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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Yours Truely,
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!
Zephyr loosened his jaws, and felt himself fly through the air as the brute spun, the force sending the large wolf shifter sailing. He landed with a crash on the roof of an SUV, crushing the vehicle into a ruined pancake. He got up and shook like a dog fresh out of the water.
With a sound like glass shards falling to a concrete floor, the armor he was wearing shattered, the last of the strengthening charms failing. Zephyr shrugged his shoulders and shifted to human form. He sighed and called out a number like a child who was answering a question he was bored of.
"334, lets just finish this already."
With a brief flash of light he now held what looked like a cross between a battle axe, and a ships anchor. The weapon gleamed, and flashed a rainbow of colors, revealing it was made from rare materials indeed. In this case, the entire thing was carved from a Dragon's Femur, and Fangs. The dragon in question had been dead for centuries, but Zephyr had found its body encased in ice.
That was when he noticed what the OTHER terror had done. Why freak people with eight legs when you can freak them out with a million?
He screamed. There was no other way to describe it, as the centipede terror, roughly the diameter of a 55 gallon drum, and the length of a school bus, reared up and hissed at him.
Zephyr screamed, and was frozen with absolute fear. Unlike the fears of others, based on the appearance, his was mortal. He suffered a severe allergy to centipede bites.
Now was a time that, had he been in possession of his wits, he would have requested a flamethrower.
Zephyr paled a bit as she got close, then blushed a bit.
"Right. Um, i can easily get to work on it tonight, i do my best work at night anyway."
Not entirely true, but he was running a good wavelength right now, and it would be a shame to cut it short. The Brute killer sword, sometimes called a Buster Blade in games, was a pet project, something he had been planning for a while, he had finally gotten his hands on enough mythril to make the Mythrin steel, so he had gone and done it.
"Any ideas what you want in particular? Long sword? Short sword? Axe? Hatchet? Daggers? I've got a catalogue around here somewhere, has all the designs ive done in the past..."
He turned and started rummaging through the piles and piles of empty energy drink cans all over the place. Fact was, Zephyr rarely, if ever, slept. Nightmares were never fun, and he would rather be so exhausted he was at risk of falling into the forge than go through that.
Zephyr heard the door open, the sound of someone speaking, but the large sword before him required utmost attention at this time in its forging. One mistake and no matter how powerful the strengthening charms, it would shatter. He lifted the heavy blade, the mythrin-steel alloy, his own invention, glowing almost white hot, and with a quick thrust, he plunged the weapon into a vat of what looked and smelled like blood. Mostly because it was, in fact, blood. From a manticore. Which had been a real pain to collect.
When the blood stopped bubbling, he reached in, up to his elbow, and removed the glistening tool of destruction. As the blood sluiced off the metal, it revealed that the alloy had taken on the color of a blue rose.
"Perfect. Becket can set the charms in the morning. Now then."
He turned, his eyes bright at the prospect of a new client, willing to perhaps let him experiment on something new, and chaotically destructive.
"How can I Help you?"
He grabbed a can of his energy drink, Black Mamba, which was actually a drink formulated for demons, angels, and other powerful creatures. Had he been human, the stuff would have made his heart explode. He cracked the open, and it hissed as if he had actually opened a can containing a deadly snake. He chugged it like a dying man fresh from the dessert chugging a glass of water.
"I've got everything a Hunter could need, and if i dont have it in stock, i can probably make it in a few hours."
Zephyr glanced up at the youth who came in...well he was probably Zeph's age...to be honest...The question however dragged a long sigh out of the shifter.
"I shooting to be in a tourney for a videogame. Participants had donations made to charities in their name, the further you got, the more was donated. But really i was after the grandprize, that computer would have been perfect. but the judges decided that my new controller, which is intuitive, was 'too powerful' for use in modern gaming, and would give me an unfair advantage."
He made a fist and released it several times.
"Basically its a console gaming controller, modified to be programmed so you can use it for PC gaming. I used some charms and some special metals to get the response time between when you trigger the button and when the computer registers it down to about one fiftieth of the normal."
The Shifter glanced at the other.
"Judging by your scent, you aren't exactly having a good either, lots of stress. sorry, I'm a shifter, so i can smell about everything. Which isnt always a great power to have."
Zephyr was..not pleased at the moment. Despite repeated pleas, and attempts at negotiation, the judges for the upcoming BladeMasters tourney had refused to let him play, as his intuitive controllers gave him too much of an edge, what with the whole .0000001 second response time they gave him. He was displeased, as while he made plenty of money as the Weapon of choice for several Elite Hunters, all the money in the world could not get him the Stellar Gaming PC that was the top prize for the the tourney.
The only way he could anything remotely that beefy was to build everything himself, and he had already been told he was no longer allowed to build computers...not after the one had somehow reprogrammed itself and started asking for lewds on the TRS email server...
Not his fault the AI had gotten access to Snapchat...
So there he was, brooding in the TRS main lounge, not because he wanted to be there, but because he had been kicked out of his workshop while it was cleaned...not his idea of a good time...they had also confiscated his weapons and his phone, so he wouldnt try to do anything stupid, lik the Tourney Committee's computers and plant something.
Zephyr ran out of liquid lightning more quickly than he liked. But that was to be expected this was, after all, the first use outside the workshop. He popped the weapon back into the charmed storage unit, and turned to confront the sergeant, only to find a Brute about to slam him into a pulp.
He Danced backwards with a string of foul words that would have made his grandmother, bless her soul, die all over again.
"Locker. Upon my shift, equip armor type Seven."
"Acknowledged."
Although called an infinite storage charm, it could actually only hold the mass of a small car. Essentially enough for some weapons a set of armor or two. Thankfully he hadnt cleared out space from his last mission, which had been fighting two brutes.
When the Shifter took his Dire Wolf form, the charm coated him in heavily charmed armor. He could, in theory, take several blows with armor. However, it hadnt been repaired yet, so at best he could take one before the armor became a hindrance.
Not that he planned on taking even one hit. He leaped at the Brute and fastened his teeth into its..Throat? Face? Something in the head and neck region anyway. The brute bellowed and began to try and shake the wolf off.
Hopefully the Sarge would take the chance to finish the thing off. Zeph didnt have anymore tricks in his bag of treats.
Zeph was shopping. The young shifter had run low on an important resource (Black Mamba Energy Drink, illegal for sale in most places, but he knew a guy).
Of course a day of shopping was never complete without HQ issuing a General Assistance call for his area. Normally this would have irritated. But when the call specified a Brute, and apparently some terror that had become a swarm of spiders, well.
"HQ. Black Wolf Responding. I am 5 minutes from GA. Standby."
"Confirmed, Black Wolf. Caution, Civilians are in the area, keep damage to minimum."
Zephyr shifted quickly, the wonderful little 'infinite storage' charm he wore always storing his clothing and items as he did so. He took to the streets, people jumping out of his way. Were he not so well know already n the area, the sight of a nearly 10 foot long (including his wonderful, majestic, and his humble opinion perfect, tail), 200 pound wolf running through the streets might have caused a panic. Instead it caused cheers, because were going to win, or lose, bets based on how much damage he caused.
When he arrived on scene he stared at the spiders and grinned, as a wolf. He shifted,his charm ensuring he was dressed once he was human again.
"Locker. Present Storage Item Number Two, Two, Three."
"Acknowledged."
With a little pop of distorted space, Zephyr now held what at first glance might be mistaken for a large Super Soaker Squirt Gun, only with a pair of tuning forks on the end. Switches were flicked, knobs adjusted and the shifter known as 'The Black Wolf of Destruction' began to laugh his eyes alight with chaos and possibly madness.
The weapon discharged, shooting what appeared to be liquid lightning, that coated the ground, and the spiders, and acted like one giant bugzapper.
Standing just a hair under six feet tall, with wide, but not bulky shoulders, dark hair that is highlighted by strands of platinum/silver, and eyes a shade of green that defies logic, Zephyr is an imposing figure to those who dont know him. With wiry, but obviously strong muscles on his arms and legs, and scars covering most of his upper torso, he looks like he must be one of the best Hunters out there.
Most of his scars however are from his work in weapon-smithing, although he has been known to take part in Hunter expeditions, he prefers his work at the forge.
In his animal form he is a massive black and silver, green eyed Dire Wolf. His body is just barely smaller than a pony, with a head to match. The most noticeable feature of his wolf form however, is the incredibly soft fur, which is said to rival even the softest beds of Heaven.
NEGATIVE - Rash - Impulsive - Prone to sarcasm - Holds a grudge - Obsessed with overkill
abilities
Gifted: Shifting: Zephyr can change his form into a massive dire wolf. With this shapeshifting comes Zoopathy, as well as hightened senses and instincts.
Weakness: Sense of smell easily abused, strong odors particularly pungent. Eye sight more suited to dim light, bright light can be painful if exposed suddenly.
backstory
Born on Earth to a human couple, a genetic throwback to his great great grandmother, the only shifter in his family line, Zephyr was seen as a blessing, and truthfully his family had many instances of great luck after his birth.
This ended when he was ten, and his family was slaughtered by terrors. Only Zephyr survived. He was taken in by his older cousin, an Elite Hunter, who was turned by a Lycanthrope. There Zephyr was found to have a natural instinct and talent for working with metals that most Earth denizens struggled with. He trained as a both a Hunter as a Weapon Smith.
misc
He can be a bit of snarky arse before his morning coffee, if you wish to be his friend, bring him a quad caff, triple bypass espresso before any morning meetings.
roleplayer info
☆ NAME Dremulf
☆ RP EXPERIENCE Forever
☆ TIMEZONE Eastern Standard
☆ GENDER Male
☆ AGE Old
☆ OTHER CHARACTERS Roland (Coming Soon!)
☆ FACE CLAIM Hei - Darker than Black (Edited for eyes) ----------------------
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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.
