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 warm embrace of Desmond's jean pocket did little to return the stolen heat from his fingertips. A mental note was made about never dipping his fingers into icy cold water again; the not was probably useless considering the nephilim's carelessness, but it was worth a shot. At first, Desmond had lacked the knowledge of the girl's presence until his attentive ear (the other was preoccupied with music) heard the approaching steps. It caused him to glance back to find a ravenette wearing an outfit that lacked defense against the cold. The black trench coat the young lady wore seemed to be one of the very few things keeping her warm; it was the kind of styling that suggested decent immunity to the temperature or some act of carelessness on the stranger's part. Whichever it was remained an unknown to Desmond as his green eyes automatically looked her over.
For a few moments he remained silent, listening to the strangers inquiry about whether or not he was alright. It suggested that she had witnessed the nephilim's dive, or at least caught sight of the aftermath. Desmond wanted to flinch considering there was an audience of a single person who witnessed his stupidity, but he kept it from his face. Instead, a lip tight smile drew across his face, the lollipop's white stick poking out the right side of his mouth.
"Don't have'ta worry about me, miss," Desmond stated simply. "Although, the concern is appreciated. It's no big deal, my fingers are just a little cold."
The explanation was simple, caring a nonchalant tone with every word despite the pestering cold sting that bothered his fingers. It was not overly painful which allowed the nephilim to easily mask the fact that his fingers were screaming from being submitted to the freezing temperature of the water without any protection. Upon thinking of the cold, Desmond shoved his hands a little deeper into the depths of the lake. The warmth felt brilliant on his fingers, making them slowly begin to feel better from the dip. As he stood silent for a few moments, a mischievous thought crossed Desmond's mind which caused his smile to broaden.
"Anyways, why are you wandering out the forest?" Desmond began, a curious gleam to his green eyes. "You should know terrors like to roam around and they would attack anything."
It was an attempt to cause trouble, to earn a reaction from the girl despite her kindness. Maybe he could convince her to start heading back and startle her later; that seemed like a little bit of careless fun. Something simple Desmond could accomplish while he awaited for his fingers to warm up. He did always enjoy tricks since the reactions to them always seemed priceless. The smile refused to leave the gingers face as he slowly walked passed the girl for a ridiculous attempt of dramatic effect he supposed. Although he remained familiarized with the stranger, the scout figured that he might as well attempt to toy with her a little bit. Morning was still upon them and Desmond's high aerial dive had woken them significantly, which warranted some attempted trouble starting.
Cold morning air embraced those who entered the outside world on this late autumn day. A gentle snowfall was the main weather feature, covering the floor with a thin layer of snow. Winter's arrival was obviously coming, made clear by both the cold and naked trees. Despite the cold morning, Desmond had woken up, changed into a warm pair of clothes and summoned his grey wings. The clothing he wore was nothing impressive, consisting of a pair of blue jeans that possessed a worn look and a simply black jacket. As usual, his wings manifested in mere moments due to years of practice since the ability's discovery. A small yawn escaped his mouth as he stretched his grey wings out to their full span. The nephilim had always hated waking up early, morning should be a nonexistent time of day! Upon the cold embracing his wings, face and hands the ginger did not even flinched; after working several freezing nights during work had caused him to adjust.
For a couple more seconds were taken stationed outside the door of his abode before cautiously walking down the snow covered steps and onto the front lawn. Meanwhile, his hands proceeded to work a pair of simple earbuds under his shirt and through the neck hole of his shirt. The cold cord pressed up against his skin, causing the slightest hints of a shiver. Once successful, Desmond placed one of the earbuds in while scrolling through the music on his phone. The scout liked being able to hear the outside world with one ear; not to mention the other headphone did not work anyways. The music soon began to play through the headphone causing a gentle smile to play across the nephilim's lips. His phone was secured into his right pocket (the left always contained a little sweets stash), the zipper only allowing enough room for the cord to leave.
Next the large grey wings began flapping in order to carry Desmond off the ground. After a few moments he began to gradually lift, bringing himself higher into the air. It felt like years since the nephilim had done a morning flight and his wings enjoyed the usage. Once high enough, a brief backwards dive, creating a loop at the climax of his ascension. Afterwards, a high speed flight began as the nephilim began to glide high in the sky. Desmond's green eyes looked below staring that the skeleton trees and the streets as he began to make his way outside of Lorsette where the flight space was safer. Buildings and streets soon shifted to solely trees and roads all covered in snow. Frost still clung to the trees of the Calico Forest, a rather breathtaking sight that Desmond admired for a few moments, even go the length to slow his speed a tad.
Flying high above the world had grown into a wonderful hobby to Desmond that the cold air hitting his face never bothered him, to the scout even that was magnificent. As he proceeded to fly, he began to feel more awake from the cold which caused his awareness and observation skills to heighten. This was going to be an excellent day, Desmond could feel it. While he closed in on his destination, the nephilim decided to display his skill to nobody in particular; perhaps it was a confidence booster for himself. Speed was heightened as Desmond flew straight before preforming a short aileron roll before increasing his height when he reached Cattail Lake. From above, the lake merely looked like a blueish blob of water surrounded by an ocean of white. For a few moments, Desmond hovered at his current height and watched the light snow falling slowly towards the ground, felt the chill of the cold air and breathed the freezing air. The breath escaped his mouth as steam, his eyes watching it dissipate into nothing.
Afterwards, he did another backwards dive and allowed himself the fall towards the lake with outstretched wings. The bite of cold seemed to intensify, a slight fog around the lake being noticed during his descent. The nephilim's green eyes watched as his body grew closer to the lake, the conveniently intense music cheering his reckless behavior. Only a few meters above the lake's surface did he began to pull upwards, which took plenty of effort due to the high speed fall. The result the splendid, his body still above the water and his hand capable of touching the surface. Desmond gently dipped the tips of his fingers into the water, letting the freezing cold embrace them until he closed in onto the edge. A little ascension was taken, allowing him to slowly land, feet crunching on the snow.
That was when Desmond shook his hand furiously, dipping it into the icy waters was definitely a horrible idea. The thought of it being interesting had cheered him on, like one of those moments from the movies, but instead it just made his fingers sting. Desmond looked at his fingers which looked red after being submitted to the water. An annoyed groan escaped his lips, he could have just flown above the water!
"I really just had to do that," he mumbled inaudibly to himself. "Good job, Des, you were just an idiot."
A few more shakes were given to his hands, wings disappearing while the nephilim stepped away from the water's edge. Taking a break from flying in an attempt to warm his cold fingers seemed like an excellent idea. The zipper on the left pocket was pulled down, allowing him to grab a cherry sucker from his sweets stash. Desmond unwrapped it, popping it into his mouth while stowing the wrapper away into his jean pocket. Candy for breakfast, perhaps not the best idea, but the ginger did not care. Both hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans while he walked around the lake in the slight fog. Might as well enjoy the atmosphere after waking up so ludicrously early.
Akin to a majority of scouts, Desmond has a lithe frame that is designed for being swift opposed to strong. Being a taller fellow with long legs also helps with carrying himself forward at a more excelled rate. Desmond stands at a height of 6’3” and despite his tall composure he is rather capable of hiding in smaller areas. Oftentimes he’s soft-footed, making it difficult to detect him until he is very close. He also possesses a surprising amount of flexibility and dexterity, allowing him to easily get into difficult positions or climb more difficult angles. There is a single scars that marks Desmond’s back from his shoulder down, diagonally to his hip that was created by a terror. This is one of the very few blemishes that Desmond has obtained. His skin complexion is fair in colour.
Desmond has short ginger hair that is straight and is often semi-kept in a dark grey headband to make certain it does not get into his eyes. Oftentimes it is a little messy and rarely well kept since he does not consider it important. His eyes are a deep green and are oftentimes noticeable when initially looking at Desmond. It is common for Desmond to have some sort of sweet on his mouth, usually suckers. A majority of the time a smile is drawn upon his face or he is laughing because one of his troublesome tricks got somebody; although he has been known for having a good poker face. It is very rare to see Demond being upset or emotional due to his carelessness.
As of clothing, Desmond prefers darker colors that are oftentimes plain. Constricting clothes are a stern hatred, making it rare for him to wear formal pieces or anything that seems too tight. His style oftentimes suggests a preference for comfort. The only semi-formal piece that Desmond will wear is his uniform, although, there have been slight alterations to made for comfort. The silver lettering featured on the back of the uniform has been dimmed to more of a dark grey to avoid being noticed. When Desmond manifests his wings, they are large and grey in colour, their texture feathery.
Teleportation --- Intermediate When it comes to teleportation, Desmond is rather fair in the art. Mostly it was skill learned in order to protect himself, an escape plan. Although, there is still plenty of room for improvement considering when tired Desmond can end up in some ridiculous places. One incident involving a washroom and a woman showering, but let’s just pretend that did not happen. The point is, his control is lacking when he is tired or exhausted. Due to not enough training in the power, Desmond can only teleport up to a 5 mile radius when fully awake. When tired/exhausted this decreases significantly.
Weather Manipulation --- Intermediate In weather manipulation, Desmond is fairly skilled. He’s capable of controlling smaller things or maybe brewing up a severe thunderstorm in a small area, however, he still has plenty to learn. Emotions can still cause the power to act out, making unforeseen storms or causing rain to fall unexpectedly. This has forced Desmond to try and keep his emotions in check at all times. There is also an energy problem, the stronger the storm and the more energy that Desmond would be required to create it. If his emotions create a storm or something, it can drain his energy.
Curse/Charm Breaking --- Beginner Desmond has managed to be terrible when it comes to breaking curses and charms. It is almost like his mind cannot grasp the concept, making him useless in the matter. He does try to train this ability, however, every time it seems to take massive power drains on his body when successful.
Future Sight --- Beginner This ability has essentially become completely useless to Desmond since he simply had trouble using it on demand. At times when he tries to use the ability, it simply will not work and perhaps decide to activate when he does not desire it to. This has resulted in Desmond not touching it due to its severely delayed reaction for him.
Wing Manifestation --- Advanced When it comes to manifesting his wings, Desmond is rather skilled at it. He’s capable, finding himself able to summon his grey wings while he is falling. They manifest rather quickly, allowing him quicker than most. Although, there is one weak point which is that Desmond has troubles manifesting his wings when tired or sick.
Healing --- Beginner When it comes to his healing capability, Desmond is about as reliable as a shaky handed surgeon or a doctor who is clueless about the common flu. Even minor wounds can give him a ridiculous amount of difficult, which often causes him to be a rather pathetic healer. Small scratches can be healed successfully, but larger wounds and Desmond will fail tremendously. This ability can also considerably drain his power due to his severe lack of skill.
Blessings --- Advanced Unexpectedly, Desmond has trained himself highly in his blessing abilities. This was partially because he had a bully who was a demon and began using it as a defense mechanism. When his mentor discovered his skill, it began to develop until Desmond became advanced when it came to blessings with the exception of sympathy ones. This has given him a means to protect his fellow scouts at the risk of his own energy being sacrificed. He’s usually careful about how often he uses it after and during missions.
backstory
When Desmond was born, it had began a happy occasion as with a majority of child births. His father was human, the regular type with no powers, while his mother was an angel who belonged to a large bloodline of angels. They were average wealth at the time, leaning slightly towards the poorer side of the spectrum. At first his mother was overjoyed, showing her newborn son all the attention he could ever desire from a mother. It was a few months a pure happiness and bliss, that was until his mother decided it was time to confirm her son’s angel heritage. A test was taken, and when it returned it was discovered that Desmond was not an angel, but a nephilim. A mixture of human and angel, a so-called disgrace to the angel kind. He lacked proper connection to Heaven, his purity was tainted and his wings were ible to be grey in colour. Shortly after that day, life continued as it would after those few months. Desmond’s mother never saw him the same, considered him something that was unholy to a degree because of the nephilim blood that ran through his veins.
Afterwards, it was mostly Desmond’s father that began taking care of the toddler. From what Desmond can remember of his younger life, his mother never really paid mind to him. Her voice always seemed to possess a monotone whenever addressing him, and never did the compliments contain the splendor. It was always lackluster and full of hints of sorrow, however, being a mere child Desmond would rarely notice. At the time, they presumed all mothers acted that way, at least to their sons. It was easy for a child in his naivety to believe this as fact; there lacked a better explanation making it a truth in Desmond’s head for years. A little before Desmond became 2, his mother became pregnant again. At first, he disliked this development since his mother would ignore him completely and even his father somewhat. Gradually, Desmond began to crave his mother’s attention and attempted to get it whenever possible.
After several months, his little sister Elysia was born which naturally sparked the young boy’s attention. Although, his mother always seemed to keep him away by stating that she did not want Desmond waking the baby or accidentally hurting her. Thus, once again the young boy retreated to the company of himself or his father. As time progressed the children grew and schooling began at the standard age of 5 for Desmond. Despite it being relatively boring at times, Desmond generally found school rather enjoyable since it gave him a chance to make friends. The boy easily became sociable and always seemed to be trying to get permission to have a friend come over, however, whenever the topic was brought up to his mother she would use Elysia as an excuse. Desmond never understood why he could not have friends over every so often, or at least once perhaps.
Only 3 years later at the age of 8 is when Desmond began craving the idea of using his wings. Constantly, the boy would pester his angel mother to teach him how to fly, but she always refused. Sometimes even going lengths of scolding him for revealing the grey coloured wings that revealed his nephilim status. Eventually, Desmond began getting particularly annoyed about the fact his mother refused to teach him, thus he decided to teach himself. He observed the birds, practiced which caused him to get injured quite a bit and gradually developed until his flight was decent. His father was amazed when Desmond showed him, meanwhile, his mother only bore the countenance of disappointment. Only a few weeks later did Desmond wake up to find his father upset in the kitchen and his mother gone. The young boy was confused, his parents never fought, yet, his mother left. When Desmond began piecing the concepts together, he presumed his mother left because he was a nephilim.
From that point on, the family seemed to always have money troubles which resulted in the father having to work almost constantly. To make matters worse, in the wake of Desmond’s presumption, the boy altered into a serious troublemaker. It did not take long until the young nephilim became known for starting fights with the other students, making them cry with blunt words or simply causing basic mischief. Sometimes he would steal a student’s values possession and hide it, resulting in them crying, other times he would call them names or just outright hit them. Teachers were forced to constantly keep their eyes on Desmond since the moment he was out of sight it would start again. Many trips were taken to the principal’s office and his father was called numerous times about his son causing trouble again. It got to the point where whenever the school called he would say “Let me guess, this is about Desmond?” and ended up being right almost every single time. As it continued, Desmond would constantly cause trouble despite the punishments he would receive and the lectures his father would give him. He did not care remotely and not even an offering of sweets could stop him.
Around the age of 12 was when Desmond began noticing the family’s money issues due to the mother’s absence. His father was struggling, and his troublesome actions made the young boy feel horrible for placing more stress on his father’s shoulders. That was when Desmond figured out a way to remedy the situation, to join the TRS and give his earning to his struggling father. Since he knew his father would refuse the concept, Desmond forged his signature, a skill that he became increasingly good at. Afterwards, he handed the form in and only a few moments later was he transformed to the TRS training center to become a scout. Caution was taken, Desmond refusing rides to school with the statements that he wanted the exercise from walking. Thus, even on increasingly cold days the young boy would walk to school and risk freezing to keep the secret safe. He kept out of trouble, knowing that they would call the home phone to contact his father which would naturally result in a bout of yelling. As days went on, Desmond would act slightly rebellious, doing his best to keep his troublesome behavior in check.
Eventually, mentoring came into play and the boy’s mentor was the serious type who would constantly watch him in case Desmond decided to cause trouble. Under the watchful eyes of his mentor, Desmond swiftly developed into a well trained scout. To explain the payout, the young boy told his father that he helped out around the city. In reality, Desmond was risking his life by doing his scout duties and tracking down terrors and information. This ran smoothly for about 2 years when Desmond had a mishap with a terror which resulted in the scar across his back. When his father discovered that Desmond had been scouting, he was furious with the young boy despite the kindly intent the boy had. There was plenty of yelling about his safety alongside the fact that Desmond could have died. Alas, the young scout merely rebuttaled with the mentioning of his father’s money problems and how scouting was a good way to bring in money. The argument lasted for hours until his father relented, agreeing that Desmond could keep scouting as long as he remained careful.
As time went on, Desmond’s skills improved significantly. His steps became softer and hiding became a breeze for him as he grew more flexible. Further development was made on his abilities, allowing his wing manifestation to activate in mere moments. Although, his schedule remained packed due to scouting after school and training causing him to miss out a lot on the basic teenager life. As time went on, Desmond graduated from high school at the age of 18 and his time was freed up more. This resulted in him meeting somebody he gradually began to develop a crush on and a year later (19) the two began dating. It was increasing obviously how much Desmond liked the man he was dating, although, the boyfriend did not seem as keen to revealing his emotions. He always seemed to lack care, but would reveal it should Desmond seem to waver in faith. Eventually one intimate night spent in the same bed when his boyfriend’s parents were out and only the day afterwards was Desmond texted a lame break up text.
Only then did it hit Desmond that his now ex had merely wanted a night of pleasure and was only using him to achieve that goal. The concept made Desmond upset, making him mope around his room for a week until his father came to speak with him. It was a surprisingly emotional talk, which was a rarity for Desmond, but his father managed to calm him. Alas, he changed afterwards and turned more cynical and even went the length of fearing love after his heart got broken. Despite his usual careless behavior, Desmod began taking his work more seriously and oftentimes used it as an excuse not to go on dates should somebody ask. People thought he was a workaholic, when in reality, he did not desire to have his heart torn out again. Gradually, Desmond transformed further, becoming a hard worker, but usually only when it came to scouting. As it currently stands, he is a scout in unit 2 who refuses to let anyone deep into his heart.
misc
♥ Likes: Sweets, hot chocolate, sneaking up on people, falcons, night, tricking people ♥ Dislikes: His mother, bitter foods, toothaches, goody-two-shoed people, terrors, brightly lit areas, being caught ♥ Fears: Angels, being unable to eat sweets, love ♥ Desmond has a horrible addiction to candy, give him sweets and he will do anything. ♥ Due to his mother leaving them, Desmond has a fear of angels since he believes they all hate nephilims and that him being one resulted in his mother’s leaving. ♥ Desmond has excellent penmanship skills and is capable of forging signatures with a little practice. ♥ There are times when Desmond is known to keep little trinkets or drawings that important people make for him in a box. He tells nobody about his box full of sentimental items that he hides in his closet. ♥ Desmond's soulmate is Zachary Everett.
roleplayer info
☆ NAME Chibi Magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE About 7 years
☆ TIMEZONE Central
☆ GENDER Female
☆ AGE Nineteen
☆ OTHER CHARACTERS MALAKAI MOORS FELIX MELLOBROOK NATHAN BECKARD DESMOND WILTS KAITLYNN HARRIS FRITZ JACOBS NYLA KORVICH ARLO NORWOOD EMMERSON HALOGAN GRAYSON ZEPLER YVES LEVORA UMBERTO DARIAN VYLAD ZAIDER OCTAVIO KREMLEN BRASTI VANDERFELD PRESTON CLARK ZURIEL MARLINE PERSEPHONE ROSE LACHLAN FRAISER ALIANA LA ROSA CLYDE VELLESE ABEL MCCROFT
☆ FACE CLAIM FIRE EMBLEM: AWAKENING, Gaius
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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.
