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 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
Fuji couldn't be more different than the family he was raised with, having taken most of his characteristics from his birth father. He has sandy blonde hair that's bordering on brown and slanted yellow eyes. His hair falls to his shoulders in thin, fluffy whisps and more often than not it'd held back by a hairtie that he'd once borrowed from his sister and kept for himself.
He just barely stands at 6'0" and is around 68 kg, though he's thin and slightly lanky, through training he has at the very least some slight muscles. Fuji is near-sighted, and as such has to wear glasses, often wearing silver rimmed ful vue glasses.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, however you look at it, his mum's ears didn't pass down to him like they did to his sister. Instead, he has a small rabbit tail that he tries his hardest to hide wherever possible. You robably wouldn't be able to tell he was a usagi without taking a second or two to ask. Though his twitchy nose could be a dead giveaway.
For clothes, Fuji keeps his attire smart and sensible when not in the TRS outfit. Dress shirts, cardigans and vests as well as matching trousers are what usually keep him comfortable.
There was a certain beauty in the way somebodies life could twist and turn to become so utterly recognisable from the peace it once was. His mother, Mina Tashiro, knew this all too well. A seventeen year old student hairdresser who longed to work for the rich and famous, only to have her life crumple at the results of an unfortunate one night stand.
For five years, he had practically been Mina's whole world. Though the two of them didn't have much, Mina adored her baby boy and would pamper and spoil him whenever given the chance. He'd sit in on hair apointments and listen to her clients stories and tales, memerising their faces and becoming known around her salon as the prince of squishy cheeks.
Though, Mina was a very lonely woman, her friends had convinced her to take a night to herself just to enjoy herself and have fun, like the old times before she had a kid. Fuji found himself being taken care of by his mothers client, in what was supposed to be a one time thing.
Only it wasn't.
One time turned into months of Mina going out, taken by the clubbing lifestyle where she met Sammy, tall, dark haired and flirtacious beyond belief. Before the young boy knew what hit him Mina had sat him down one day, and with tears in her eyes told him he was going to be a big brother.
This wasn't how things were suposed to go at all. Sammy was over a lot during Mina's pregnancy, and Fuji didn't like him one bit, always giving him greasy looks and running away when the man tried to interact with him- he could hear him and Mina fighting a lot, he could hear the way she begged for him to stay, using her pregnancy to try keep him.
Fuji didn't like it. And, when Greta was born, he didn't like her. Loud. Annoying. Noisy. And often the baby was left crying for long periods of time, with Mina having dissapeared off to talk to Sammy over the phone and beg him to help, or to help pay for toys and food, or to visit him at his place. When he tried to tell mum to just get rid of the screaming kid, it seemed Mina had a different idea.
Fuji was put in charge of Mina, a drooling giggling baby who looked at him with wide eyes- she looked nothing like him, and he hated her. What Mina wouldn't know, wouldn't hurt her. Toddlers could totally take care of themselves, right? He would leave her infront of the broken down TV, a bowl of dry ceral next to her and a pat on the head when he went off to meet up with friends.
Though, th issue came when she started to grow up, suddenly she started following him around, grabbing at his hand in public or yelling out for him constantly to play with her or give her attention, as if he were Mina. Though, thats when he got the idea that... this... baby, this little kid, she could at the very least entertain her until Mina realised what a bad idea having Greta was and she'd send her off so she'd pay attention to him again.
Only, nothing worked. Bossing the little girl around would result in a bright face of adoration, treating her awfully the young girl wouldn't even realise. The young Fuji couldn't quite comprehend it, was he like this as a kid? So... blindly trusting? So grabby? He grew, albeit slowly, to at the very least tolerate the small child. As a substitute for Mina, until the mum came back to her senses, of course.
Taking care of Greta became second instinct, she started school as Fuji multitasked middle school and taking care of her, preparing her breakfast, packing her bag, brushing and styling her hair, all while Mina slept in, hungover and alarm set only for when her appointments were set to arrive. He worked hard, as hard as he could, at least. He found schoolwork relaxing, a break from life at home and easy, crunching numbers was just as simple as braiding Greta's hair, he found himself doing extra work to study and learn more as a form of escapism, and more often than not somehow Mina'd find out about it, typically from clients, coming in to congratulate him on some maths away or another.
He didn't know until Greta's second year at school she was having any trouble with things he found he could do easily. He encouraged his mother to get her a tutor, only to watch them flop time and time again. He'd been called down to help more times than he can count, only to have Greta beaming at him and listening to him without so much of a question when he told her to listen to the tutors.
He didn't understand why she was like this, really. And he wouldn't understand until years later, when it was much too late to do anything about it.
Life was simple for Fuji, though frustrating that Mina barely gave him the time of day unless it came to telling him to help Greta or noticing an award he got months ago and acting all proud and excited. As he worked uphill, joining debate and science clubs, with no real goal in mind other than to keep his sister in check and maybe get his mum to notice him, he worked quickly though highschool.
Though, his relationship with his sister had begun to dwindle, he treated her as he alwayds had, and, apparently now enhanced with preteen critical thinking she lashed out at him, and when he tried to rationlise himself and how he treated her, well...
She moved out. She literally packed her things and moved in with her dad in protest of being able to take care of herself.
To say Fuji was beyond confused was an understatement, he expected her to come back within a day, a week at most. Then, a year went by. A year of him visiting and checking in on her, helping her to the best of his ability without letting her know.
A year of self reflection. Fast approaching was the end of highschool, and he had no career laid out for him, no path he could be content with. He had awards, and grades, and ideas, lots of them, but implimenting them? Finding a place he'd be happy?
So, he attended career meetings, a lot of them, learning the ins and outs of university courses and had talks with what few friends he had, and eventually settled on computer science, it sounded easy enough, made enough money, and he could do it in his own time.
Only, that was the initial plan.
Things changed when a friend of his died from a local terror attack, though what truly happened was classified, Fuji lived in a poorer district, he could take a wild guess on what happened. What was the use in studying computer science, what help would it be to the world around him?
If he didn't even try lift a finger to help and carried on life simply, with his only focus being his sister and working to escape from his mothers negligence, would the world his sister would grow up to live in be uninhabitable? She wouldn't be able to survive.
He made a tough choice. Graduation came, and when Mina didn't attend, he decided then and there his next plan. His family had to learn to live without him, at least for a few years. It would help them in the longrun, he was sure.
And he could study and learn to be somebody who did something with meaning, rather than just studying because he was good at it. The TRS had been advertising heavily around campus, so it's no wonder he used money saved up from awards and competitions to rent out a cheap apartment and joined up with the TRS after stuying about how they worked and making sure he was certain he wanted to do it.
He knew, as usagi, he wasn't fit for properly fighting, his skills would be best suited for medical or scouting. After learning a bit more, he signed himself up. Willing, and ready to do whatever it takes to be a part of something good.
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Some of Fuji's most prized awards include his Debate Championship medal, his national maths competition certificates and a golden vial trophy he got from the science fair, they sit in his room, collecting dust.
His apartment is basically covered in notes and whiteboards, often with post it notes stuck to the fridge, or to the counter to serve as reminders to whatever he could.
Fuji is really good at styling girls hair, both since his mothers a hairstylist and because he spent years styling and brushing his sisters to prepare her for school.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
