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.
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The Staff
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.
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!
Many stated spring was arriving, although, the weather improvements were gradual, leaving the evenings rather cold. Clouds covered the sky, hiding the moon beneath a thick layer of dark grey. Small, white flakes of snow trickled down from above, swaying steadily in the wind before landing gracefully on the ground. There was only a subtle wind, hardly noticeable as Laurent wandered the streets of Lorsette. Steam drifted out from his mouth as he slowly walked down sidewalks, wandering to clear his head after a long evening of work.
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There were instances where his mind managed to fixate on those horrible memories, reminding Laurent of those moments before being arrested; the abhorrent actions he accomplished. Blood soaked the ground, the gravity of his actions abruptly arriving as he backpedalled away. The fallen angel kept walking, attempting to fixate the soft sounds of his footsteps alongside the soothing noises of his breathing. Those were notions he hated to ponder on, the moment being the most regrettable in his entire life. There would never be an opportunity to change the horrible decision he made in his anger-induced state.
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A black winged sinner was what he transformed into after accomplishing those heinous acts, the whiteness leaving his feathers a mere few days afterwards. There was a brief tense, Laurent sucking in a troubled breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it in an extensive exhale; a desperate attempt to achieve calmness. Combat lost charm entirely that evening, Laurent only using his fighting skills after leaving prison to earn money while he attempted to organize the shambles of his life. There would be no family he could depend on for endless support, the fallen angel becoming lonely afterwards.
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The streets were empty during those evening hours, Laurent navigating the city. A slowness graced his steps when he passed the beach, allowing the soothing sounds of ocean waves sooth him briefly before proceeding forward. He walked aimlessly, solely intended to entirely clear his mind of those bitter, despicable thoughts of guilt; he would never forgive himself for those horrible deeds. Directionless, Laurent continued down the sidewalks, passing the occasional people deciding to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Lorsette under the luminescent street lamps.
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Terror activity would only remain quiet for a little bit longer, hunter patrols already being increased to monitor the movements of the Assembly of Phantoms. Walking alone was foolish in Laurent's opinion, but he avoided voicing his thoughts on account of them being hypocritical. As buildings passed in a blur, the fallen angel paused as his brown eyes managed to catch a momentary glimpse of pearly white gates. Immediately, Laurent froze as he stared at the white gates, the large, locked doors appearing magnificent.
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Heaven's Gate was always an enchanting sight, the former criminal finding it difficult to glance away from the imposing gates which towered above him. Tentatively, Laurent took a few steps forward, although, kept his distance from the Heavenly object. While fallen angels were immune to some magic designed to ward away hell species, the professor preferred to avoid any repercussions from carelessly walking close to Heaven's Gate; Akari was a powerful goddess, making the capabilities on the door unknown.
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The gate itself appeared crafted of white quartz, a small field of snow piling around the magical gate. There were times where Laurent pondered if Heaven or Hell's gates would ever open again, releasing the gods who started the War of Traitors. Considering the recent circumstances involving Zeredah and the TRS, the fallen angel prayed Akari and Volos would never be unleashed onto the world; or at least not until the situation involving the Assembly of Phantoms was handled. People were already divided and being handed another reason to segregate everybody because of Heaven and Hell's return was a frightening notion.
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Quietly, Laurent observed the motionless gate, wondering if a day would arrive where he could seek forgiveness and perhaps regain the whiteness in his wings, but deep inside he knew the answer. There was no retribution for the mistakes of angels since their intentions were supposed to be pure, else the ugly blackness would mark their wings; essentially a mark of Cain for some unfortunate fools. Everybody who viewed those wings was provided with a warning sign that somebody defied their moral code.
Valentine's Day evening was a gorgeous marvel, the skies above being cleared of clouds, revealing a half-filled moon shining brightly on those below. There was an acute chill in the air, the natural effects of winter making themselves evident. While the weather had gradually begun warming, there would always be a lingering chill until they were further into spring. Young couples would wander the streets, wide-eyed and pressed against one another as they ventured to their romantic location for the evening. Oftentimes, these events occurred without any involvement from Laurent Maythorn, the TRS professor preferring to remain locked away in his house.
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Those evenings were blissfully quiet, a majority of individuals in the neighbourhood decided to spend a pleasant night together; a majority had found their significant others. Meanwhile, the dark-haired man would merely enjoy an evening with his guitar, playing music to an audience on only himself as usual. The sounds of his pick gracing the strings while he sang each note, a sad smile across his lips, but there would be none of his favoured hobby this evening.
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Revenge had been handed to him yesterday, courtesy of his "favourite" student, Vashti Evans. The brunette evidently noticed his lacking in a romantic partner and decided a blind date would be an excellent idea. However, Laurent would easily disagree considering he was happily living his single life; at least, that is what he would state adamantly. There was definitely nothing wrong spending extensive evenings alone with only the comfort of music or simply doing chores. According to Vashti's note, which the brunette left on his desk, she had secretly signed him up for the blind date event being hosted in Lorsette.
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Admittedly, the fallen angel had been infuriated by his interrupted evening of peace since he was required to get organized in a little under 24 hours of time. The abrupt change in plans resulted in Laurent being forced to spend his time after work assuring he was properly attired before exiting to head down to city hall. While he remained in mere semi-formal wear, a crisp white dress shirt and a pair of slacks, he retired his commonly worn cowboy hat in favour of grooming his hair to appear more presentable. He even went lengths to properly shower and trim his facial hair before leaving.
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Before crossing the threshold of his home, Laurent grabbed his black coat, then shoved his phone, wallet and cigars into their respective pockets; a moment was spared to double check for a lighter. Slowly, the fallen angel walked down the sidewalks, having plenty of extra time for a calming stroll towards city hall. Despite being submitted to a blind date without his permission, the brown-haired man refused to ruin the evening of his respective date. Whoever would be paired with him could not be blamed for Vashti's nosy interference in his personal life. Gradually, the streets led him to city hall, the fallen angel's mind clearing and calming from the annoyance of being volunteered for the blind date event.
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The bearded man paused when he noticed the staircase of city hall, a long sigh escaping his lips as he steeled himself for the inevitable date forced upon him; he prayed his potential date at least possessed some vague plan in terms of their activity for the evening. The limited amount of time to prepare for his impending date made it difficult for Laurent to think of any ideas; he had never been romantically involved with another individual.
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Footsteps remained slow as Laurent closed the distance between himself and city hall, the TRS professor feeling slightly awkward for intending a Valentine's Day gathering. These were times where he locked himself away, even when he lived in London he oftentimes avoided these types of events. While many proclaimed them to be enjoyable, the fallen angel found them awkward and difficult to handle; how could he go on a date with a complete stranger?! When he entered city hall, warmth surrounded him as entered the large room filled with bodies.
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The TRS professor visibly flinched before remaining near the wall, heading towards the booth which hosted the event and matched people accordingly. When he arrived, he was provided with the name of his match, Zane Zangari, and was informed to wait until he arrived. Another sigh escaped the fallen angel's mouth, inaudible as he hoped he could remain pleasant for his date on this evening.
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[ OOC: excuse if Laurent is being a bit of Debbie Downer, this is the only way I could have him be submitted. I placed it in the Valentine's Dance board since we agreed Zane and Laurent would have no clue what to do, so I figured we could start with them discussing. XD ]
cursed world of heroes and devils. if not good, then i must be a sinner.
general info
AGE three-hundred-eleven
GENDER male
SEXUALITY demisexual
BIRTHDATE december 16th, 1710
OCCUPATION terror professor/fighting instructor
SPECIES fallen angel
appearance
At a height of 6’3” and a pair of broad shoulders, Laurent possesses a rather large and muscular build. Daily exercise has contributed plenty to his powerful build, Laurent never sparring a day to avoid activity. He is a heavier man as a result of his rather muscular build. His complexion is tanned, his skin being rather rough from years of work. Across his back are a variety of minor burn scars, although, these tend to condense and become more frequent down his left arm. There was massive damage to his left arm, thus he has a specialized gauntlet infused with magic to assist his hand in moving. This being said, the movements of his left hand have a slower reaction time opposed to his right. This gauntlet is metallic, possessing a silver shine to its appearance. He has a slightly more tanned complexion, the burned sections tending to be reddish in comparison to the remainder of his skin.
Facial wise, Laurent has chiselled features with his cheekbones resting high on his face. Most notably, he possesses thick facial hair, mostly a beard with a trace of hair leading to his upper lip. The hair is thickest on his chin, thus making the beard more apparent in terms of facial hair. His hair is a dark brown, the hair on his head being a touch on the longer side, although, is well-groomed to avoid obsessive amounts falling into his eyes. Oftentimes, Laurent’s hair is tamed by a cowboy hat which hugs his head daily. When it comes to his eyes, they are a rich hazel colour, being considerably lighter in comparison to his hair. Frequently, Laurent can be seen with a cigar perched between his lips, although, he tries to avoid smoking around children.
Clothing is heavily dependent on the required jobs of the day. Whenever Laurent is working inside the classroom, he prefers semi-formal wear to make himself presentable to anybody who enters his room. Otherwise, he is more renown to wear casual clothing and his cowboy hat since those make him feel more comfortable. He prefers a simple pair of blue jeans and a plain shirt of any colour. Should he be required to do labour, Laurent will wear just about anything, however, is more inclined to wear clothing that has already suffered permanent stains or rips.
Minor Darkness Manipulation -- Advanced A form of dark magic limited to striker attacks, small shields and tiny mists. There are plenty of similarities and differences between the usage of his light and dark magic, but the magical concepts are incredibly similar. Whenever he uses his dark magic, he oftentimes will lose a bit more energy than his light manipulation. Fortunately, learning the ability proved to be simplistic, thus Laurent is capable of smoothly creating spikes to attack his opponents or small shields. As a minor form of darkness manipulation, the power possessed its limits, namely with shields which held difficulty in blocking larger attacks. Larger attacks being blocked by the shield frequently have an excellent chance of nicking his body, causing damage. Unlike his light magic, Laurent can only use pre-existing darkness; he assumed this was the result of being more intuned with his light after years of usage.
Minor Light Manipulation -- Advanced A form of light magic limited to striker attacks, small shields and tiny mists. Since Laurent was previously an angel with a full arsenal of light-based magic, he was skillful in the manipulation since his transformation, however, he had to adjust his fighting style. His minor manipulation is less capable than his full light manipulation, although, he learned quickly how to fight with the manipulation. When Laurent creates light-based attacks, they consist of a variety of small spikes which he would launch at the opponent. The shields are considerably small, making it difficult to block larger attacks without risking the possibility of being nicked. Fortunately, the change in manipulation has made Laurent’s stamina in the manipulation increase considering he was accustomed to full-manipulations prior.
Hexes -- Intermediate Drawn circles which allows the user to activate a special type of magic. These circles, depending on the hex, can be drawn in chalk or blood. If anything, Laurent uses summoning hexes and has played around with the occasional disguise hex from time to time out of curiosity. Summoning, he can only get medium sized creatures and nothing bigger. He has trained his sight hex to be superior impart because he uses it to check unexcused absences from any troublesome students. Meanwhile, healing hexes had always rubbed Laurent the wrong way on account of their requirement of blood. As a result, he only uses them in emergency situations, but unfortunately, this has resulted in the hex losing strength. He can only accomplish a limited amount of healing, and furthermore, these hexes tend to drain his energy immensely. The remainder of his hexes do drain energy, but it is less significant than his healing one.
Blessings -- Intermediate The capability to endow onto others an enchantment to assist in protecting, strengthening or energizing the person in question. These boosts are minor, they can still manage to assist another individual. Blessing do tend to have ill effects on demons, hellhounds and some other hell species, making them sick under most circumstances. Despite possessing this ability prior to sinning, Laurent never became necessarily capable in it. While he can manage to bless others, it does take energy and the effects tend to be more lacklustre than average. As a result, he uses his blessing only to avoid conflicts with Hell species should it be necessary.
Wing Manifestation -- Beginner There was time where Laurent would frequently summon the luscious white wings he sported, but since they turned black it is merely a distant memory. He seldom summons his wings, the fallen angel’s control deteriorated as a result. Since he rarely summons them, Laurent takes a long period of time to summon his wings and the manifestation is extremely painful. He can only keep them summoned for short periods of time before he exhausts.
Fire Immunity -- Natural Even the most powerful flames are unable to burn Laurent. This can reach extents of allowing him to be immune to being sunburnt. Unlike the average human being, he is quite capable in warmer temperatures, allowing him to withstand deadly heats better than normal people. Long-term exposure can still result in heat exhaustion if Laurent is foolish enough to get dehydrated and attempt to spend a day in extreme heats.
Electricity Immunity -- Natural Due to the angel blood that once ran through Laurent’s veins, he cannot be electrocuted. This reaches lengths of making him immune to electric based magic or menial electrocution. While he can feel a tickling sensation from the sparks running across his skin, they are unable to bring harm to him. As a result, he can touch open electrical cords and be around electrical sparks that would usually be harmful to regular humans. This immunity has made it less likely for electricity to use him in order to get towards the ground, making bolts of lightning prone to avoiding him entirely.
backstory
There was once a woman, her long hair and hourglass figure being something admired by many, her sweet personality earning her many attempted suitors. Nobody tickled her fancy, the woman searching for somebody to remain beside her instead of people who lusted over her body. Unfortunately, she could be gullible at times and when she met a handsome man who sweet talked circles around her, it was only a matter of time. They spent plenty of time together, the woman known as Cera Maythorn falling under his spell in a matter of moments. Dates were plenty, the man causing her to fall deeply in what she believed to be love. As time passed, their relationship altered, turning more mature until finally they spent a night in a hotel room. When morning arrived, they parted ways, Cera expecting to visit the handsome man again for more nights of pleasure and romantic interactions, although, fate had different expectations. The young woman began having bouts of morning sickness.
After a short period of time passed, Cera visited the doctor where an interesting notion was provided by the doctor. They mentioned the possibility of Cera perhaps being pregnant, resulting in tests being conducted and the possibility confirmed. In her womb was the child of her beloved, the young Cera overjoyed to hear the news. Promptly, she left the office, fantasizing over her life spent with the handsome man and their new child to come. There was a wide smile plastered on Cera’s, her steps possessing delightful whimsy as her fantasy conducted a play in her mind; she needed to memorize her lines. They would live happily together, enjoying every second of it with their child to come. She arrived to his door, rapped on the wooden door and waited for him to arrive. As expected from the wealthy man, a servant opened the threshold and Cera made her request to see Marcus. After a few minutes, her prince descended the stairs, hastily grabbing her arm and leading her outside; this was unexpected. Once outside, he spoke in hushed words and demanded to know why exactly she was here. With a sweet voice, Cera explained she was pregnant with his child, but did not receive the favoured reaction.
That afternoon, she discovered Marcus was in a relationship, and would be cutting all ties to focus on the woman he loved. Heartbroken and upset, Cera fleed the place in tears, returning to her parents to tell them the news. Similarly, they were upset she could not end up with the man she desired, but also relieved since they wished better for their daughter. Despite her heartbreak, Cera carried the child to term and gave birth on a cold, December evening. From the moment she met her first child, she was overjoyed to have him in her life and named him Laurent. Her son, was miraculously an angel like her, making him extremely important to Cera, who taught him the importance of doing the right thing. The young boy became Cera’s first experience in child-rearing, her parents assisting the single mother. They all grew into a tight-knit family which loved one another dearly. At a young age, Laurent lived an excellent life, which he enjoyed immensely. After a few years, Cera began dating a new man who she later married.
There was something strange about having a new dad, which resulted in Laurent finally questioning his mother about his birth dad. When he asked, his mother’s face scrunched up and she sat him down, beginning to explain how Laurent’s birth father was not a good man. The explanation bothered the young boy, thus he grew to resent his birth dad. How could somebody simply abandoned his family? Certainly, this mysterious Marcus could not be a good person considering how he callously left his mother to be a single parent. There were times Cera would tell him stories about his biological father, even showing young Laurent a picture of the man he would grow to despise. Everything Cera described about the despicable man bothered the young boy, already starting to generate hatred from Laurent
Meanwhile, the new father was easily taking off the burden, even going lengths to bond with Laurent by teaching him about history and weaponry. They would play games and generally enjoy one another’s company on most occasions. As time proceeded, Cera and her new husband would have more children, resulted in Laurent being the eldest of a rather large family. He took excellent care of his siblings and helped his parents with their duties to take care of them. His exposure to children from a young age made Laurent excellent around him, resulting in a majority of his money when he was younger to come from babysitting.
School life was marvellous for the most part, with some exceptions. The later school years featured bullies, particularly from the hell species grouping which persistently bothered Laurent. They would tease him, occasionally going length to push the young boy around or even throw a punch if they were feeling extra brave. Ultimately, it resulted in Laurent associated hell species as horrible people because of the consistent torment. He oftentimes avoided them by attending study hall in his spare time, frequently using the hours to get ahead on work or even do some independent studies into his favourite topic, history. Due to teacher supervision in the area, Laurent was capable of avoiding his enemies without having to hinder his parents or teachers to assist him. As time went on, not everything was perfect as the bullies became more persistent about tormenting the young man, however, during one beating a teacher interfered and miscreants got in trouble. From then on, the teacher insisted Laurent should tell them if the issues kept going. The moment of bravery from the teacher alongside his enjoyment of school resulted in Laurent striving to become a teacher.
A majority of Laurent’s early life was best defined as average. He graduated high school and attended university to become a professor, taking majors in history and terrors. At one point, he decided to learn to fight to defend himself and his family from terrors should he be required. Some of these skills were taught by his step father, their well established bond allowing the training lessons to be enjoyable. Eventually, he graduated from university, which was expected considering he worked hard to get his marks. Around this time, his family had gathered for a celebration, everyone being there, some bringing their respective lovers. The party was incredible, the family coming together and enjoying the company of one another. Laughter, games and conversations were provided throughout the evening. Unfortunately, this pleasant day became the worse in Laurent’s life as a group of people broke in. The young man had been downstairs, planning to bring up more drinks when he heard the sounds of fire and screams. He rushed upstairs, noticing his father, dead, alongside some of his siblings already. The invaders systematically worked their way through the house, killing everybody inside, but mostly left the fire to murder the remainder. The young man searched for survivors, and was angered and extremely upset to find his beloved family murdered.
The fire was growing out of control, the house falling apart, some debris falling and damaging his left arm. The pain was immense, flames managing to burn and blister his arm and back as a result. Despite the pain, Laurent kept going, managing to escape the flames and get into the open where he found the group rejoicing over setting the place ablaze. Anger conquered Laurent’s mind, and without hesitation, he moved in to kill them. His emotions controlled his actions, and after all was done, he realized the sin he caused. By murdering the people who killed his family, he would never be any better then them; his wings turned black and he accepted it. He was a guilty man who lost everything in a single evening. When the police arrived, Laurent was arrested, going with them without any struggle. The situation was explained, but Laurent accepted the charges of voluntary manslaughter and promptly was sent to jail.
There was nothing remarkable about prison, Laurent merely learning to live his life in confined quarters. While the lack of freedom was never enjoyable, he tolerated with the thought of it being his payment for claiming those lives while in his anger. During his jail sentence, he was expected to attend counselling because of the nature of his sentence. Inside of prison, Laurent was best described as a quiet and obedient inmate. As his once pristine wings took on the ugly shade of black as he accepted everything he did, bothered by the events which happened by his own hands. He never truly connected with anybody, becoming a reclusive prisoner, only conversing when necessary. While he proved to be rather polite and nice, he still required the time rehabilitating, his emotions slowly being shown once a foundation of trust was created. It was evident Laurent was remorseful, although, he was adamant to serve his sentence fully.
After years of being held in prison, Laurent’s sentence was completed and he was released onto the streets of London. He began working himself back up slowly, deciding to take a few laborious jobs to earn an excellent wage. Eventually, he settled into an apartment and once he stabilized, Laurent spent plenty of time devoting his time to volunteer work. While he felt nothing could mend the atrocities he committed, he wished to assist the community in payment for his horrible sins. Unfortunately, nothing could change the immense loneliness and melancholy which surrounded the former prisoner. With his family dead, Laurent felt there was nobody he could turn to after leaving the prison. He was nervous, a little paranoid and frightened because of the crimes committed on that single day; he felt lost.
Years passed, Laurent deciding to work for the TRS as a scout for a brief time because of his hesitancy to fight again to accumulate money for future endeavours. Eventually, he found himself curious about terrors and the Assembly, thus he conducted research before returning to school to take courses on the study of terrors. He wished to combine his passion for teaching with something that could help the newest hunters of the world. When he returned to study terrors, the fallen angel worked hard to pass the tests so he could pass. With plenty of hard work, he accomplished his classes with excellence. After graduating, he rejoined the scouts for several years before moving to Lorsette when he was a 100 years old. He desired a new beginning, thus he settled into the Canadian city where he applied for a job as a Terror Professor. Initially, Laurent found himself distant from his students, struggling from his sorrowful past, but eventually he warmed.
The melancholy faded, Laurent becoming a vaguely different man once inside the classroom where he could strive and teach, which was his passion. He worked dutifully alongside his students as he worked endlessly to assist the future hunters which provided him a new definition of happiness. Plenty of years were spent as a TRS professor, Laurent never getting sick of the occupation since he assisted in making Lorsette a better place, although, old memories eventually surfaced. After a while, he offered himself as a fighting instructor should the TRS require him, even going lengths to state he could hunt if required. He felt comfortable in Lorsette, and he wished to assist the city which accepted him. Another class listing, the old Professor Maythorn reading over the variety of names until a name matched to a face surprised him. A familiar name with a startling notion for a student, but furthermore the name Vashti Evans which caused him to stare. Marcus Evans, his biological father possessed a similar surname, Laurent even remembering the pictures of Marcus and his wife. This woman coincidentally possessing a similar appearance, were they related?
Only time would tell, but since witnessing that list, Laurent steeled himself for the worse, prepared for the possible backlash should this police affiliate decide nothing had changed, even though he attempted to better himself at every turn.
misc
- Likes: Teaching, quiet moments, music, playing his guitar, calming surroundings, helping others, justice, his hat, smoking, doing terror studies, learning, making a difference, children, tolerant people, nature - Dislikes: His birth father, hell species, sin, crime, violence, having to fight, terrors, the Assembly, his wings, traitors, deserters, being abandoned, talking about feelings, emotions, screaming, health nuts, heavy metal, disruptive students, performing for crowds - Fears: Death, fire - Laurent is skilled with firearms, resulting in a rather deadly aim. - His half-sister is Vashti Evans, although, he is unaware of this. - He primarily works as a terror professor and only occasionally as a fighting instructor. He usually attempts to avoid getting into physical brawls. - While he is not renown as a hunter, but would perform hunter duties if asked by an authority figure. Mind you, this would be begrudgingly. - Laurent is a heavy smoker, preferring cigars over cigarettes. - When Laurent was arrested, he was arrested on charges of voluntary manslaughter. - He can both sing and play guitar, but he refuses to play in front of anybody. - Despite being bitter and a tad abrasive to most adults, Laurent is surprisingly good with kids. He appears to be able to keep a happy facade when they are around.
roleplayer info
☆ NAME chibi magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 7 years
☆ TIMEZONE central
☆ GENDER female
☆ AGE twenty
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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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