstances, Nathan could be referred to as hot-headed and arrogant, especially towards the old lieutenant who pestered him constantly, but Silas cared for him after losing his brother. Even Donovan's old friend, Amon, became quite distant, however, the elite hunter was enigmatic and mysterious as usual. The smile on Silas' face was reassuring, the vampire feeling as though centuries had passed since he last witnessed his mentor smile. The thanks provided, Nathan smiling as he led Silas back towards the bulletin board. When they agreed to attend a mission together, Nathan grabbed a tack, pinning up the mission he previously had originally decided.
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The question referring to which mission they could potentially accomplish, Nathan, shrugged. It was a miracle he discovered the mission he originally grabbed, but now he required one for two people.
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"I'm not sure... What level of hunter are you? Still an elite or?" Nathan asked, raising a brow.
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Understanding the hunting level Silas was at would be crucial for figuring out which mission they should take today. Carefully, he looked over the mission board, soon grabbing a mission involving a medium risk terror. He read over the information, attempting to assess if the mission could be suitable for them.
Almost everybody had given up when Silas entered Nathan’s life as his hunting mentor. A majority of people were frightened by his outwardly sadistic mask optimized for keeping others away. However, it never stopped the man the vampire tackled to the ground moments prior. Somehow, his former mentor wiggled his way into his life, making himself a crucial consistency. Contrary to what some people would believe, the green-haired hunter craved that comfort again. Tears brimmed from Silas’ eyes, a frown settling on Nathan’s face as he offered to assist his former mentor to his feet. In the vampire’s mind, the redhead was the strongest man he knew, somebody who would never cry no matter what hardship he was forced to endure. This instance of vulnerability was simply something the vampire never expected from Silas, however, he refused to judge his former mentor for it. The training regiments allowed him to form a connection with Silas, and thus, he was determined to reform their relationship. There were obvious changes in his mentor’s demeanour, the most noticeable being the sensitivity he held when the green-haired hunter stated he wished to remain friends. Throughout their interaction, Nathan attempted to maintain a small, reassuring smile, although, it was difficult.
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He narrowly adjusted to displaying a colourful array of emotions to Tristan, but it was a slower process warming up to others. When he felt Silas’ hand grasp his, Nathan assisting in heaving the redhead to his feet.
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“Well… I can try and help,” Nathan responded quietly as he helped Silas to his feet.
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There was a pause when Silas mentioned returning the mission to the bulletin board. Briefly, Nathan glanced at the bulletin board before gazing over his own mission.
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"Maybe... we could go on one together?" Nathan suggested.
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Accomplishing a mission together would be similar to old times when Nathan was being trained by Silas. There was a chance doing these activities they formerly participated in could job his former mentor's memory, at least, the vampire hoped.
Pure determination flooded through Nathan when he chased down his mentor, refusing to allow the amnesiac to attempt the risky mission ripped off the board. Allowing Silas to die from a stupid decision, especially considering it appeared the redhead's upset emotions were possessing him to make these reckless decisions. Fortunately, a certain green-haired vampire cared immensely about his former mentor and would not allow him to makes these foolish decisions. The lunge was accomplished out of desperation, the green-haired hunter praying he could successfully tackle Silas to the ground. Once he leaped, the vampire was sailing through the air, arms outstretched as the distance between himself and his former mentor was closed. Promptly, his body collided with Silas, the vampire's arms wrapping around his former mentor. His full weight was placed onto the wraith as he landed, resulting in the pair toppling to the ground. The fall itself hardly bothered Nathan considering he was cushioned by Silas when they landed on the tiles. Deep breaths were taken as the vampire loosened his grip around Silas, his yellow-green eyes hard as he stared down at the amnesiac.
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"DON'T YOU DARE GET YOURSELF FUCKING KILLED AGAIN!" Nathan screamed before Silas could speak.
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Quietly, Nathan hovered over him, soon listening to the upsetting question which escaped Silas' mouth. A soft sigh escaped the vampire's lips when his mentoring began tearing up from being unable to remember. A softness entered the green-haired hunter's eyes, pausing as he attempted to puzzle together what exactly he should say.
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"Silas?" He mumbled, displaying a platonic friendliness. "You will remember one day... and even if you don't... I still want to be your friend..."
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"My name is Nathan... It's fine if you don't remember that," Nathan stated, finally providing his name.
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Afterwards, he slowly rose from the tiled floor, hand extended towards Silas to offer him assistance up. Since his former mentor was an amnesiac, and despite being entirely forgotten, Nathan cared about the man acted similar to a brother. Besides, he was among the most incredible people in his life.
Deep breathing was accomplished, Nathan planning on temporarily ignoring the name question on account of the stirring emotions manifesting problems. People he cared intensely about were being taken away from him, and while Silas returned, the memories were stolen from the redhead. There were few words he could state in response to the wraith's amnesia, thus the vampire found himself resigning to silence instead. Thoughts were jumbling in the green-haired hunter's head, the man merely providing a nod, yes, as an answer for the question his former mentor asked. There was a step taken away, the vampire's yellow-green eyes watching as Silas created distance between them, Nathan raising a brow. Suddenly, a difficult mission was yanked off the board, Nathan's eyes widening in worry when the wraith snatched it and began running. Instantly, the green-haired vampire enhanced his speed and sprinted after him. Losing Silas was forbidden, especially in a similar manner the pleasant man died the first time. The vampire's heart was beating rapidly as he chased behind the redhead, worry evident on his expression as he hustled behind his former mentor.
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"SILAS, COME BACK! PLEASE!" Nathan called as he frantically chased down his mentor.
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Each step brought them closer to the shadows, thus Nathan attempted to sprint as fast as possible. The distance was gradually closed, the vampire leaping in desperate hope he could manage to grab Silas. He refused to allow his former mentor to escape and possibly meet his demise again.
There were endless painful experiences throughout Nathan's history, thus witnessing Silas' amnesia resulted in a moody frown touching his face. Evidently, the vampire was both angered and upset after be provided information about his former mentor's current condition. Amnesia was a mysterious illness for Nathan, especially considering the lack of data he possessed over the condition. Unfortunately, the russet-haired man would be unable to remember the positive experiences in the TRS (and his favourite apprentice), Silas' first experience apparently related to somebody throwing a garbage can at him. Despite the upset in his mind, Nathan managed to exhibit traits of confusion obvious on his face. Brows were furrowed, one being raised higher as he unconsciously moved his head slightly to the side. There were underline tones of upset beneath his expressions, the deep frown which breached his face and the sorrowful emotion evident in his eyes. Quietly, he listened to Silas' story which explained the memory loss and even his feelings currently; admittedly, Nathan was mildly surprised by the openness the amnesiac was displaying.
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Once the explanation was completed, a soft sigh escaped Nathan's lips as he released Silas' arm. There was a brief pause as the vampire glanced away briefly before gaining the ability to speak.
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"Don't worry about it," he mumbled. "... You did a lot for me when I was younger, so I can't really be mad..."
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Sorrow remained behind Nathan's eyes as he took a step away, yellow-green eyes scanning the wraith. A frown proceeded to stay on his face, the vampire becoming uncertain of what he could do to mend what occurred. The green-haired hunter wanted his former mentor to remember everything, but there would be plenty of work needed to possibly allow that to happen, and Nathan was uncertain of where to start.
Offended, angered and wounded by Silas' lack of consideration towards his desire to become privy to his return from the Purgatory. The elite hunter assisted in his difficulties in mental healing after the traumatic loss of his brother, Donovan, thus Nathan wished he could have become aware of his return. There were few people who managed to assist with his recovery, Tristan somewhat completing it by transforming into somebody the vampire could lower his guard around. Finally having somebody to converse about anything with was soothing, allowing for Nathan to finally achieve a state of calmness, although, failed to completely vanquish the mask. Sadistic traits were still displayed whenever somebody attempted to create social situations, a trait displayed to ward people away. However, the vampire found himself slowly lightening up, but the old lieutenant who constantly bothered him did not assist the situation. With narrowed eyes, Nathan stared at Silas, still upset the man left him and never returned to become his friend. There were numerous things the vampire could have caught up on with Silas, most importantly being his new boyfriend, but it appeared the redhead was disinterested.
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There was a pause when Silas mentioned being unable to remember him, Nathan maintaining a tight grip on his former mentor's arm as he stared at him. Shock settled in, the vampire becoming uncertain on how to respond to the notion of his close friend being unable to remember him. A mixture of surprise and confusion remained evident on the green-haired hunter's face until Silas asked an interesting question.
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"Wh-what?! Why the hell would I do that?!" Nathan exclaimed, extremely perplexed by the notion.
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Throwing a garbage can at Silas was definitely not an idea which crossed Nathan's mind, thus the inquiry confused him. The vampire kept his grip on the redhead's arm, a brow furrowing as he waited for the wraith's answer to the strange question.
Down one direction was an empty hallway, brick walls leading to the maze of other hallways and rooms, most probably being mere offices where mission requests were typed or scouts carefully observed cameras throughout Lorsette. Nothing was important to Nathan down that hallway, the green-haired man merely shrugging before lazily shifting his head towards the other direction, expecting similar results or a fellow hunter. There was a fellow hunter down the hallway, marked by the dark main colouring with the red highlights across the uniform, accenting it with a colour which popped against the base. Evidently, the individual was among the hunting division's elite forces, resulting in a curious brow lifting as Nathan's gaze slowly drifted up; who could this mysterious individual lurking through the hallways be? Eyes widened when the vampire's yellow-green eyes finally reached the man's face, surprised to discover a familiar person wandering through these hallways. The green-haired hunter froze, shock entering him as he watched the ghost wonder these hallways, unchanged from the days before the news of his demised reached Nathan's lonesome world.
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A dead man was walking through these hallways, somebody who the vampire believed would never be seen again. Silas Darian, once his mentor walked down the hallway, heading towards the mission board. The green-haired hunter's eyes locked onto him, unable to process the notion of the redhead being alive, and not providing the proper greeting for his favourite apprentice; at least, Nathan arrogantly believed he was the favourite. When the movement ceased, Nathan scrutinized the elite hunter, confused by why nobody made him privy to his mentor returning. Since the loss of his brother, there were few people who managed to touch the sadistic vampire's world in a positive light, but Silas was definitely among the few. Throughout his training, his mentor worked strenuously to build trust and friendship between them, Nathan once believing he was finally recovering from the painful loss only to have Silas die in an Assembly altercation. There was a long pause before the vampire regained the ability to speak.
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"YOU'RE ALIVE?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Nathan exclaimed, unable to contain himself. A hand reached out, attempting to grab Silas' arm. "WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU CAME BACK?!"
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Nobody informed him of these developments, although, it would probably be because of the fear Nathan manifested in the hearts of others on account of the rude manner he treated them. Nonetheless, the vampire felt offended nobody could have told him Silas returned, but most importantly, the man himself never bothered to search him out for a conversation. There was plenty to catch up on, and yet, one of Nathan's few friends could not make time to at least inform him of his return?! Anger boiled in the green-haired hunter's veins, the ignorance to his own feelings upsetting him immensely.
Autumn leaves littered the ground wherever somebody would walk as Lorsette gradually transitioned to winter. Trees became skeletons, their dark branches reaching towards the cloudy skies above. Sunlight was entirely blocked out from the thick clouds hiding away the azure skies above. A brisk wind blew through the city, embracing Nathan as he slowly walked down the sidewalks, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Around his wrist was a temperature regulation bracelet, the magically charmed jewelry allowing for the vampire to remain warm despite the cold autumn winds. Wrapped around his torso was an unaltered TRS uniform, the orange stripes signifying his position as a regular hunter. People could easily realize he was not among the elite based on his colours, however, Nathan did not care remotely. He believed he was plenty capable, the TRS officials probably being unable to realize how much he deserved the title of an elite hunter. Today would become merely another day of work as Nathan continued down the pathways to the TRS headquarters. Under most circumstances, the vampire would drive to work, but today he managed to get up in the early hours and had not enjoyed a pleasant walk in a while.
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Gradually, he arrived at the front doors of the TRS headquarters, pushing through them into the main lobby. A quick wave was given to the secretaries before Nathan turned down the hallways to check the available missions of the day. On a large bulletin board was a variety of mission postings related to suspected terror activity in the mentioned areas. These were missions which did not require immediate attention, those who required more instantaneous fixation was given to trusted members via radio information. Quietly, the vampire glanced over the bulletin board, searching for a potential mission to accomplish before being placed on guard duty for the remainder of his shift. The green-haired hunter's yellow-green eyes scanned over the mission postings while his mind pondered recent events. Months prior he had been called into the TRS to be informed he would be given an apprentice to train, which was an annoying notion. The attitude he displayed apparently resulted in the foolish higher ups deciding he was deserving of some pathetic apprentice to train; worst of all, she was proving to be a handful. Fortunately, she had recently graduated which meant he would no longer be forced to handle her.
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There was an annoyed frown on Nathan's face as he skimmed through the mission board, eventually finding one and plucking it off the board. The job appeared simplistic and based around the belief a troublemaker was wandering around the wilderness, particularly around Mount Skyline. Carefully, the vampire read through the synopsis, providing a nod of satisfaction before folding the slip and placing it into the depth of his TRS uniform coat. While he wished for a better mission to display his immense skill, the arrogant vampire wanted to complete his shift before heading home to spend time with his beloved Tristan. The beautiful man was an incredible individual, and Nathan always desired plenty of time around the wonderful blond, although, he worried about Tristan potentially getting hurt. After being informed about the blond man signing up to become a TRS scout, the green-haired man constantly concerned himself about his health. Arms went to the sky, the green-haired man stretching his arms and shoulders before glancing around to check for anybody else who could have potentially entered the area. There was still an identity to maintain, a sadistic mask which allowed him to frighten everybody around him.
Relationships were difficult to maintain because of the mutually respected goal for happiness and prosperity, although, Nathan quickly learned he needed to consistently ponder Tristan’s needs and desires as well. They were planning to be together as a couple, which meant worries and sacrifices were required to allow one another a moment of personal bliss. Unfortunately, the trait the vampire was required to relinquish slightly was his overbearing protectiveness of the human’s well-being. Alas, Nathan could be pessimistic at times, resulting in fears manifesting about Tristan potentially being injured. When the blond melted against his hand, providing him a promise, the vampire’s eyes softened as he slowly pulled his boyfriend into a tight hug. Carefully, he rubbed Tristan’s back, enjoying the shared body heat created from their closeness. There was comfort discovered as he tightly hugged his boyfriend, even doing the length to display his affection through innocent snuggling. The blond was among the few Nathan cared about, and he was determined not to lose him, especially considering he was a positive influence. Around Tristan, the sadistic hunter tended to behave himself, his attitude changing to show a kinder man, albeit, still hot-headed as always.
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The whispered words related to finally heading home, Nathan gave his boyfriend a tight squeeze before slowly releasing. There was no motion to leave as the vampire stared at his lover for a few moments, taking in the appearance of the individual he loved immensely.
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“... I don’t know what I would do if I lost you,” Nathan murmured quietly as he took Tristan’s hand.
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With the hug discontinued, Nathan settled for tightly holding his boyfriend’s hand. Slowly, the green-haired vampire led Tristan down the sidewalk, keeping his beautiful blond man nearby as he headed towards home. Once they proceeded, the arm snuggling started again, which brought a small smile to the hunter’s face. Comfort could easily be supported by the wondrous sensation of Tristan providing affection. Minutes passed as the pair quietly continued walking, evidently pleased with one another’s company. Eventually, the large manor managed to come into view over the horizon, Beckard Manor’s tall height making this an easy accomplishment. As they approached the wrought iron gates, a single statement from the blond made Nathan’s cheeks redden. There was plenty of implication which came with the word ‘spoiling’, but the green-haired man knew the word indicated a more physical type of romantic scenario. As they crossed the threshold and onto the main path leading up to the large steps of the manor, Nathan leaned closer to whisper in Tristan’s ear.
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“Not if I spoil you first,” he whispered softly.
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There was nothing better than bringing pleasure to Tristan. The mere thought of receiving a treat of special private time brought joy to Nathan, however, the mentor forgot about a certain problem in the basement. Instead of pondering the job he was given, the vampire led his boyfriend upstairs and into their bedroom for his special treat.
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