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 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.
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Praiseworthy accomplishments were a possibility in this precious moment. The crucial nature of reigning in favour maintained its pedestal inside Apollo’s mind. Fixations were required to reach goals, and presently wishes of favour were a constant. Through his sacrifices and personal wishes, Apollo forged himself into a powerful soldier for the Assembly of Phantoms. He sacrificed his familial closeness and original species to become the ageless, threatening lycanthrope he became today. He was confident in his abilities, the training a significant part in assuring his strength.
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The ticking minutes were maintained as mental notes as Apollo waited for the crucial moment he could lunge, a predator on the prowl. He listened to her words, merely registering them for the sake of keeping the traitor engaged with him. The further they discussed manners, the more trust could be manifested between them. These would lead to a moment where he could lash out and win the upcoming combat. However, Apollo refused to allow himself to be among the foolish in this circumstance. The young woman survived this long, suggesting she could defend herself as needed.
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“Understandable,” he grumbled with a shrug before chuckling. “I usually like the party scene. It’s so wild, it makes it enjoyable.”
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The more casual comment was a truth spoken through Apollo’s lips. Whenever he was resting from missions or accomplishing menial work because of the moon’s positioning, he often partied in the evening. It was a marvellous opportunity for Apollo to burn up energy without going too far into it.
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Feel indestructible, I am the animal about to take control. No fear inside the blaze. I'm stronger than the flames. Can't stop, so here I go. I'm indestructible! Lambs turning into lions. I wanna roar, show em my teeth, settle the score! Gimme some more! Are you ready for the riots?
Inside his head, gears turned perpetually as the lycanthrope’s delicate senses remained in tune between the thundering sounds of the music around him. When everything started, Apollo would be expected to shed the Jason Vorhees costume and begin the reckoning. He hoped the mask disguised him enough to avoid the traitorous scout’s detection. An abrupt attack would allow for the fall of a traitor who deserved the harsh punishment of the Assembly of Phantoms. Favour would be received, and the brunette craved any opportunities to prove himself to the Assembly.
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The young redhead would rue the day she stood before him, making her foolish comments and perhaps digging for information. Strength dictated the turns of the world and those considered weak in any manner would crumble beneath the feet of those who acquired the stability needed to conquer. His eyes loosened from the glare he created, the Azure Fiend content for the masks' barrier. A gaze at his expression and the traitorous woman would grow fully aware of his recognition, eliminating any chances of a sneak attack in turn.
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A single comment left her lips, stated with a grin stretching across her lips. The woman's casual attempts at conversation suggested the possibility she possessed a faint trust. Nothing significant, but enough to avoid her immediate retreat.
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"These scenes are my preference, but sometimes I like to have a break from it all," the lycanthrope responded honestly.
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As a wild partier at times, Apollo enjoyed the endless thrills provided by the mingling bodies and loud noises, even if work added unneeded tension. He was no stranger to the scene and he hoped using the truths he could tell would provide him with an advantage. If deceit remained nonexistent in his cords, then certainly little could be done to detect his intentions and the reality of his presence.
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Feel indestructible, I am the animal about to take control. No fear inside the blaze. I'm stronger than the flames. Can't stop, so here I go. I'm indestructible! Lambs turning into lions. I wanna roar, show em my teeth, settle the score! Gimme some more! Are you ready for the riots?
A moment’s breath away from the party atmosphere was not regretted by the lycanthrope. The thrill of the wild, party lifestyle was a wondrous existence for the dark-haired man. However, with the looming requirement of work hanging off his shoulders, Apollo required the crucial scouting breaks. The ticking clock was gradually reaching the magnum opus of the evening, the attack. Despite his enjoyment of the atmosphere and his surroundings, the brunette attempted to keep himself contained.
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A failure to adhere to the Assembly’s wishes to the maximum capability meant the possibility of being considered lesser to his fellow soldiers. Struggles to prove his strength summoned forth consequences he wished to avoid handling... This included becoming a step lower on the ladder rungs for healing sessions and recovery time. The requirements hung in the air as his striking eyes, hidden by a hex, scanned through the area, noting the uniforms and accomplishing a quick head count of TRS in his immediate area.
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Between the flow of dancing bodies attracted his eyes, the craving to rejoin nearly overtaking him... Until he heard a woman’s voice chime in his sensitive ears. A grumbled ‘huh’ managed to escape the brown-haired man’s lips as his gaze locked onto the mystery woman. The words panged as mockery in his ears, even if not intentionally done by the person. Though as his eyes greeted her, he was met with a familiar sight. A redheaded woman, somebody publicized in the world of the Assembly of Phantoms and marked as a traitor, Tessa Harmon.
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Behind the mask, Apollo’s eyes hardened as he accomplished a wayward glance, suspicion echoing in his mind. A traitor, conveniently speaking to him, suggested the possibility of the woman being privy to knowledge he wished she was not. Guarantees were nonexistent and with a mission that could be compromised by rash actions, Apollo remained relaxed, but wary.
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“Who says I needed to bring a date,” he grumbled at her. “Maybe you weren’t looking hard enough, but I’m just having a break. Have a problem with that?”
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His eyes were locked onto the young woman, preparing for whatever possibility could unravel the evening or grant an opportunity to remove a traitor from their ranks. Each were equally bringers of excitement for Apollo. If he could rip apart the evil temptress who gave TRS her loyalty in a moment of foolishness, he would be favoured among the general populace of the Assembly. Unfortunately, he was required to wait for the ticking clock and the call of attack from his fellow soldiers.
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Positive opportunities existed in these precious moments. A chance to have his claws sharpened by skilled warriors and on the bones of a traitor. In the diminishing light of the waxing moon, Apollo still held plenty of strength to overpower others. This included the traitor who deserved the painful sensation of claws breaking skin.
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Feel indestructible, I am the animal about to take control. No fear inside the blaze. I'm stronger than the flames. Can't stop, so here I go. I'm indestructible! Lambs turning into lions. I wanna roar, show em my teeth, settle the score! Gimme some more! Are you ready for the riots?
Hung mighty above the sky was an illustrious third quarter moon pouring glorious moonlight down over the land. Despite the gradual waxing of the moon phases, Apollo discovered himself masked and costumed with a hex additionally disguising his features. In the late evening, he stood in the cacophony of an ongoing party. Music boomed as barely audible laughter echoed through the city hall. People danced across the floor, smiles obscured by the occasional mask, but available on the faces of others.
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The atmosphere was something Apollo regularly enjoyed, however, the lycanthrope possessed an objective to accomplish. While he used his wild, party-animal traits to maintain realism in his work, the disguised brunette wanted everything completed. The craving of a fight-filled the wolf’s veins as he awaited the signals to begin the reckoning on Lorsette’s City Hall. In the meantime, Apollo accomplished a survey of his surroundings, assuring the proper locations and patrol routes of the hunters inside.
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Quietly, the brunette stationed himself by the drinks table. A small glass of water graced his lips as he analyzed his circumstances. Throughout the night, he partied alongside the people of Lorsette, enjoying himself and accomplishing the regular requirements. From his position, he viewed the rotation of TRS hunters, his hidden golden eyes occasionally sweeping through in search of his fellow Assembly members. They were prepared to enact the worst upon Lorsette City Hall, crushing the morale of the TRS organization and removing the wretched non-believers of Zeredah’s truth.
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Strength in a cruel world around them contained significance for one’s survival. He learned the twisted reality of the world’s survival requirements and the truth behind them. A rising star shining against the darkened failures of parents refusing to search for strength and accomplish anything for it or to prove it. He removed the weakened husk, cutting away the pathetic portions of his former self in the pursuit of absolute strength. Without the crucial ingredient, a grave never visited would be promised alongside memories greeted with snide criticism; he would prove them wrong.
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The brunette’s eyes flitted towards the clock, watching the numbers tick by. In fifteen minutes, communications would be entirely cut from City Hall. Mentally, Apollo heard the ticking mechanisms of minutes passing through without hesitation. Temporarily, everybody danced, smiled, laughed and generally celebrated the Halloween party provided to them. A broad smirk played across Apollo’s face, somewhat obscured by the Friday the 13th mask attached to his face. The large body he was gifted made the main antagonist of the well-known film an excellent disguise for the evening.
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Everybody inside thought him a cosplayer entering the Halloween Costume Competition, however, in twisted reality the disguise possessed the truth. Similar to the antagonist in the movies, Apollo would cut down the weaker of their society, purging the world of those unsuitable in the ideal. Another victory meant another opportunity to set the world correct, to mend the pathetic “advancements” made allow the weaker leaches to survive longer. In fifteen minutes, Apollo would assist in breaking loose Hell and succeeding in the task laid out by the higher-ups of the Assembly of Phantoms.
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Feel indestructible, I am the animal about to take control. No fear inside the blaze. I'm stronger than the flames. Can't stop, so here I go. I'm indestructible! Lambs turning into lions. I wanna roar, show em my teeth, settle the score! Gimme some more! Are you ready for the riots?
Graced with a favoured height of 6’1” alongside semi-broad shoulders has granted Apollo a somewhat intimidating physique. Through exercise, he has become a well-muscled man with a leaner build that manages to pack a punch. From a flat, ab-packed stomach to strong arms, he has made himself naturally strong. His abs carve deep lines across his stomach, making their presence obvious to anybody who takes a gaze upon them. The man’s flesh is fair in complexion, leaning slightly more on the tanned scale opposed to the pristine white. Years of work have prompted calloused hands because of his battleworn status. There are many minor scars across Apollo’s body, primarily accumulated around his knuckles and fingers from training. The remaining scars are littered across his flesh, all appearing more pale pink and worn with time.
Strong facial features were granted to Apollo in his adult years. High cheekbones are perched beneath his eyes, these cheeks leading down into a strong, pointed chin. A pointed and upturned nose is placed in the center of his face. A striking feature of Apollo’s are the gorgeous amber eyes. When exposed to the light, his amber eyes gorgeously sparkle, possessing a unique and wild shine to them. This is especially evident when Apollo is in a fighting headspace, where his eyes glimmer at the chance to show his strength. Long locks of dark brown hair flow down from Apollo’s scalp, the edges of his hair possessing a bright blue tint. The ends at the back of his hair are entirely blue with a small strand of blue sometimes pointing up at the top flopping into his bangs. His hair is messy and oftentimes pointing out at random sections.
As a lycanthrope, Apollo has two different variants to his forms. The first is the form of a dark brown wolf. The size of Apollo’s human form does make his wolf form bigger than the average given to wolves. Woven into Apollo’s course wolf pelt are small streaks of blue which is something that goes unnoticed due to being a part of the under-pelt. This is caused by his natural hair-colour. The other form of his lycanthrope species is the beastly side of the two. When in this form, Apollo became a bipedal wolf with many muscles, additional height and hair across his strong body. In this form, his blue flecks become a little more obvious across his back in the dark brown fur. Additionally, his nails transform into a lot of long claws.
Clothing-wise, Apollo does indulge himself into the bad boy style. He tends to wear leather jackets and at times letterman jackets. Ripped jeans are common for Apollo, often being black-coloured jeans. At times, he will wear shirts with ripped edges at the bottom and clothing with chain styles. He does enjoy wearing chokers despite some teasing because it looks similar to a collar.
Wolf/Beast Shifting -- Advanced The ability to transform into a wolf and/or a beast form. Constantly, the ability to shift into a wolf is available to Apollo. No matter the moon phase, Apollo can transform into his wolf form. Nonetheless, the man does not use his wolf form as frequently as his beast form. If anything, Apollo’s wolf form is used when he is upset. Acting as a habit manifested to angrily growl at himself. In wolf form, Apollo would be slightly faster with his enhanced speed, however, it is not used often. Meanwhile, Apollo’s beast form is a nasty creation he uses frequently. Oftentimes, he is known for partial shifting, giving him the claws required to rip through others. While his beast form is only accessible during moon phases that avoid the new moon. Around the new moon, his beast form is inaccessible, meaning he cannot reap the benefits of claws, his beast form and ultimately the improved strength he receives. When shifting, Apollo takes an extensive amount of time, caping out at 30 seconds and during this shift, he is entirely vulnerable.
Enhanced Strength -- Mastered The ability to enhance the user’s strength, allowing them to be stronger than average. He is capable of accessing strength beyond that of regular individuals. Smoothly, Apollo can access this strength, allowing him to lift heavy objects and deliver hard hits against others. The power of his strength even allows Apollo to break walls and even people if they are reckless enough. As expected of a lycanthrope, his strength correlates with the moon. When the new moon phase comes, his strength dwindles down to the ability merely being considered “peaked”. While this means he will not have particularly powerful strength, it does allow him to deliver a relatively hard hit. Extensive use of his enhanced strength will result in Apollo’s muscles stiffening or becoming sore over time. This can result in a severe requirement for rest since as his muscles become sore, they will grow weaker in delivering hits.
Enhanced Speed -- Mastered The ability to enhance the user’s speed, allowing them to be faster than average. Due to his species, Apollo can access speed beyond that of a regular individual. He can run at fast speeds, out sprinting people and delivering attacks capable of bombarding his opponent. This additionally allows Apollo to weave around attacks and dodge because of the intense nature of his speed. The intense nature of his speed can lead to Apollo experiencing momentum and smacking into walls unintentionally, this is regularly due to lapses in judgement and the belief he could ram the other person. Additionally, extensive use does similarly result in Apollo getting sore and stiff. This can lead to exhaustion in his legs and potentially difficulties in movement. Similar to all lycanthrope abilities, during instances of the new moon, Apollo cannot accomplish speed beyond peak during these instances.
weakness is a sin, and you were born weak. you do not deserve life.
The Hardwin family consisted of gifted with plenty of unthreatening abilities. Immortality, Seancing and Psychometry, a curse granted to the family who believed a different narrative for the world. Believers of Zeredah and the prospects she supported, but their abilities would never earn them good graces among the crowds. Always among the final tended to, their worth viewed as lesser for their lack of strength and battle grace. While they would be long-lasting supporters, they would never survive the hellish atmosphere of the battlefield. Thus when Jessibelle and Flick Hardwin managed to marry and have a child, it was nothing short of a miracle. Everybody believed they would be greeted with the sinister shadow of Thanatos before being capable of raising a family of their own. They were among the weak and in Assembly of Phantoms fashion, they were alleged to fall beneath the overwhelming necessity for strength in the group. Their child gradually grew to term, eventually being birthed and granted the moniker Apollo Hardwin. Never had they thought about the struggles a young child would face in the circumstance of weakness without reward.
Raised in a world perpetuating the terms of weakness and strength, Apollo possessed a destiny riddled with challenges. While his parents proclaimed the wonders of the world, bringing sparkles to his eyes, nobody thought about the horrors that awaited. Through his years of infancy and the beginnings of his childhood, Apollo thrived beneath the words of his parents. He was a content child, brimming with childish glee as he scurried about the halls of their family home. They played endless games with him and summoned a sense of happiness required to raise a child. However, darkness would greet young Apollo as he learned to realize the ineffective nature of being among the weaker when he entered school. The weak gifted boy would be mistreated by his fellow children. He would be shoved around and bumped into because of the circumstance involving his weakness. People treated Apollo similar to an outcast, a child born in weakness and raised by its beliefs, he was restricted by the world around him. Constantly, he would be informed of his weakness in snide comments and snarky words, and as a child of Zeredah’s malicious group, the teachers accomplished nothing to cease the torrent of rude comments.
The years of his youth haunted Apollo as he was harassed and bullied without any hopes of those cruel actions ceasing. Whenever they concluded classes briefly for recess, Apollo would be shoved to the ground and toyed with through the entire time. They demeaned him and bullied him, making it impossible for Apollo to forge meaningful relationships with his fellow students. The young child was tortured, and every day he arrived home from school, the resentment towards his parents would start building. The people who assured his happiness at every turn were the people who confirmed his weakness, his doom to the malicious school children who happily played with their little toy. No matter how many woes he shared, his parents who long-lost their beliefs of respect, merely informed him it was how things worked. Weakness was not condoned and their abilities provided them no additional strength against the monstrous TRS who wished to uproot their beliefs. Whenever these notions were mentioned, Apollo discovered himself feeling useless in the wake of others. Everybody else possessed a destiny that assured them life and favour amidst the Assembly when the time arrived, but Apollo was merely fodder compared to them.
High school only worsened matters as the individuals around him grew more aggressive in nature. Persistently, Apollo would be pushed around, slammed against lockers and even swung at. Constantly, he was forced to fight back and futilely defend himself against the drowning waves of superiority. Alas, with their abilities they always possessed an unfair advantage against Apollo. Wrists would grow bruised from constant pinning, his face would receive a similar treatment and his body would grow sore from the abuse. No matter what Apollo did, they never ceased their malicious tyrade of picking on the weaker. Additionally, his weakness resulted in Apollo being viewed as an outcast. He would be invited to nothing and nobody wished to create connections with the man viewed as a weakling. Over the hellish years, Apollo grew resentful of his parents for the cursed abilities he was gifted. He began snapping at them more and arguing constantly with his parents. He was angry being told everything happening was how the world was. The strong got stronger and the weak were beaten down before they could get the chance.
After graduation, Apollo accomplished the expected and joined the Assembly of Phantoms, where he learned the horrors of his weakness further. As a soldier, Apollo discovered himself constantly at risk and injuries meant nothing in the eyes of AP. A weapon-bound worker, Apollo wished to fight for their cause, but every injury featured him being shoved aside for the stronger. In the grand scheme of everything, Apollo meant nothing to the organization as a fighter. Despite his wishes to prove otherwise, nobody would gaze upon him and assure value over his involvement. As an immortal, Apollo possessed no natural timeline, there would be no old age nor a retirement... Therefore, he was aware he would be captured in this twisted circumstance for centuries to come. The concept was difficult for Apollo to gripe with, those thoughts angering him. He wanted to be useful, he wanted to be strong, but at every turn he was proven weaker than those around him. Each injury proved him inferior to his fellow soldiers, a weakling amidst the powerful brutes changing the world. He craved the opportunity for more, the chance to prove them otherwise and with research, he found it.
Questions would be asked around Aria Village, Apollo searching for a specific species that would grant him the things he wanted. A species he considered powerful because of the dual nature of their abilities. Ads were out and Apollo was determined to discover a strength he could not grasp with his present species. Over a few weeks, Apollo would find his solution to his problems with weakness. A meeting was arranged and Apollo was prepared to have everything changed to the manner he wished. Days before a full moon, the claws of a lycanthrope would grace Apollo’s shoulders. Through the pain he gritted his teeth and never uttered a complaint, for the massive marks were the only method to gain what he required. Each night featured changes in Apollo, his parents noticing every time they visited. At times, he acted more animal than man, devouring meat without a second thought and emitting low growls. His strength and speed possessed tweaks different from what was given from exercise. His abilities, other than his immortality, gradually faded away. The changes in their son confused them since Apollo never informed them of his decision to change species. Alas, as the full moon arrived, Apollo’s species would change from the humble gifted to the beastly state he craved.
A weakling training to be stronger, Apollo Hardwin shifted from gifted to lycanthrope because of a soul willing to give him power. He could exhibit immense strength and run faster than the average person. Into a beastly form he could transform, and while he was dictated by the moon, there was power there. Upon learning his transformation, his parents were appalled by the circumstance of their child’s change. There was a snap taken towards Apollo’s parents, a subtle growl as he grew determined to gain power. His parents cowered away, the fresh lycanthrope realizing his influence in mere moments and flavouring his parents with a sinister grin. Already, he knew his trade was a worthy one. From there, Apollo separated from his parents, pushing around and snapping at others to flex his new abilities. Through the years of his Assembly of Phantoms service, Apollo became a nasty force on the battlefield. Gaining the moniker of the Azure Fiend, a monster known for tearing apart opponents with his claws and strength for everything that mattered was strength and avoiding the harsh crush of weakness.
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Alias: Azure Fiend
Likes: Fighting, victory, being strong, difficult battles, chicken, full moons, dog toys, bones, barbecue, alcohol, partying, lemonade, pepperoni sticks, doughnuts, sleeping in, exercising, hard candy, cold weather, chokers Dislikes: Weakness, fragility, loss, TRS, begging, reading, baby talk, swimming, cowards, sickeningly sweet foods, extreme heats, potatoes, peanut butter, slime, rings, wine, boring battles, lack of challenges Fears: Being weak, failure, losing strength
- Despite his enjoyment of dog toys, Apollo would never admit it. At home, he is known for chewing on the extra durable ones, usually in his wolf form. - Apollo was formerly gifted, his transformation into a lycanthrope taking on the unique colourings of his hair with subtle tinges of blue entering his fur. - He despises when people baby talk to him. He finds it obnoxious and demeaning. - He hates when water gets on his fur. Afterwards he would undoubtedly smell like a wet dog and it bothers him. - Apollo’s immortality is a byproduct of being formerly an immortal gifted. - He does not remotely miss being gifted. He considers his transformation into a lycanthrope to be a necessity for strength.
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