Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
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[attr="class","grTextSub"] WASTING MY LIFE LAYING AROUND AND DOING NOTHING, INSTEAD, I WILL BE LIVING EVERY DAY TO THE FULLEST I CAN! THIS IS MY LIFE!
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The blond always managed to discover a method to concern others, however, never intentionally. A chronic injury-prone nature haunted him, acting as a shadow following his footsteps. Always looming behind, awaiting the instant it could strike again. Fortunately, it exhibited itself in purpling skin, oozing cuts and filthy scrapes with only the occasional curveball of a fractured bone or clean break. A broad, yet, gentle smile stretched over Jagger's lips as he hugged Wolma into comfort. Today, the looming shadow that followed him would be thwarted by his part-plant part-human companion.
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Nothing could cease the adventure! At least, the angel hoped his new friend could keep pace with his clumsiness. If not, Jagger always assured to have his phone safely tucked away for sudden calls to his father about a recent sprain or break. Foreign words escaped the woman's lips slowly. The blond raised a brow, uncertain of the words' meanings. He barely comprehended the English language, making anything outside of it appear as a nasty challenge. His inabilities were already taken into account with the point of her finger, which directed his eyes towards a turtle shell.
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"You found a turtle shell?!" He gasped in excitement, seemingly forgetting about the "cryptic" words. "Have ya ever seen them in the water, Wolma? They are really cool!"
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Evidently, the young man thought his companion was merely pointing out the intriguing turtle shell. His eyes happily beamed at the interesting piece of nature before finally returning to Wolma. Across his face was a goofy grin, similar to a child given their favourite candy. He failed to even notice her motioning to his skin, the attempts at nonverbal explanation being lost in his giddy excitement. The touch regained Jagger's attention, the gentle touch of her fauna hand tickling his. Cryptic words were followed by English, perhaps a translation for his sake?
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The young man listened, hearing her stumble over the final word, but understanding the context clues. His arrival to Lorsette involving meeting someone of similar verbal incapability. A boogeyman named Mitchell Gravisk. From his experience, Jagger gradually learned to understand little slip ups, however, Mitch seemed a little more familiar with English than Wolma. He smiled softly through her flush, attempting to be supportive of her attempts.
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He nodded after her success. "Yeah, I gotcha! I'm a little clumsy, so I probably need people to worry about me."
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The words were punctuated with a soft laugh as Jagger rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. Slowly, Jagger returned to his feet and offered a hand to Wolma. It was about time they proceeded through the wilderness around Lorsette. In Jagger's vivid imagination, they were heroes exploring the "wild' wilderness of Lorsette, brave and strong-willed.
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"Well, we should continue our adventure!" A chuckle escaped his mouth. "It's almost like a video game, I'm the warrior who stumbled all over and your the world's best healer!"
[attr="class","grTextTop"] I'M NOT GOING ANYMORE DAYS
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Rough tumbles were not uncommon for the young, blond-haired man. Through his youth, Jagger grew adjusted to the endless bumps and bruises of life. An inevitability of life, and chronic clumsiness at seemingly every turn. The young angel was accident-prone, nothing severe, but enough to assure these small wounds would occur. Rarely was Jagger genuinely bothered by receiving injuries, especially of this callibre. He survived broken and fractured bones from the worst of incidents alongside his fair share of nasty cuts that required constant attention.
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Thus, the bubbling laughter from the depths of his throat was a natural reaction to the goofy manner he tumbled. These painful sensations were minimal compared to the laundry list of incidents tangled in his history. He attempted to lift himself from the ground, the blond entirely complacent with accepting the consequences of clumsiness and injury-pronity. The teen hardly glanced about, until the sharp tug of his plant-covered friend tugged him back into a sitting position. The tone of her golden eyes mingled with her expression made what she communicated clear; he was not allowed to rise yet.
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An awkward, soft heh escaped Jagger’s closed lips as his expression shifted into apologetic. Thus, he listened to Wolma, eyes wandering until arms wrapped around him. His countenance shifted to shock as his brilliant blue eyes flitted. Obliviousness filled him as the blond smiled lightly and slowly returned the hug. He thought it was accomplished out of care and worry. There were plenty of people who grew attached quickly, and Jagger was not in the department to pass judgment.
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“Hey, don’t worry, Wolma! I’m alright, a couple bumps and bruises won’t stop me,” Jagger comforted quietly.
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When she reached for something on the ground, Jagger pulled away, confusion on his expression. Within the woman’s hands was a small tortoise discovered in the grass. The blond tilted his head slightly to the side, wondering what the man’s plan was. Shortly, her hands grasped his, the warmth of her magic tingling through his flesh.
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“What are ya doing, Wolma?” He asked quietly.
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The young angel still lacked a firm grasp as to Wolma’s capabilities, however, she was accomplishing something. Afterwards, an unfamiliar word graced his ears, but his friend’s expression spoke volumes. A gentle uh left the blond’s lips as he laughed in an awkward, soft voice.
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“Sorry, Wolma,” he responded quietly.
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The blond disliked worrying his friends about his well-being. It was never intentional, rather, he always proved injury-prone in practice! Even in a cushioned room, Jagger could discover a way to receive an injury because of his clumsiness.
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[attr="class","grBody"]Excitement brimmed through the blond’s veins at the thoughts of treasure, adventure and glory. Initially, he believed it would be a solo mission, but the addition of Wolma was a pleasure beyond thought. Spring air swirled around them, the scents of flower and chirping of birds. The lightweight woman clinging to his shoulders was a mysterious friend, however, an incredible and magical one. The clumsy blond was not expecting the interjection of magic throughout his body, but it arrived nonetheless, courtesy of the interesting, new friend hitching a ride atop his back.
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His legs moved faster than usually, propelling him down the short path. A gentle ‘whoa’ of amazement escaped his lips as his blue eyes widened upon noticing the unique trait. It explained why the woman composed of flesh and plants secured herself to his back. She was a magical backpack! Capable of allowing him to run faster and move quicker. It became clear to Jagger that his luck had turned a little brighter by granting him a wonderful friend to spend his time with. Somebody who granted him magical powers!
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“Wolma, you are so cool! WHOOOOOOOOO!” The blonde cheered as continued forward.
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Closer arrived the gapping trees, growing sparse as they entered the meadow. A content laugh escaped Jagger’s lips as he hurried forward.
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“Look Wolma! We made it!” He shouted triumphantly.
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Alas, true to the fortunes of the young blond, his safety failed to last forever. The top of his foot slid beneath one of the final branches and abruptly the world beneath him disappeared. A gasp left his lips as Jagger tumbled to the ground, hitting the dirt with a light thud. There was pain as future bruises revealed themselves in reddish marks across his flesh, however, rather than become upset, Jagger began laughing. The laughter bubbled out of the cheerful blond as he planted his hands beneath him, lifting himself from the ground.
[attr="class","grTextTop"] I'M NOT GOING ANYMORE DAYS
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The repetition of the foreign word failed to answer the young blond’s inquiries about the meaning of said word, however, he contemplated shrugging it off. Rather than gather all the information, he could rush into the fray of it and discover the true meanings for himself. Whatever a… ‘naturfiend’ was, Jagger was certain he would figure it out with some experience! It was more fun rushing in and solving it, similar to a puzzle. Thus, a broad grin accented his brightened face, his mind getting into the game rather than questioning further.
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Their adventure of wandering into the meadow would already be a magnificent journey, and Jagger was certain of the notion. The plant girl was not heavy, rather, making herself a presence over anything else and the blond could not complain. Excitement stirred inside him from the existence of his new companion and the places they would uncover. Thus, the simple question of where was greeted with an ever-broadening smile. Broken English hardly bothered Jagger given his friendship with another male, Mitch Gravisk, who similarly struggled in the topic.
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“Wanderer’s Meadow!” He pointed forward triumphantly onward. “Maybe we will find something cool! Like buried treasure or something!”
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The grin on Jagger’s face remained bright as he explained the destination. Shortly, his feet began moving, heading towards the infamous meadow outside of Lorsette.
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A promising companion and plenty of adventurous spirits, Jagger felt prepared for whatever faced them inside the covenant Wanderer’s Meadow! Already, the blond knew he was armed and prepared for an enjoyable time. He managed to knab himself an intriguing friend, a woman of nature and human, a curious creature that Jagger thought was incredible! Parts of the angel wished he could accomplish the incredible feats Wolma showed she could do. A capable heal, using her magic to mend together with his flesh and a neat plant-human hybrid that hid amidst trees!
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The blond turned his back to the nature woman, a broad grin stretching across his face. He was determined to have their adventure to be the greatest. Through the branches of swaying trees and leaves of underbrush was their destination, not extensive, but a perfect short trip. As he prepared himself to continue, a light presence jumped atop the young man's back. A soft 'huh' escaped Jagger's lips as he glanced over his shoulder best he could. There, he saw her, the peculiar word escaping her lips lifting a brow.
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"Nature... what?" He murmured in confusion.
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Despite the befuddlement from the words, Jagger began with gradual steps. The woman was surprisingly light, staying secure and balanced on his back as she pointed. Thus, the blond was not bothered by following her directions, instead smiling and strolling forward with his radical plant friend clinging to his shoulders.
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[attr="class","grBody"]Freshly dusted and healed, Jagger was bouncing with energy and prepared to proceed on his journey. Even without the hastened recovery, the young blond always managed to maintain his heightened and adventurous spirits. After his freedom from the restraints of drugs, Jagger felt a necessity to make up for those missed-out years. The angel jumped on the balls of his feet, excitement pumping through his veins. Only increasing his wishes for adventure and enjoyment was his procured healer and friend. Finally, there would be a person to enjoy an adventure with him, and the thought brought him happiness.
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The mutual bouncing and clapping from Wolma only confirmed Jagger's wishes! A friend to walk alongside him on their epic (not really) adventure through Wanderer's Meadow! A triumphant grin played across the clumsy man's lips as he placed his hands on his hips. Once they were both on their feet and prepared to go, the blond gestured for Wolma to follow him from the treeline and into the tall grass. Though at the question for where the angel paused and chuckled to himself for a moment; that was important knowledge of his fellow adventurer.
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"Yeah! I guess you need to know that, bud!" Jagger merrily stated. "Anyways! The plan is for Wanderer's Meadow! Not too far, but I wanna look all around there! Well everywhere! Like imagine! You go into the wilderness and BAM, already know where everything is! It would be so badass!"
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His plans were happily announced by the blond teenager. After seemingly being avoided by a few of the students at school, Jagger was determined to prove himself among them! He was a teen with wishes of fitting in, the average given his vulnerable age. Though, he, fortunately, had been graced with now two friends to his list! The pro-gamer Mitch Gravisk and the radical plant healer, Wolma! With the words stated, Jagger turned away and began strolling into the high grass of the meadow.
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[attr="class","grTextSub"] WASTING MY LIFE LAYING AROUND AND DOING NOTHING, INSTEAD, I WILL BE LIVING EVERY DAY TO THE FULLEST I CAN! THIS IS MY LIFE!
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[attr="class","grBody"]Always one to graciously dance in life's flow, Jagger's eyes gazed on with excitement. Curiosity shone brighter than any star in his sapphire hues. Throughout his short life, the angel's healing capabilities were limited and long stifled from years spent suffering under medication. Thus, the blond held an interest in the plant woman's capabilities with her powers. The tiger-like crouch of the woman was unnoticed by Jagger, however, to his fortune Wolma appeared to possess no ill-intentions for the young, adventurous boy.
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The woman's fauna hand wrapped around his hand, the plant life appearing to gain liveliness as the process started. Immediately, Jagger's jaw dropped as he stared at the flourishing fauna. Gradually, the pain tickling his poms dissipated, waning until it became nonexistent. The easiness stirring within Jagger prompted him to ease beneath her gentle, fauna-absorbed hand. As her hand pulled away, it revealed recovered scrapes. A gasp left the blond's lips at the sight of his mended hand. The young man was impressed by the woman's capabilities.
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"WOW! You really can heal! You're amazing, Wolma!" The blond happily cheered. "I couldn't imagine doing this!"
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The angel was amazed at Wolma's capabilities in healing. Throughout his life, he could never manage to learn the healing ability to its fullest potential. A broad smile played across Jagger's lips as he examined his hand. Slowly, the angel stood to his feet, dusting off his clothes.
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"Well! I need to continue my adventure, but, you can come with me if you like!" Jagger gleefully cheered out.
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Once at his feet, Jagger gestured for Wolma to follow him. The meadow was his destination, and Jagger was determined to proceed on his adventurous journey through nature.
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[attr="class","grBody"]Brilliant colour sparkled in Jagger's eyes as his curiosity sparked to the highest degree. The stranger moving about the branches above possessed traits the blond never thought possible. It fascinated the curious child, maintaining his attention without hesitation. Astonishment remained on the teen's expression the longer he observed the woman of the trees. He watched the stranger move, clearly transfixed by their unique body and features. The creature above Jagger was something he never observed, and he reveled in the opportunity.
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Quietly, Jagger watched as she dropped from the treetops, returning to the ground below. The blond's smile opened as he gradually lifted himself from the ground. His wounded hands were wiped against his jeans, leaving remnants of blood and dirt. The scrapes burned from the action, however, Jagger proceeded nonetheless. When the stranger smiled, the blue-eyed child returned the favour with a brighter smile. The stranger spoke, a name being provided in the single word. A sense of excitement showed itself in a subtle hop in his standing.
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"Is that yer name?" He asked, cheer brimming in his voice. "Well, I like it! Anyways, Wolma, mine is Jagger."
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The teen was hasty to return the favour, his friendliness motivating him. Curiously, he observed the young girl, watching her stance where she remained close to the dirt. Slowly, the blond kneeled to reach a somewhat similar height to Wolma's position. A peculiar hand reached towards him, prompting subtle confusion into Jagger's eyes. However, the single, broken word reached his ears, and after a year of learning Mitch's language queues, the blond had an idea on the hint.
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"You can heal me? Am I getting that right?!" He began before his countenance brightened. "Wow! I wish I could, I ain't good at the whole healing thing... and it makes me tired, so it's really stupid."
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The angel provided one of his hands, his eyes shining bright. His eyes watched the wounds, his interesting piquing with the realization of Wolma's words. The ability to heal was an ability Jagger struggled to gain a firm hold of, thus, it left the angel curious.
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[attr="class","grBody"]Stirring within Jagger's heart was the endless sense of adventurous spirit. In the early hours of the weekend, the rowdy child woke, dressed and gobbled down a breakfast prepared by his father. Haphazardly, clothing had been thrown about the room as he prepared himself his Saturday plans. Hastily, the child left the room, dressed in a simple white shirt and pair of naturally ripped jeans; something considered a throwaway. A happy laugh escaped Jagger's lips as he hauled his backpack over his shoulder. At the insistence of his father, the young boy took a water bottle alongside a small snack.
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A seemingly neverending sense of joy invaded Jagger as he hopped off the deck. The countryside of Lorsette summoned intense happiness for the young and originally sheltered young man. During the warmer months, the blond fancied the notion of exploring the world around him. The first moments of his freedom were greeted with the deepest breaths and widest smiles. The restraints upon Jagger's life were lifted the instant his father rescued him from his mother's overprotective grasp. There were no more "medicines" or laying dazed on the couch for hours alone.
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He jumped forth, ears listening to the buzz of the world around him. Above him, the birds swooped and chirped in the mid-spring breeze. For years the avian wildlife existed, yet, Jagger's eyes observed them with glints of amazement. Everything small he missed out on from his mother's decisions and control became long admired aspects of life. Through the old dirt paths into the forest, the angel strode. The skip in his step was evident as his eyes wildly gazed about, brimming with life and happiness as he admired the breeze shuffling through branches and movement of animals beneath the brush.
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Longer strands of grass tickled at his legs as he proceeded further. Every gaze revealed new parts of the forest, yet, his wandering eyes witnessed the parting trees on the brim of a large meadow. The grin upon his countenance widened as his eyes shone bright, sparkling in the sunlight. The young boy's steps hastened abruptly, curiosity filling him as he travelled beneath shaded branches. As he closed in on the border, the young boy's eyes drifted about before catching a glimpse of something. A soft 'huh' escaped his lips as the young boy narrowly passed.
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The boy turned, feet proceeding to move as he took backwards steps. His blue hues stared up, noticing an abnormality among the swaying branches, yet, before a word could be uttered, his heel abruptly hit a fallen branch. A startled 'woah' escaped Jagger's parted lips as he fell back, hands running into the dirt. Only moments later would Jagger shake his head, refusing to fixate on the soft stinging of his scraped palms. Carefully, his eyes searched the trees above, noticing a shape among the branches above.
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"Woah!" Surprise flickered in Jagger's eyes as he pushed himself off the ground. "Who are ya? And damn, you look hella sick! Like woah, cool!"
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The angel called from the ground, feet shuffling about in an attempt to gain a better gaze at the mysterious creature of the trees. Perhaps it was a dangerous game, however, the carefree child thought nothing of the potential risks.
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