Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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season
Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Xander made his way towards the morgue. Even the thought that Lisa may be there, was not enough to improve his mood. The anger in his eyes, his posture, the way he BREATHED, was enough to make everyone passing him in the halls, hug the wall as he walked. His mind went over the call again, and again.
Mr. Xander? We need you to come down and identify a body. We believe it to be a young man by the name of Ollivander Grayson. He was found in severe condition, and unfortunately passed while our surgeons attempted to save his life. There are a number of tattoos and other bodily markings, but his face is...we will not be able to use facial recognition to identify the body.
Xander was sure it was Ollie. Kid wasnt part of the TRS, but Xander had taken him in, kept him off the streets. Ollie had said something about, about finishing 'it'. Kid had belonged to a gang, left them, it hadnt gone over well. This was probably tied to that. and if it was, may all the gods have mercy on those who did the boy in.
Because Xander sure as hell wasnt.
He pushed into the morgue room and scanned the tables. He didnt know where to begin looking, and chose to wait for whoever was in to show him the body.
Xander smiled, it was a pleasant smile, although his intent was to flirt, but rather, to be friendly.
"If you send me a message at my number, i will save your number, easier than writing it all down. You drive carefully, i need to get back up to the ICU and make that trainee wish he had never seen the light of day."
Xander waited for her to close her door, before pulling his shirt on. It was still damp, but otherwise fine.
"It would be my pleasure, fair lady, to escort you."
For a moment, if one did not know better, they would have thought him a prince from a period play, or the least a noble.
And for a time, he had been a noble, in France. When one lives a long time, they learn to adapt, but also to enjoy themselves. He made sure to tuck his still drying shirt into his back pocket, setting the lab coat aside and choosing to go shirtless. He was far more resilient in regards to the cold than modern humans.
Xander raised an eyebrow. Not that he could say anything. There had after all, been that Hellhound that followed him for a few centuries. She could have qualified as a pet, in a manner of speaking. He had been a bit disappointed when she went and got herself killed during that war of traitors ordeal.
"TRS hunts Terrors. Outside of that, a few of the hunters freelance, take up bounty hunting. They wont exactly stand by while some hooligan goes around killing dozens of people for no reason, but really, as long as you don't work with terrors, or try to use terrors to commit crimes, you should be fine. That being said, you and your apprentice should be watchful of a few select individuals. Not because they are out to get those like you, but because they are, to be blunt, morons." He sighed, rubbing the back of his hand.
"The shifter in RnD, you'll know him when you see, always smells like burnt fur and chemicals. Zephyr. Good kid, but he has a habit of blowing things up while focusing on some new project. Then you have his cousin. Lycan named Roland, not a bad person, but hes batshit crazy. Wears a mask to hide his facial scars. Wears red all the time. One of the best hunters in the Canadian TRS branches. But hes like a pressure cooker bomb without a proper timer. no knowing when hes gonna go on one of his adventures, looking for the next fight. Or orgy."
Xander looked at her. she understood at least in part.
"To you, i am human. To humans, when they learn what i am, i am not a human. I am half 'cave human' and half 'proto human'. i am an animal to most of them. Humans are...complicated. There are good ones, ones who will not hate you, simply because of what you are. But they are, seemingly in the minority." He shifted his footing a bit.
"One thing ive learned, over the thousands and thousands of years i have been skulking about. Humans are fearful things. If they do not understand what it is, they fear it. Their reaction to fear, is anger. the things they fear the most, are the things that look like them, without actually being like them. You only have to look at how they treat each other, based on tiny differences." He stopped held up one hand, the fingers were longer than those of his father's people, but thicker than modern human would have.
"My clan, my family, was wiped out, by my mother's people, because they feared the Neanderthals and the half breeds like me. Humans...are fearful, but violent creatures. But there are good ones. And they are worth seeking out. For what it is worth, even if you are not human, you are still a person, in my eyes."
He sighed. Reasons to live, to wake up in the morning? He could name a few. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, opened up the photo gallery and scrolled down. He stopped when he reached a certain picture, and held it up, screen out.
In the photo were 10 dogs, lazing about on a large bed. They ranged in obvious age from puppies, to very old. several had missing limbs, one had heavy cataracts over its eyes, and one was covered in burn scars.
"Each rescued. Each with a story to tell. They give me reason enough to wake up in the morning."
"I'm part of the plain clothes guard at the event. As for the kind of immortal i am, well, thats hard to say. I dont know if i should call it a gift, like others do, or a curse, like i feel it is sometimes. I'm human, but ive been alive so long, im not sure i can really still claim that."
He leaned against the wall, looking thoughtful.
"When I was born, my mother and father were thrown out from their respective Clans. My mother's people, well, those of you in anthropology would call them 'Early Homo Sapien'. My father, he was one of the Winter People. Or as you call them, 'Cavemen'. Neanderthals. I grew up hunting beasts that no longer exist. I was there for the domestication of the wolf, into Dog. Helped build the pyramids. Took part in the war between Sparta and Persia. Drank wine with Julius Caesar. Fought alongside Napoleon. when i fight in battle, my wounds do not heal. But when the battle ends, the wounds close up, and its as if they no longer exist. If you looked hard enough, you could find evidence of me in almost every Era."
His eyes darkened a little. "I've watched mankind rise. Seen it fall. Only to rise again. I've lost count of the times i lost my mind."
He wasnt sure why he felt safe sharing this with her, but perhaps it was because he felt like he needed to make her understand, that eh understood her desire to not have to change locations.
He offered a closed lip smile, an old habit from tens of thousands of years ago that still lingered. Never show teeth. Its Aggressive.
"Yeah, four aught nine, five nine, five aught. And if you cant reach me there, head to the TRS offices if its an emergency and just ask for me there. I run the training program, and cell reception isnt great inside the pocket dimension."
He blinked twice before adding, "Also, if you find yourself in need of...disposal, i could handle it. Lot of people die from surprise terror attacks. wouldnt be the first time ive dealt with...unsavory types by putting them among the victims of the Terrors."
Xander nodded. "I'm no stranger to needing to keep things...confidential. Lich, eh? I've come across a few of your kind. they range from lazy, to murderous. All too human, for something said to be inhuman. Names Xander, or at least, thats the name i go by these days. I change it up every few hundred years, to keep it modern. I appreciate the map. Hopefully i wont have to visit the hospital too often. One of my Trainees decided to try and fight a Boggart on his own. Harmless enough, the boggart, until you cross it."
He paused. "Tell you what. I'm free, if you'd like to chat. It can be...lonely, living so long. i can maybe give you some pointers. I'd be willing to bet ive been knocking around the earth a little longer than you have."
Xander paused. She was also immortal? NBot that he hadnt encountered other immortal beings, but, they rarely looked so...human.
"As close to it as you can get, without being a god. I knew the Greek 'doctor' who wrote most of those early writings about the human body. I was old by then, already. Old Enough to have known the people behind most Greek myths. And Norse. I also knew Da Vinci, and he was as opposed to being corrected as the Greeks."
He stepped back, tensing a little. His instincts told him to be more wary, although there was still no direct threat, something was at least dangerous in an indirect sense.
"I dont know what exactly you might be, but i am no threat to you, so long as you are not a threat to me. I'd prefer we keep things...friendly."
Xander managed to find his way to the office of the lady in question. He didnt say anything as he entered, but he did take the time to look around. there was a lot to see. Diagrams, textbooks. He spotted an ancient textbook, with a Greek title and couldnt help but chuckle, and mutter "Fool. Told him humans didnt look a thing like cows on the inside. Too damn full of himself to admit he was wrong."
He paused, realizing he had spoken aloud. Immortality wasnt that rare, but he still preferred to keep his state of life, and his age, a secret. It disturbed some people to realize they were talking to a 'real life caveman'. They tended to think he was slow witted afterwards, or enchanted to be smarter.
They rarely understood that, compared to his full blooded neanderthal father, he was quite stupid. His people had been stupid, by any means, they had just been resistant to change. Why try to improve something that worked just fine as it was?
Xander glanced at her, something felt...off, but not dangerous. He shrugged, he worked alongside all kinds. He trusted his instincts.
"I'll take you up on that. Embalming fluid isnt something i particularly enjoy the smell of." He made use of the shower, washing his shirt at the same time. His canvas jeans would be fine, a heavy dosing of scented spray would cover them fine, his shirt, however, was silk, and the fluids used to preserve bodies would not be kind to it. Stepping out of the shower stall he pulled the lab coat over his bare chest, his shirt would need to dry before it could be worn, but his pants were fine.
He glanced at himself in a prep mirror and choked with laughter. He looked like a white coated Sephiroth from that game the trainees had been all hyped up over. It would have been perfect if he had a black wing or two. Too bad he was just an immortal human, and not a fallen angel.
"Lost isnt quite how i would put it. Try getting turned around in the Saharan Jungles. Well i guess you cant, since they dont exist anymore. But you get the idea."
He pushed the body upwards,to assist in getting it off the floor. He wasnt upset over the body landing on him. He'd had fully eviscerated corpses, still warm, and in some cases still twitching, tossed on top of him before. Once he was on his feet, he helped resettle the corpse.
"I will go ahead and apologize for that. Lady up at reception said the bathrooms were two lefts, a right, and down a flight of stairs. Well i did that, stairwell kept going down, no doors heading off at any other landing. If you could direct me to the restroom, i would greatly appreciate that."
He glanced at his clothes, which were lightly stained with whatever fluids had been on the floor. Nothing a bit of soap and water wouldnt fix.
How hard is it to put some damned signs? the receptionist at the hospital desk had said to take two lefts, a right, and down a flight of stairs. Here he was, in a dark hall, below ground, watching for the bathroom that you would THINK would be clearly labeled. He let out a primal grunt, that might have been mistaken for a large ape, if someone were listening from a distance.
He rounded a corner, and promptly smashed his thigh into the corner of a metal table, tilting forward with a crash, he opened his eyes to see a pair of glazed over eyes looking at him. The table he had struck, had flipped, dropping the corpse on it, onto his chest.
"Well this is just wonderful." He moved to get up and found he couldnt. Looking down, he saw that the table had flipped, and gotten wedged under the edge of a counter, successfully pinning him to the floor, because he couldnt move the table, unless he unwedged it, but his muscular frame, while powerful, was not so flexible as to be able to bend at a 120 degree angle with a three quarter twist. "I'm lost. And I'm stuck. shall we add a Terror Attack to this lovely cocktail of F*ckery?"
He laid back, he couldnt move the body, or the table. So, he just had to wait until someone came down here. Not like they left bodies outside of the freezer for long, right?
Tall, thick set, with a heavy brow. His looks betray his mixed heritage. Half Homo Sapien, Half Neanderthal. Xander is a seasoned fighter, and powerhouse of strength.
He most often wears loose, plain clothing, and always has a weapon of some kind on him. Usually a sword. Sometimes a spear. He is covered with strange white lines that only show under darklight. these are wear scars would be, if not for his Dark Lotus power.
These scar marks, light up with an off white glow when he uses his powers. Some believe them to be tattoos, the truth however, is far more terrifying, considering the size of some of them.
personality
POSITIVE - Quiet, - Hard working - doesnt complain - Loyal to a fault - Confident
NEGATIVE - unstable from millennia of time passing - A desire for Death, yet also for life - wont complain even if in horrible pain - Emotionally distant, unwilling to form attachments - Extremely aggressive towards those who hate based on differences
Xander is what you would expect from someone who has lived more than 50,000 years. He himself isnt really aware of how long he has been alive, because he has lost his mind so many times over the years.
abilities
The Beast of War: Injuries obtained outside of battle heal quickly. If battle ends before he dies from injuries, he will heal rapidly. Decapitation, etc, is an instant death.
Beast of War also makes gives him heightened senses while active. It is only active while engaged in combat, and cannot be activated at will. He cannot make the first move, and must first be attacked, or otherwise on the defensive. It does not augment his strength or reflexes at all. That is all on him.
Battle Field: This ability creates a 'virtual' area, contained within a sub dimension. Combat within this zone does not result in death, but will leave those who 'die' while within it feeling weak and nauseated from the experience.
He most often uses this power for training others, putting them within the battle field to combat 'NPCs' he has created based on memories of past battles. He has 'save slots' for up to 6 battle fields, which can reflect many different terrains. However one 'slot' is reserved for a 'battle field' based on the valley where he grew up.
Dark Lotus: This power causes his scars, and aging to be hidden, not gone, but manifesting instead on an 'avatar' within his battle fields. the power of Dark Lotus may seem grand, but whenever Xander enters his battlefield, he must face his own mortality. The power also creates an avatar for everyone he has killed, or failed to save.
The cost of his eternal youth, is to see all the lives he ended, or failed to protect, every time he uses his Battle Field.
backstory
Xander was born to a Homo Sapien woman, and a Neanderthal man. His family was wiped out by Homo sapiens who hated the stronger, more powerful Neanderthals. This was when his three powers activated. He slaughtered those who had killed his family, and then attempted to end his own life. He could not. the limits of Beast of War would not allow him to die by his own hand.
In the years that followed, he swapped between sanity and insanity. He fought in countless wars, innumerable battles. Seeking the glorious death that would let him rejoin those he lost.
He has since joined the TRS, to help save as many lives as he can by preparing the hunter trainees as much as he can.
misc
PAIN
Also he does not disclose how old he actually is, and lets people assume what they wish.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
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