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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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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sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Echoing through the shut wooden doors was the cacaphony of cheers, yells and booming music. As the progression of spring overtaking the winter chill entered Lorsette, the famous families gathered and hosted parties related to the shifting seasons. A celebration of the passing cold turmoil giving way to the beauty of blossoming flowers and buzzing bees. Moments ago had the party-goers flocked inside, each carefully documented and granted entrance in accordance to the attendance list provided by the hosts. Though, many knew showing up uninvited meant undoubted scrutiny from the onlookers.
Years serving the Titanium Shield tipped Avery to the regular behaviours of the wealthier individuals. Many desired those considered superior to grace them with admiration while fighting to capitalize the Lorsette social scenes. The concept was beyond the common-wealth bodyguard and high-classed introvert. Rather, he preferred to stow himself away in his house in the wilderness alongside the children he cared for. Life was simplistic but worthwhile. Inside the warded square of his home where a sense of safety and those who lived with him were cherished at every turn.
Despite the coming of spring, the air held a nasty chill. Between his subtly parted drifted the softest clouds of warm breath into the night sky. While his temperature regulation charm accompanied by a thin jacket defended Avery from the cold, the symptoms remained. Clouded breath, coated people and individuals seeking warmth in whatever place granted it. Spring took the edge off the night cold, but until the middle, a frigid front would remain when the sun retreated. Silently, the one-eyed brunette shifted in his spot, stirring his muscles to keep away stiffness.
His single forest-green eye scanned his surroundings, subtly narrow as it played over the bushes. A breath drifted through to rustle their branches, but everything was still and silent otherwise. Beyond the front yard were bright streetlights pouring over sidewalks, leaving patches of light amidst the darkness. Dots of lights available in windows created vague outlines of houses and the layout of rooms. Above the many rooftops was the endless sky dotted with gorgeous stars and a claw-shaped moon shining. The night possessed breath-taking beauty, however, with cold as its companion it was rarely admired.
The delicate ears of the lycanthrope picked up on rustling from his coworker. Instinctually, he glanced in his direction, eye analyzing the young man beside him. For the entire entrance and subsequent watching, the younger guard leaned against the building side with fingers tapping away at his cellphone. It contrasted the stiff-backed and stone-faced Avery standing at the other side of the door, attentive and prepared to take action. The man's attention had been entirely on his phone, however, the lycanthrope finally received his gaze.
"Imma be heading out soon, got a few things to do, but I got someone coming to take over," the man explained with a goofy grin.
The brunette's gaze faltered, exhibiting his unimpressed reaction. There were plenty of opportunities before the young man attended work to arrange somebody else's arrival, alas, he succumbed to foolishly finding someone last second. An irritated sigh naturally escaped the depths of Avery's throat.
"Understood," he mumbled coldly to his temporary partner.
Abrupt changes in partnership were something obnoxious to the older lycanthrope. A different individual entering the scene meant explaining guests of concerns or informing them with vivid descriptions of who attended and who was turned away. There were an endless amount of factors that could inevitably lead to the downfall, or at least, difficulties within an operation. The initial arrivals, in Avery's opinion, were a crucial viewing point for their protection efforts. It allowed them to survey all occupants of the party and gain a vague idea of their intentions, malicious or not.
However, the turned away lingered endlessly inside Avery's mind. There was a chance they would attempt to slip inside with the changing of faces. Additionally, the petty few who held their grudges to their heart would require explaining rather than a simple nod, gesture or single-word response... Thus, Avery maintained his cynical viewpoints while mentally critiquing his temporary assistant.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Conversation flowed smoothly between the pair of lycanthropes stationed at their table. The older comfortably adjusting himself in his chair, forest green eye fixated on the individual in front of him. In the distance, some tables displayed positive outlooks while others had begun turning sour as facts were learned. The bodyguard's sensitive ears picked up on joyous phrases and disgruntled datees. Alas, their table appear maintain a neutral tone between the two possibilities. There were no cheers of jubilee, but rather, mature, albeit, playful conversation.
The atmosphere was something oddly admired by Avery. Their progress in conversation felt natural, neither taking anything harshly or becoming over-zealous over developes. Merely a pleasant interaction between a pair of adults familiar with one another. While Avery's phlegmatic tendencies kept expressions from leaking onto his face, he was enjoying the engagement; it was a lot more than he expected. The smile on her face when he proclaimed admiring the drink's taste was a nice sight for the weathered bodyguard.
Their matching orders resulted in Avery's suspicions, of which Aurora playfully confirmed. It shortly sparked preferences of what he favoured to eat. A soft shrug arrived to push away thoughts of having a regular order.
"I like meat usually," he explained in a short sentence. "Am I right to assume you do not have a usual meal you order?"
Differences among menus was a common thing in the restuarant scene. Occasionally, having differing options paired with excellent cooking could spark public interest after all. Therefore, thoughts of Aurora's favouring dish being absent from the evening's menu was not outlandish.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
There was something interesting about Aurora's behaviours that continuously attracted Avery's attention. The uniqueness of her actions allured him, maintaining his fixating on her further than average. The circumstance of his attendance inspired his attempts at conversation to make the forced date not entirely disappointing for the unfortunate sap stuck with him. Yet, admittedly, parts of Avery fancied their conversation. If the male lycanthrope was required to attend to spare feelings, he was content Aurora was his date.
The mixture of sweet and sour washing over his tongue was a powerful, albeit, enjoyable taste. Nonetheless, he gave his lacklustre opinion on the beverage. He preferred the underbearing taste of his water; something simple without overpowering flavours. As the server arrived at their table, they patiently awaited an answer from one of the date attendees. Silently, Avery provided Aurora with the opportunity to state her order. After allowing their pen to scrawl out the order before turning to the one-eyed male and receiving a similar order.
As the server retreated, Avery's eye landed on the short-haired brunette. Subtle hints of surprise infiltrated his forest green eye. It appeared probable he inspired her order in the midst of her indecision.
"I am guessing you could not decide?" He asked to kick up a conversation.
Their would be no complaints about picking the same order. Rather, Avery's lack of conversational grace searched for the most convenient topic to proceed. His lack of capability in social functions left him debilitated and required him to cling to something to converse with.
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Never could Avery understand Aurora's behaviours and attitudes towards him. The woman appeared to enjoy his company somehow despite having the social grace of a lone wolf. Yet, the woman persevered through the questionable and asocial attitudes represented by the male lycanthrope. It was an accomplishment unseen by Avery throughout the years of his existence. Even during his high school days, the one-eyed man discovered himself a lonesome soul. Although, those days were riddled with pretentious and obnoxious people.
The male lycanthrope leaned back in his chair, hands folding and placing the menu down once his choice was made. Another eye roll was featured in the man's forest green eyes before his darkened hues focused back on Aurora. It was nothing personal against the brunette beauty, but Avery believed she deserved someone around her age. Someone who held vivacious energy and summoned seas of fun. However, she always appeared oddly amused by his cold, and at times, aloof demeanour whenever she gleefully teased him.
They had quietly discussed their food options, Avery picking something related to meat. The wolf inside always enjoyed the more canivirious options at restaurants. The sounds of ice jostling inside a cup filled Avery's ears as Aurora stirred her lemonade before taking a sip. Only moments after did the delighted woman compliment the drink, picking it up to offer the male lycanthrope a sip. The one-eyed man raised a brow, taken somewhat aback by the option. A smile was playing against her lips, and considering he was her blind date, he supposed he should indulge her a bit.
A gentle sigh breathed through his lips as he reached out, hands curling around the glass. Condensation rolled over his fingers, cool and suggesting a refreshing drink. He gingerly took a sip, allowing the sweet beverage to roll of his tongue. After, he gazed at the drink, not being particularly fond of sweet drinks.
"It's alright," he murmured before passing it back to Aurora.
Moments later, the server returned to their table to get their food orders. Enough time had passed for them to choose their dishes after all. The male lycanthrope remained silent, allowing Aurora to place her order before giving his so the server could retreat.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Wariness claimed his actions because of the paranoia that haunted him. Confirmation on Aurora's intentions was required, even though she represented herself positively. It was the manner he operated. He shielded himself from the possibility of betrayal despite beliefs the individual was unlikely to cause an offense. Everything about the actions being done was a safety precaution, nothing more and nothing less. These were his instincts, overpowering in their intent and refusing to allow the walls to crumble around him.
Guarded, it was the word to describe Avery's attitude towards others. Manifesting connections was difficult for somebody taught to be alert and harmed by those he trusted. Quietly, he leaned back in his chair, forest-green eye surveying the options written on the menu. The menu possessed calligraphy for the restaurant's title, the readable type with long curves. Pictures were stationed beside the text labelling the possible foods for their consumption. Occasionally, his eyes wavered from the lavish menu to peek at Aurora.
He listened to her words dripping with her regular teasing attitude. The male lycanthrope greeted her words with a simple shrug.
"I'm a busy man," he neutrally added to the shrug.
He proceeded to glance over the menu between his glances, attempting to deduct what he wished to consume. As a lycanthrope, his eyes hastily stared at the meat dishes... the wolf inside of him adored those. The smile was unnecessary because Aurora's tone of voice hinted at her teasing. The lycanthrope rolled his eyes in response to her words. His wariness required more information before these decisions were made... Fortunately, the conversation shifted to the meal options quickly.
"I am thinking the pork chops," he answered quietly in thought. "What about you?"
His eyes gazed over the top of the menu, waiting for her answer. He was curious about her choices of food and besides, it was apart of a date, correct?
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[attr="class","section intro"]The Titanium Shield was an organization created in medieval times originally to assist with the protection of royal and noble families. They offered their long-term services as retainers and mercenaries for the desperate individuals who required guardianship. Nowadays, the prerogative of Titanium Shield shifted to require more funds for their services, meaning, they protect the law-abiding people capable of paying for their service. [break][break] Their fixation is on running a bodyguard service for those who require it and can provide cash in return for their work. Regularly, clients get assigned a bodyguard and are provided with the option of having a primary protector should they wish to deal with a single individual. Others enlist to take whatever souls are capable of defending them. The Titanium Shield also provides protection for large gatherings. This branch is based out of Lorsette, but there other branches around the world.
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Leadership The Bosses
As with any agency, Titanium Shield has higher-ups who keep the business organized and operational. These people regularly process the paperwork and handle the ordering of supplies. They are also responsible for signing off on leaves of absence. These people are the front of Titanium Shield, therefore, they must act professionally to keep the business afloat and positive in the eyes of the people. [break][break] The director is the highest rank and decides the course the business will take. They have an assistant by their side to help them out. Below them is the mission supervisor who views information in regards to current clients and requests for larger-scale protection mission. The mission supervisor takes the submissions to arrange clients with the proper bodyguard. The ranks of leadership will be labelled below.
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Bodyguards The Guardians
Those who work for the Titanium Shield are considered bodyguards. Different guards have different clients, most being limited to one should they be applicable. Others make the decision to take shorter missions or change clients by protecting them until they are deemed safe. Regularly, those who lack a proper client will assist with the protection of others at parties. All current bodyguards of the Titanium Shield are listed below with their client beside them.
As with any good business, the Titanium Shield has clients who purchase their services. Some are considered permanent and will have a bodyguard arranged to protect them at all times. Others merely order the services for parties or events. A majority receive a certain guard who will be charged with the task for simplicity, others may choose a different route. Those who have specific guards charged with protecting them will have that guard's name beside theirs.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
The reasoning behind Avery's inquiry solely manifested from his self-awareness in his behaviour. People, under most circumstances, sought the company of the more vivacious and energetic, or, other like-minded folk. Rarely, would people offer those types of relationships to somebody of his introverted and phlegmatic attitude. Therefore, the notion of somebody desiring to gain his friendship was almost foreign to the bodyguard... Prior instances of people possessing those wishes were limited, his high school and childhood even being considered a rather lonesome existence.
Yet, here he stood, with a woman who he assumed was his junior searching for a friendly relationship with him. The thought was peculiar, but not outlandish. People discovered friendship in strange places and there was always the opportunity of a stranger to become an ally. Quietly, he listened, curious as to her reason for holding those wishes and rather than anything particular, Aurora mentioned holding no reasons. Perhaps his innate defensiveness and cynicism kept him wary... or the fact this situation was somewhat new to him.
"I see," the words breezed through his lips as he pondered a moment. "I am surprised. Rarely do I receive offers of friendship, but if supper progresses it is something I am willing to accept."
A guarded nature flickered in his forest green eye. Previously, people feigned friendship only to betray him in the future. Alas, he was willing to provide Aurora the chance given their former interactions. She proved to be kind and did not demonstrate malicious intent. Yet, Avery at least desired to complete their blind date before coming to any direct decisions. He was always cautious, it infected him the moment those vampires threw him inside that shed for hours...
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Aurora was best described as peculiar in Avery's opinion. Unlike a majority of people, the short-haired brunette appeared somewhat thrilled to be around him. It granted her opportunities to tease him for her amusement after all. Nonetheless, the one-eyed lycanthrope was astonished by the woman's willingness to reside in his company. He offered nothing valuable to conversation and his phlegmatic attitude made him hardly engaging. Yet, Aurora sat across from him, showing no visible signs of discontentment with the situation.
No complaints were being registered by Avery, he was merely surprised. Frequently, he considered conversations with him similar to speaking with a boulder. Eventually, a server approached their table, menus tucked under her arm and pen and paper secured in her hand. Upon her arrival, she handed Aurora and Avery their separate menus. As expected of the first arrival of a waitress, she would request their beverages and fetch them while they picked their meal for the evening. There was little thought as Avery glanced over the drinks.
With two young boys living with him, the bodyguard rarely indulged in liquor. Additionally, the effects of booze were useless to those working in protection. He listened to Aurora's more exhilarating request of strawberry lemonade, meanwhile, his eyes fixated on the mundane.
"I'll just get water," Avery stated.
Briefly, his eye flickered over to the woman taking their before returning to his menu. The sounds of a pen writing across a notepad filled his sensitive ears. Promptly, it would be followed by the sounds of their waitress' retreat from the table to provide their orders. In her absence, Avery heard Aurora's words that once again surprised him. A brow lifted as Avery peeked over his menu at the mysterious woman. Through her teasing, she offered friendship, something the male lycanthrope rarely received from others.
"May I ask why you have developed such an interest in me?" Avery inquired in his emotionally neutral voice.
He attempted to avoid rudeness with his question, however, the man was genuinely curious. Based on observations, he would assume people of her age and behaviour would seek vivacious party-goers rather than a phlegmatic man in his late-thirties. Therefore, asking the reason felt like a requirement.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Relationships were never something Avery even considered because of his lack of ability to connect with others. Never had he found someone capable of handling his lack of expression, furthermore, building fondness towards people was a struggle. Yet, Aurora was able to manifest some definition of a conversation between them. It was refreshing in a way to have somebody who he could speak with and not suffer consequences from it. She was somebody pleasant to be around, at least, forced to be around. There were no options about whether they spent time together or not in this situation, but Avery would not complain.
Although, Avery would still reject Aurora from the position of a lover. Fortunately, the woman was more amused by the situation rather than disheartened. The short-haired brunette was a perplexing individual, to say the least about her. Whenever those phlegmatic traits surfacing, Aurora appeared more entertained by his personality rather than upset over the situation. She provided laughter in response to him attempting to clear up the situation. He supposed he was never one for romantic feelings. Those types of emotions were seemingly beyond him, however, he never felt the attractions mentioned by young men and women.
It felt as though he lacked the comprehension of notions such as love. Alas, he bore the visage of emotionless nature and the characteristics to match. The experiences of his past stifled his growth as a person, forcing him into a difficult circumstance when it arrived in interacting with other people. Moments later, a waiter arrived at their table, menu in hand and pen primed to take their drink orders. They would be allowed to enjoy a beverage while deciding their meals. After a glance over the menu, Avery decided to order simple water.
He never enjoyed fancier drinks and furthermore, alcohol hardly brought him happiness. In the end, water was the healthiest and easiest drink he could pick.
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Aurora’s friendly nature failed to cease throughout their interaction as she listened, providing nods of acknowledgement to prove his words were digested. Fortunately, they were both interested in the conversation, allowing things to transgress smoothly. Stumbles were minimal, familiarity improving the circumstances by unbelievable lengths. The male lycanthrope shifted in his chair, sparing a moment to arch his back and roll his shoulders. Muscles and bones moved accordingly, losing their once locked position.
Obsessive stillness easily resulted in some stiffness haunting Avery’s body. By no means was he elderly, but nonetheless his age took its toll. The bodyguard’s abilities kept him strong enough to carry on without the regular hindrances inflicted on humans. Once his round of stretching was completed, Avery settled in his chair, adjusting a little bit more in search for comfort. The usual reactions he grew to expect from Aurora occurred as her soft laughter filled his sensitive hearing. Their pair of meetings established the short-haired woman as a playful and cheerful one.
Her following question resulted in the one-eyed man raising a brow. Did anybody really stand a chance waltzing into his heart? The man hardly carried for physical appearances nor did he merit time to create personal connections. There were two people who possessed a closeness to Avery, one being his nephew, Xavier, and the other his adopted child Robyn.
“I’m not looking,” he stated, voice neutral.
To some, his response could be taken as cold and calloused, however, in reality it was the bodyguard’s phlegmatic nature surfacing. Dates, romance and other intimate affairs were hardly touched upon, even during his adolescent years... Although, through those younger ages he battled against an anxiety monster known as claustrophobia... Those battles... they kept him from learning and developing a familiarity with those relationships. It infected him, maintaining the single father figure merely searching to make a living.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Protecting others was an enjoyable occupation for Avery. People appreciated the services and furthermore the job honed on his capabilities. Book smarts were not among the male lycanthrope's strengths, however, he could beat somebody in a fight. In a way, brawling was everything Avery known after his rocky high school life. Several times they poked at the wolf, angering him, forcing the bodyguard to learn more about defending himself. Ultimately, it forged his decision to become a protector, somebody who used his physical capabilities to help others.
Other occupations were perhaps an option, but Avery decided he would be better off using the facts he knew. A majority of jobs required schooling, hence his decision would require schooling in combat, which he was already familiar with before he could enter. Alas, their conversation was not fixated around work, but rather around things done when one was away from their occupation. There were few things Avery accomplished when away from the confines of work and able to relax. Under most circumstances, he spent time with the kids, perhaps walked through the woods or ride around on his motorcycle.
"For relaxation I sometimes enjoy walks in the woods," Avery explained.
Calico Forest was a magnificent location, an open place where he felt able to calmly breathe. These types of situations were an entirely different question because of his introverted preference, but he could breathe easy. Aurora was a familiar face despite being a mere acquaintance, meaning a platonic conversation could transpire between them. The woman's light-hearted teasing proceeded, Avery not bothered by her playfulness.
"I suppose," he responded, voice neutral.
Usually, the phlegmatic man did not participate in Aurora's little games, yet, the task he placed upon himself was to entertain his date at least. If the short-haired woman was stuck with him, then he would attempt to make things more bearable. Compliments were in a way requested, thus Avery provided. He believed his comments would not be appreciated because of his age, yet, there was redness developing on Aurora's cheeks. It surprised the male lycanthrope, the shock being semi-noticeable in his forest green optics. Did she enjoy the compliment enough to blush? It seemed unprecedented. Afterwards, Aurora referred to him as a charmer before proceeding to ask him why he was not her target audience.
"Well, we are not exactly close in age," Avery stated, explaining.
For a majority of people, closeness in age was crucial. It provided similarities made through growing up in a close timeframe. There was age placed between him and Avery genuinely believed it would be a barrier.
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The assumption created by Aurora about Avery fictional marital status sounded truthful considering how often he worked. His duties as a bodyguard were significant in his life, absolutely crucial. He worked a majority of the time and when he was not, then Avery would care for the children in his care. In a way, he was essentially married to his bodyguard occupation since he worked whatever shifts he needed to while balancing his family duties. Earning a living was important to assure the children would be alright, especially with him being a single parent of sorts.
Alas, as a bodyguard, they required him to take breaks and his children signing him up and forcing that situation. Luckily, he could assume the conversation would hold a similar vibe to two acquaintances chatting. He believed nothing significant could manifest from their interaction, but perhaps a friendship. There were no complaints registered as Aurora laughed at her light-hearted jabs. He was not bothered by her humour, hence, he simply allowed Aurora to proceed with her seemingly endless amounts of jokes.
Although, the tone shifted to a more serious one when Aurora mentioned it was good watching him relax. Oftentimes, the bodyguard was phlegmatic and tense, a stony-faced man whenever he was on duty.
"I guess it is nice to hear," he said with somewhat of a shrug. "Although, I'm not particularly fond of going out myself."
Being paired with Aurora possessed a variety of perks, most specifically being the light-hearted nature she displayed. Mentioning how he never signed up himself did not dishearten her, rather, she found it cute and probably figured there were outlying reasons for Avery's attendance. Fortunately, Aurora did not appear concerned about his reasons for attending the event.
"It means I am not necessarily here looking for love or anything similar. I wanted to warn you ahead of time," Avery explained in his regular neutral tone.
Love was something elusive and rarely thought about by Avery, hence, signing his name upon the list would have never been accomplished by his hand. These events, in the one-eyed man's perspective, were nothing, but cheap ways of forcing two strangers completely new to one another to engage in a relationship. There was nothing genuine about the romance in these situations in Avery's honest opinion. After bringing up the children in his care, Aurora began inquiring about their ages.
"One is my nephew, he is 14 and the other is a child I found who needed a home, they are 16," Avery answered.
His nephew, Xavier, had questionable behaviours that manifested from an abusive situation meanwhile Robyn was somewhat of an enigma. Although, Avery found it pleasant acting as a father figure to those children. It was unexpected for somebody with his behaviours, yet, despite his phlegmatic nature, he cared for those kids. There were more fortunes in Avery's favour as Aurora explained her entire motivation for signing up was an excuse to look beautiful. When she inquired about his opinion on her appearance, he gave a nod.
"Quite, but I am probably not the audience you wish to impress," Avery responded.
There was evidence that Aurora was younger than Avery, hence, she was likely attempting to impress people around her age; unless she had some type of immortality. Alas, the male lycanthrope's comment was designed to be supportive of the kind woman. Throughout their interactions, the short-haired woman carried a pleasant conversation and accomplished nothing offensive, thus Avery could at least display himself as a pleasant date.
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