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 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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The thick milkshake dribbled from the table, ice cream making a large glob atop the table. A frown played over Elliott's face as he gazed over the volume of the mess. Cleaning the sticky catastrophe would be easy, however, the stranger's drink was long sacrificed for the manifested mess; it was hardly worthwhile. The flash of a smile from the dark-haired stranger prompted Elliott to return the gift. A soft grin touched his face, the warmth reaching his dull-brown eyes. The young man seemed nice, the green-haired man enjoying his time in his company.
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The sandman offered everything, from the dampened cloth to the handful of napkins captured between his fingers. When the man stated his preference, Elliott offered the cloth. Unlike the stranger, the green-haired man's milkshake remained intact, thus, he hoped to spread cheer despite the misfortune. Once his hand was freed, Elliott adjusted the napkins in his hands before moving closer to the mess. Carefully, Elliott plucked the remaining, sticky, icy chunks from the table, placing it into his offhand, which had a second napkin draped over.
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"I'll try and get the thicker stuff, then you should only have to wipe it up," the green-haired man stated. "I hope that makes it easier."
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Once he gathered a reasonable amount of the sticky substance, Elliott hurried to the trashcan. The milkshake-covered napkins were tossed amidst the trash, the sticky residue coating his delicate hands. The stickiness was felt as he flexed his fingers, leaving a small frown. Fortunately, the green-haired man shook it off, returning to the stranger while carefully avoiding touching his clothes.
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where is your good when all i see is your inner darkness
Awkward in practice, Elliott was not the most advanced in conversation, however, he, fortunately, learned to be serviceable in the art. When the kitsune’s eyes greeted him, there was a faltering to his gaze resulting from his inner timidness. Nonetheless, he continued with a small, contented nod at the simple question. There was neither rudeness nor malice behind the nod, merely a wish to confirm the sights that beheld his eyes. The stranger exhibited visible embarrassment over the situation that played out in front of many.
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The mentioning of handling the situation brought Elliott's eyes wayward, gazing past the man at the spilling milkshake. He could already imagine the stickiness of the mess spreading across the table and shortly joining the seat. Every droplet only made the kitsune's circumstance of cleaning worse, the stickiness likely requiring a spray down rather than a mere wipe up. Fortunately, the parlour in its intelligence had invested in what appeared to be plastic picnic tables. Thus a simple run of cloth over the sticky surfaces would remove their uncleanly state.
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The sandman handed over the tissues captured in his fingers. Without hesitation, the green-haired man handed over the few tissues he had.
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"No problem," Elliott quietly responded.
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The beginnings of the cleaning the proving difficult because of the stickiness and somewhat thick liquid. The sandman's eyes softened as he watched, feeling bad for the lack of sufficient materials he gave. Though, as the stranger's attention returned to him, help was requested.
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"Yeah, maybe I will ask the booth if they have a cloth... and maybe some more napkins," the green-haired man said.
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Shortly afterwards, the green-haired man quietly retreated from the table, heading towards the booth. The line was gradually thinning out, thus, Elliott reaching the booth counter became easier. Upon reaching the front of the line, the sandman asked for the cloth and a few napkins. The worker quickly handed over everything, stating their wishes for the cloth back. Hastily, the green-haired man returned to the dark-haired stranger.
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"I got everything, this should make it easier, or at least I hope," Elliott stated, offering the napkins and cloth.
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The cloth was damp and held in a separate hand, the water dribbling down onto the green-haired man's fingers. The waterdrops tickled his skin, however, never travelled far from the cloth over his hand. Meanwhile, the napkins were tidily pinched between his fingers.
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"Do you want the napkins or the cloth? One of us can clean and the other can scrub," he offered.
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The plan was simple, one of them using the napkins to cut through the milkshake and the cloth to remove the remnants of stickiness and milkshake. While the large mess would take some time to clean, Elliott was optimistic that they would manage their way through.
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where is your good when all i see is your inner darkness
Sweet, cold milkshake poured heavily over Elliott's tongue with every sip of the delectable drink. The frosty drink summoned a smile across the green-haired sandman's face as he released the straw. Inside his dull brown eyes were shining flecks of contentment from a successful milkshake mission. His gaze drew across the scenery, admiring the pale sands and listening to the background noise of laughing people. The green-haired man's steps paused, smiling at the people around him as his eyes proceeded to wander about.
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Gradually, his gaze accomplished a full circle, returning to the beachside parlour. A quick sweep was accomplished of the line of like-minded patrons purchasing and consuming milkshakes. A simple glance transformed into surprise conquering Elliott's expression. The front of the line had been occupied by a man with a unique colouring of hair who promptly transformed into a galaxy-coated kitsune. Never had the green-haired secretary met a creature with a unique pelt that was not of luciae descendants.
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The young man never meant to conduct some staring, however, the gorgeous colouring of the stranger's pelt was impressive. Alas, only moments into his staring would tragedy strike. The kitsune had settled himself at a table to lap up the contents of his milkshake, only to have the cup topple. Frosty and smooth vanilla milkshake poured over the ground, table and seat, leaving an impressive mess. The sandman's hand covered his mouth, astonished by the minor incident. In meagre moments, Elliott moved, heading to a cleared dispenser and grabbing some napkins.
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Admittedly, the secretary felt bad for the kitsune's loss given the heat of the summer afternoon. A pleasant drink to cool oneself was well-needed on an intensely hot day. Though, part of him additionally wished for the chance to spend his afternoon genuinely accomplishing something. He merely planned on wandering the beach, thus, lending a hand was considered a small time-waster. As the man turned to grab his own, the green-haired sandperson stepped before him, hand extended with white tissues pinched between his fingers.
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"Um... if you want I can help you clean it... I saw what happened," the green-haired man frowned. "It's so hot today, so it really sucks that happened."
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He offered the stranger a small smile, hoping to ease any frustrations over the sudden spill. While he possessed no plans on replacing the spilled product, a little assistance in the clean-up department. The sandperson was hopeful it would assist in brightening the kitsune's day at least slightly. Unfortunately, beneath the eyes of another, Elliott felt nervousness rippling through his heart. While amiable in action, Elliott was timid in response, struggling to maintain eye contact in the upkeep of conversation or offering of assistance.
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where is your good when all i see is your inner darkness
Summer always led to days brimming with heat, the sunshine gifting Lorsette with plenty of glorious days. The softest hint of an embracing breeze warded the warmth enough to provide pleasant comfort. The outside world was primed to perfection for Elliott Fleming's enjoyment. Through the years, he exhibited an innate enjoyment of warm days. The manner the sunlight's heat embraced him being as familiar as a friend's hold. Thus with a holiday from work, the summer's day was bound to lead the sandman out of his home and into the wondrous sensation of warmth.
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Down the sidewalks, Elliott wandered, a single goal taking front stage in his mind. During the late spring days, blogs and news posted reviews that mentioned the opening of a milkshake parlour nearby Starlight Beach. The compliments given to the small parlour suggested plenty of varying flavours alongside a pleasant chill to relieve the heat. Additionally, the walk granted Elliott personal time, a concept everybody required on occasion. The opportunity existed and the green-haired sandman craved the chance to use it.
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Merrily, Elliott waltz through the summer heat, a soft grin playing across his countenance. The simple notion of purchasing a milkshake easily managed to raise the sandman's spirits. There was pleasant haste to his steps as he admired the heat against his skin. Every step carried him closer to Starlight Beach, however, people began surrounding the young man. In summer, Starlight Beach became a popular location for both tourists and locals. The heat prompted people to escape the constricting warmth of home and escape into the colder waters of the ocean.
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In silence, the green-haired man weaved through the crowds, carefully avoiding others. The attire he wore was well-suited for the occasion with Elliott sporting a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Additionally, his hair was tightly pinned up into a bun, keeping the locks away from his neck to avoid excess heat. The man's amber eyes flitted about curiously, searching for the familiar sign shown in pictures of the parlour. As he noticed the small building, Elliott stood for a moment, admiring the adorable little building covered in windows before entering.
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Inside, there was a surprisingly limited amount of people. Many had already fetched their icy beverages and were happily sipping away. The cleared-out parlour warranted Elliott the opportunity to approach and hastily exchange funds for his favoured drink. He quickly handed over the required money and ordered a classic chocolate milkshake. Once provided his drink, Elliott gave a happy thanks before turning on heel to retreat out the door. As he pushed open the threshold, Elliott took a sip of the ice cream beverage, smiling around his straw as the sweetness panged against his tongue.
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Upon leaving the parlour, Elliott glanced around, contemplating the remainder of the day. The man began walking away from the milkshake parlour, drink in hand and eyes glancing around. The beach scene was a comfortable area and while the green-haired man neglected to bring a swimsuit, a walk around the beach seemed pleasant. Thus, the court secretary lingered around the parlour, slowly walking around Starlight Beach and enjoying the heat.
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where is your good when all i see is your inner darkness
Lacking a body without particular interest, Elliott is considered average in the field of height and reaches a mere 5’9”. His form has little presence, maintaining the regular appearance known for his family. He is a slender build man, flat-stomached and leaning further towards the terms of skinny. Despite his underwhelming height, Elliott exhibits a lankiness with his overall build. Disproportionately long arms and fingers are among the more notable signs and his short torso leading to subtly longer legs. Collaborating with his tendency to stay inside and having an office job, Elliott possesses a snow-white complexion. His pale flesh lacks blemishing, only breaking under the reckless movement of papers.
Sharpened features are an easily noticed trait across Elliott’s face. A sharp, pointed nose reaches from his face and is framed between a pair of high cheekbones. They lead into a thin jawline and sharp, pointed chin. Accenting the shape of his face is a pair of thin, green brows. The left has a small break in the middle. Below them are a pair of dull brown eyes that lack any bright and flashing colours. The most notable and admired trait of Elliott’s is the sleek locks of green hair cascading from his head. They possess a shine to them, showing the man’s steady care for his hair. They are straight and regularly brushed, reaching approximately the middle of Elliott’s back. He enjoys wearing his hair down, but during work hours Elliott does use a ponytail to bind the longest locks of his hair. Regularly, this is done in the fashion of a messy bun.
There are two sets of clothes used by Elliott on a day-to-day basis. When off work, he prefers comfortable wear from long-sleeved shirts and sweaters on most occasions. On warmer days he is willing to dawn short-sleeved shirts, however, rarely is he seen out of sweatpants of some sort. During work hours, Elliott wears semi-formal wear with a pair of slacks and a fitting dress shirt. He does require glasses, however, Elliott does wear contact lenses a majority of time and only wears his glasses occasionally.
Sand Manipulation -- Advanced The ability to control and create sand, allowing the user to successfully manipulate it. For the purpose of DIY projects, Elliott learned his sand manipulation. He can smoothly move and manipulate sand, even allowing the young man to combine it together to create sand castles or thin it out. From a defensive and offensive prospective, Elliott is completely incapable of anything. Should he try to use it for more combative means, Elliott would quickly tire out due to not being used to using his ability combatively. Rather, Elliott is adjusted to the notion of dexterous sand manipulation, allowing him to edit and slowly move sand with precision rather than speed and efficiency. Extensive use can tire Elliott out, however, this regularly just leaves him a little weary-eyed.
Dream Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to control, create and enter the dreams of others, allowing the user to create good dreams or frightful nightmares. As a sandman, Elliott enjoys creating beautiful dreams for others to enjoy. It brings him joy to assist others, the man able to create things inside dreams, change scenery and walk into the dreams of others. He does hold the capability to create nightmares, however, refuses to use it. Inside dreams controlled by Elliott, himself and the other occupant are completely safe. Injuries received during the dream will not transfer over unless simulated by other sources (i.e. sleeping on your shoulder wrong, falling off the bed, etc.). The more consent he has from the person to control their dreams, the easier Elliott can accomplish that and the less energy he requires. His dream manipulation will gradually wane energy, however, it only lowers when he is manipulating the dream. Excessive manipulation in the night can result in a night which is not restful.
Flight -- Advanced The ability to fly without the use of wings. The power of flight allows Elliott to have many uses, however, the primary of the ability for Elliott is using it as a levitate to grab items from high places. Rather than use ladders or chairs, he regularly just levitates to easily procure the item before returning to his feet. Though additionally, Elliott does use this as transportation for busier days during emergency situations with his boyfriend. It is rare for Elliott to use the ability recreationally, his flight being mostly used to levitate or fast travel when required. Extensive use of his flight can lead to exhaustion as a result. As he grows more tired, the more risk Elliott has to crash and get hurt.
Cloaking -- Beginner The ability to hide oneself or others from sight. Never requiring it, Elliott refuses to use his cloaking ability. It additionally became more of a concern given the problems his boyfriend needed to overcome. For his comfort, Elliott refuses to use his ability. Should he try, Elliott would tire hastily and only be able to cloak small objects.
Naturals: Immortality, Night Vision
backstory
Making ends meet was always difficult for the Fleming family. Being a family of poverty, digging their way out appeared to be an endless vortex of obstacles. Thus, when Abigail Fleming became pregnant and the father walked out days after the discovery, the sea of troubles was a tumultuous tidal wave. With an ever-fattening belly and few places to turn to, there were limited options, leading Abigail to return to the home of her birth. Upon the birth of her first and only son, Elliott Fleming, family values were long instilled into their blood. Since the days of his youth, he could remember the faces of his grandparents, young from immortality and ever-smiling. Then his mother, a shining beacon in the world with a heartbeat conducting a soothing rhythm over his soul. He was a child with a stunning family despite their impoverished roots. They have him the necessities and extra, even working overtime to provide for the bouncing baby boy. Around the clock each worked, assuring the child would be maintained and kept safe, and it made Elliott appreciative.
The arrival of elementary school was greeted with budgeting on Elliott’s lunches and seemingly endless worries of being unable to afford him proper clothes, shoes and school supplies. Always, Elliott’s clothes consisted of hand-me-downs from friends or the cheaper pieces his mother could afford on her poorer wage. Even with the assistance of his grandparents, they struggled in getting by and trying to raise the young boy. Everything would be purchased, however, always in pieces and abrupt requirements for replacement goods caused difficulties in the budget. At an age too young, the child realized the difficulties with money. Every item he received became a valuable trinket, from the pencils to the smallest eraser for school to the shirts he received. The young child cherished it all in desperate hopes of alleviating his mother’s struggles. Despite this, Elliott would ask for things, always small and inexpensive trinkets he could play with, but even those were denied at times because of the unfortunate circumstances.
The green-haired boy held little possessions to his name. It showed in the surprise glimmering in his eyes when offered school held toys or books. Though, never could Elliott bring anything of his own and show and tell became basic necessities rather than genuine items. Teachers understood the situation behind quiet doors, however, the children would exhibit confusion. In the aftermath they badgered him, a portion made fun of him and others would outright bully him. Poverty was a concept difficult to understand unless handled by a child. He believed him to be a foolish boy for being unable to have toys or his parents as cruel, when the reality was the funds were limited to the harshest degrees. The words got to the young child, as it would any lonely one searching for friends would. He inquired about it to his mother, telling her about the cruelness of the bullies. An upset child searching for comfort and advice about the future. The steady tears rolling down his rounded cheeks. Everything he needed, his mother inevitably provided, yet, the price of transparency she would pay.
Mid-elementary school, life at home changed drastically. Despite working the familiar minimal-pay job she always had, Abigail Fleming abruptly possessed the funds for newer items. His mother provided him more allowances to choose varying toys much to the child’s delight alongside different clothes of improved quality, the child even being capable of choosing. When asked about the sudden influx of funds, Abigail references plenty of hard work alongside a mighty pay raise. Childhood naivety blinded Elliott who merely grinned broadly and scurried about to enjoy the things his mother showered him in. In silence, his grandparents questioned her because of the volume of funds allowing her to move out of home and into a small trailer park abode. Alas, his mother was a broken record, repeating the same sentences she had with everybody else and refusing to budge on another notion. It was merely a well-needed pay raise and nothing else, but the quantity proceeded to peak interest.
The timing of giving arrived late for young Elliott, however, the child discovered happiness in loneliness. He focused on his studies, discovering calmness in being on his lonesome. Team projects became dreaded, meanwhile, solo works brought him joy. Yet, in the aftermath of elementary school as people matured from middle school, Elliott made a few small connections with his fellow students. The young man held a small, sanctionable friend group and discovered a pleasant sense of ease among their ranks. They were the extroverts while he played the role of the introvert who tagged along and hoped for the best circumstance. He was a quiet man, dutiful with school work and managing himself excellently with his classes. His initial years had been lonesome, however, the final moments possessed the suitable amount of social interaction for the young introvert. As he worked towards finishing up high school, Elliott began looking into occupations and schooling to debate his future. He prayed for a proper job, the type that warranted independence and allowed for the deep breath of freedom he craved. Everything he had alongside the moral backbone was all thanks for his mother who he viewed as a hard-working, caring woman.
Thoughts of his mother's courage and capabilities prompted Elliott to work harder, eventually finding himself his first job. A simple store clerk was the first occupation Elliott ever held, however, the young man was always churning out resumes and improving them. He analyzed everything he accomplished, forging everything to better himself and his working standards. The long-haired young adult wanted to manifest pride inside his mother’s heart, prove to her that he could manage himself. Through the years, he gained the necessary work experience and learned plenty from his peers. Eventually, Elliott handed in his resume for a court secretary position, his endless work towards something bigger showing itself when he received a chance with the arrival of an interview. Despite his nervousness, Eliott attempted his hardest to charm and impress the people giving the interview. He remembered anxiously waiting in the aftermath, praying he would be called back and able to prove to his mother he could work his way up. When he received the acceptance and call back, excitement filled his veins as a smile lit his face. Sharing the success with his valued mother only made the occasion better as she clapped and cheered for him. It summoned a stirring sense of joy inside his chest.
From the beginning, he worked hard at his job, the young adult working himself to the bone. He learned hastily from others as his excitement rose and his feet bounced. Eventually, he gained the monetary stability to gain himself things beyond a vehicle, the young man moving out into a small duoplex. The small home was perfect for the young man with just enough space being provided without things becoming overwhelming. He discovered himself a slice of happiness in his new home and the pride stirring within him brought a hop to his step. Finally, the son felt as though he lived to his mother's expectations, and he wished to bring himself higher in her standards. He grew up craving his mother’s pride and it remained steady through his young adult years as he worked harder and became stronger in the working field. He received the additions he required, from minor raises to plenty of praise. The young introvert fed off it, his mouth drawn in a genuine smile. His golden eyes sparkled through the days and his relationship with his mother only grew stronger... until it all came crashing down.
The evening started off normal as Elliott made himself a batch of popcorn and settled himself down for a movie night. Through the day his fingers typed messages to his mother and when the answers became delayed, he assumed she was working overtime. In the dimmed darkness of his basement, Elliott enjoyed every precious second of his movie. He believed his mother would message back when the time arrived. Unexpectedly a knock arrived at his door, confusion playing in the young man’s eyes. He paused everything, leaving the movie behind to check who was at the door. His stomach dropped at the uniforms on the other side, the familiar reds and oranges of a TRS hunter. A pang of anxiety dropped into Elliott’s stomach as confusion flickered in his eyes. Though the explanation that arrived shattered the green-haired man as he learned the truth on how his mother managed to gain the monetary stability required. Everything he thought his mother represented, hard work, perseverance and morality shattered when he was informed it was discovered his mother was a part of the Assembly of Phantoms... The money gained those years ago arrived from the dastardly organization and they wished to speak with him to know if he knew anything about it. He informed him he knew nothing about it, and as they asked further questions, it became more evident.
For the first time, Elliott entered a state of numbness after learning his mother was nothing compared to the woman he believed her to be. She represented herself as something beyond normal people, yet, in her wishes for a better life she turned somewhere dark. When she first called him, he remembered not accepting the call because of his uncertainties and discomfort. Over the numbed out days his grandparents called, telling Elliott all about how Abigail did everything for him. Accepting the Assembly’s offer to take care of him, to provide him the things he wanted and needed. Everytime the excuse burned into his ears, he felt disconnected from the people he labelled as family. There were plenty of other options before gaining a side income from the Assembly of Phantoms, furthermore, his mother refused to tell the TRS any of the information she gained on their behalf. There was a belief there, something beyond the desperation of requiring an income, and Elliott upon the realization refused to contact her and over the years he fell out of communication with his grandparents as well. He began living a lonesome life, uncomfortable with returning to regular communication with his family.
Everything resulted in Elliott fixating on work, spending every second working harder and blocking out the numbness enveloping him. His friends noticed his change in attitude, how he struggled emotionally with the abrupt discoveries. His face grew neutral because of his misfortunes as he wished to push away any thoughts of his mother. Luckily, a close friend of his began to notice his struggles, and thus they got to work. It began with taking Elliott outside the house and allowing him to breath fresh air. Though in their days of realizing their friend’s lonesome nature, they hatched a plan. There were months spent helping Elliott recover from the truth of his mother’s actions and in the aftermath, his friend mentioned having a special plan. When his confusion arrived, the explanation resulted in it promptly subsiding. His friend planned a blind date, and naturally, Elliott held skepticism about the occasion, however, his friend never steered him wrong before, thus he listened. Everything moved forward from there, his friend informing him the person he would be attending the date night with was a man named Alec Metzger.
When the evening of their blind date arrived, Elliott discovered himself a mixture of nervous and awkward upon meeting the purple-haired man. Between them, conversation began slowly as neither showed social adeptness in the circumstance. Though, over time the pair began making the small mutual connections between one another, and gradually everything became easier. Their blind date kicked off well as the pair gained a sense of closeness they never expected to arrive from a blind date, however, it was enough to prompt them to try. The two started on courting terms, getting to know one another further before eventually making their relationship official. In the years, Elliott became closer and closer to Alec, finally discovering someone who was his mental equal and capable of giving him the comfort he required. Even as he learned about the illness plaguing the purple-haired man, Elliott only showed how he wished to stick alongside him. Over the few years of their relationship, Alec and Elliott moved in together, easing into a comfortable life together. The comfort he discovered with Alec was something the green-haired man needed after losing his family to disturbed opinions, Elliott found something to latch onto.
- Elliott has a clear disdain for the Assembly of Phantoms because of his family’s ties and additionally how they used his family’s lack of wealth. He further fears them from a manipulation standpoint. - As it currently stands, Elliott has mixed feelings about his mother and grandparents. He understands they worked with AP to assure he would have a good childhood, but it does not change their actions.
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