Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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season
Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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!
you're the most beautiful animal i've ever seen. here amidst the softly falling snow.
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or a moment, Brendon became lost in the murky shadows of the night beyond the iron gates that protected his home. And a sad sort of feeling began to wash over his petite and boyish form, rising to creep around his heart and encase it in an icy touch. What lied beyond the cage of his home reminded him of the visions he sometimes saw in his dreams. They were very much like the encroaching darkness he could see looming within the dark calico forest, as the dark hour still managed to shroud the blanket of snow in shadows. Shadows that were scary and haunting, but the darkened silhouette was… well, he… didn’t know.
Within the shroud of the forest, a noise of foilage rustling caught Brendon’s attention. It had been nothing more than a whisper of a sound, one to be overlooked for certain, but it stood out to him and brought his amber gaze into that direction. But, there wasn’t anything that he could see, only a feeling of something lurking deep within, and watching. The sensation was somewhat alarming, and spooky, but also made him feel almost transfixed until Gregory, the guard, ended up speaking out to him and causing him to jump in fright.
“All right, chap, it’s time to mosey your way to elsewhere, as we have another guest approaching.” Gregory appeared beside him at the gate, outstretching one hand to the iron bars with the intention to open the entrance for the arriving vehicle.
Brendon’s gaze moved from Gregory and out toward the lights he could see approaching up the drive, and then over — to a glimpse of what he thought to be emerald irises shining in the shadows of Calico forest, for only the barest of a second, before they disappeared as though they never were. Brendon’s heart immediately thumped harshly within his chest, blood rushing into his cheeks, making his face feel warm, and not knowing what else to do he began to bound off along the trail of the wall bordering their premises, wondering with a thundering heart what he had seen in the forest line.
you're the most beautiful animal i've ever seen. here amidst the softly falling snow.
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s the large double doors of the Matthews estate swung outward a gust of chilled wind and snow flurries blew directly into the brilliantly lit halls of the foyer, the small floating particles tickling Brendon’s face and dusting his gray coat in white. With it came the chill that was typical of any late night in February. Clutched in one of the gloved hands of the fourteen year old was the temperature regulating charm his mother had given him; an item many no longer went without.
When the thick padding of his deep brown boots stepped down the front steps and onto the shoveled pathway that had been carved out all the way across the courtyard, to the manor’s entrance gates themselves, a pronounced crunch parted underneath his weight, the sound unnaturally loud in the otherwise dead quiet of a winter’s night.
Brendon Matthews, the youngest male in the entire Matthews household, held a sourpuss face, his bottom lip extended in a pout, as he marched his way through the snow covered path, for as you see… he wasn’t a fan of the fancy gatherings and get together's his large family could often put together. He didn’t like the awkward, formal clothing he was forced to wear, or the gel that was smoothed through his hair, or his mother’s pickiness and bad mood. But, more than all of that, he supposed, he simply didn’t like… the crowd. The people. The staring, the talking, and laughing. He didn’t know how many people talked about him or laughed about him, or if they didn’t even notice him at all, but in the end he was always glad to find a way to dart to his escape.
Some of the estate’s staff gave him wary or knowing looks, silent scoldings, and reproach for the fact that they all knew of his antics, and his spoiled ways, and the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be out in the Manor’s courtyard browsing the white wonderland of landscape but instead inside, in the ballroom, at his mother’s side, socializing. But, it didn’t really matter, because Great Grandfather Fergus hadn’t once voiced a displeasure in his actions, and really his voice was the only one that truly mattered.
The thought of his Great Grandfather was a souring one, and with a face he kicked out his left foot and sent some loose snow flying a few feet. The manor grounds were safe and there had never been an incident of a terror getting inside, so going out at all or any hours of any time or any day was completely fine, as far as he was concerned!
But, there was one place that he was forbidden. Brendon paused as he neared the end of the courtyard where his path was met with the black iron of strongly welded gates. Folding his arms across his chest, his amber gaze roamed over to one of the two guards as the man actually spoke out to him. “At it again, are we, young master Brendon?”
“I’m just getting some fresh air,” He replied a little indignantly, pushing his nose into the air in his slight defiance while one of his hands slipped from his coat’s sleeve and he had to quickly try to bring it back up into place, his cheeks growing a little flush from his clumsy misstep.
Looking beyond the iron bars of the front gates, however, sobered the boy’s mood somewhat, as the sight was metaphorically the lock and doors to the large cage he had been trapped in all of his life. He was not allowed off of the premises, and had no knowledge of what laid beyond, other than danger, and terrors, and other terrifying creatures, and beasts.
“Do you really think it’s all that bad out there?” He found himself asking the guard, named Gregory, that he had known for most of his life. Although the man was far beyond the age of fifty, he looked not a single day older than twenty-five.
“All that bad, and even more,” He reassured with a wicked smile, and Brendon just fumed at him before forcefully turning his attention away and purposely stepping forward until he was right at the gates, reaching out to place his hands on the freezing iron of the bars, and then squished his face in between the slots as he gazed out. He had always felt a draw to it; to the outside world, despite its scariness, and its monsters. Even though it made him scared, and looked so dark, and inky, and cast in shadows, it was something that… pulled at his heart. L-Like a wolf, howling to the moon.
HAIR — Brendon's hair is a deep, rich chocolate brown. His hair is thick and has a heavily layered appearance. Bangs hang over his forehead, sweeping down to eyebrow length, and then grow gradually in length to frame the sides of his face and cheeks. Although his hair stops at the nape of his neck, it's thickness gives it a very unruly appearance, filling out in all directions.
BODY — Being fourteen, and lacking the maturity of puberty, Brendon's features remain to be boyish. His cheeks are slightly chubby, his eyes larger and round. He stands at a shorter stature of 5'3". His body, although short, is not lanky, his body slim but fully filled out.
WINGS — Brendon's wings, when manifested, are mostly comprised of white but form a golden gradient as they reach toward the tips to become a deep autumn gold. They could be considered medium in size, possibly spanning just under half of the entire length of Brendon's body.
personality
SPIRITED — energetic, feisty, passionate, bold, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed In situations where he feels comfortable, or has been riled, Brendon can be quite the handful. At fourteen, and sheltered, he is still quite the kid. He can become feisty over things, filled with energy or zeal. This coupled with his stubborn streak can make quite the combination. Still, most of the time it's all in good fun.
SHY — bashful, meek, introverted, nervous, hesitant Under certain circumstances, generally toward others that he isn't familiar with, Brendon can get shy. He has lived a sheltered life, which can make him awkward in some social interactions, since he hasn't had much experience socializing with others outside of his family and their close friends.
STUBBORN — headstrong, determined, unwavering When it comes to something that Brendon does not want to do, or does not agree with, he is one to stubbornly remain unwavering in his decision. It is not easy to get him to budge. However, that isn't to say that he's not receptive to reasonable discussions over a subject he has developed a strong opinion of. Although, It does depend on how the situation is handled as well as how deeply integrated his mindset is on the subject.
WING MANIFESTATION - advanced Brendon has the ability to manifest his wings at will, with the exception of under exhaustion or intense pain. The process is not painful for him, his wings manifest in a burst of light in autumn hues. Offensive or defensive wise, Brendon hasn't really trained for either, leaving his wings with only the purpose of flight.
WEATHER MANIPULATION - beginner At this stage, Brendon has more of an ability to unintentionally manipulate the weather rather than intentionally control it. He hasn't gotten the hang of using his manipulation power, which frustrates him, as he tends to only disperse clouds and move them around rather than actually successfully produce anything. But, when angered or provoked, suddenly everything works just fine...!
TELEPORATION - beginner Brendon greatly struggles with the process of dissipating something as large as his human body into matter particles where he can then travel through a distance to re-materialize. For the most part, when actively attempting to do so, he can dissipate himself for all of a handful of seconds before he re-materializes back into existence, and the entire process is quite draining for him. Currently, he also has no knowledge of how to dissipate anything other than himself.
FUTURE SIGHT - beginner Brendon has no control over this ability at all. But, it has manifested in his life as vivid but murky dreams at night of a man shrouded in shadows. The dreams are haunting and pull at his heart, as though they have some sort of bigger meaning.
BREAKING CHARMS/CURSES - intermediate Aside from manifesting his wings, the only other ability that he seems to have gotten the hang of is breaking charms or curses. He has enough knowledge and experience to understand what sort of feeling or magic he is looking for in order to break the link.
BLESSINGS - beginner While not as incompetent in blessings as he is in weather manipulation and future sight, Brendon is still a beginner nonetheless. But, in all honesty, he doesn't really enjoy bestowing blessings on other individuals and so his lack of enthusiasm to do the lessons has left him with only a small amount of knowledge in the area. However, he does have an understanding of how to bestow a blessing. He just needs to train up his endurance.
HEALING - beginner Brendon has yet to be able to heal and hates the lessons so much that he does everything within his power to get out of them. His mother has opted, instead, to allow him to practice trying to heal himself, which Brendon seems to be more receptive to.
backstory
By the time Brendon was born into the Matthews lineage, they were an already well established family comprised of Nephilim, Human, and Gifted. At the head of the household was Fergus, an Angel of God; Brendon's Great Great Grandfather, and actual father. Although Brendon lived within the same large estate as the rest of his family, he seldom came into contact with them. The Matthews household was split into four distinct families, and Brendon and his mother August were the 3rd ranking family of four. As such, Fergus had never deemed Brendon as important and cared little toward his son. Regardless, Brendon grew up under the kindness of his mother and was able to lead a very pampered and protected life.
In his younger years, Brendon had been a very meek and shy boy, often coddled underneath the protective wings of his mother. He received private tutoring and schooling, and was often isolated from the rest of the four families. Nevertheless, he was very spoiled and generally received anything and everything he ever desired. His bedroom quarters were over saturated with deer and wolf plush toys. Likewise, he ate the finest meals and snacked on the most scrumptious of deserts.
Brendon developed a love for outdoors and spend a great deal of time wandering the estate's three acres of forest, fields, and gardens. However, by twelve years, responsibility began to crop up in his life. It became necessary to train his magical abilities, and it came as an unexpected struggle. Aside from flight, Brendon had difficulty growing his other powers, and it didn't take long for his handicap to spread to the other children in the Matthews manor. Seeing more and more of his cousins, and suffering through their bullying, Brendon began to grow a more hardened exterior.
A year later and Brendon learned of the Matthews family tradition; to create a contract with a familiar and bind their souls together. When he outright refused to do so, the public display of rebellion had caused gossip to spread like wildfire and for the first time Brendon experienced his Great Great Grandfather's wrath.
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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.
