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
The male lycanthrope's solemn demeanour was difficult to breach as he quietly walked alongside the young brunette. Rarely could people manage to spark emotions in the man who lacked expressiveness. There were people faulted for the phlegmatic attitude, the vampires who bullied him throughout his high school life. It made the one-eyed man guarded, unable to release the notion of potentially being attacked at any moment. Scars covered his mind, manifesting a requirement to protect himself from the possibility of being harmed again.
A subtle emotion of surprise breached Avery's countenance when the young woman stated was not a "bad thing". A majority of people would insist Avery was being a Debby Downer or a Stick in The Mud. Thus, listening to a unique reaction was refreshing for the male lycanthrope. A slight calmness claimed Avery, his footsteps softer as they moved together. Furthermore, the young woman proceeded, stating he was not required to apologize in this situation. This woman's attitude was somewhat pleasant, Avery appreciating her kinder response to his behaviour.
"Thank you for your understanding," Avery answered tonelessly.
Quietly, Avery listened to the brunette woman's reason for being out during the later hours of the evening. An eyebrow was raised at her explanation, however, he promptly shrugged it off. He agreed with the words she stated, mostly because she enjoyed the nightfall as well. The stars, the calmness and quietness made the price of coldness and fear worth the sacrifice.
"I understand. I like the night as well. It's pleasant, peaceful usually," the lycanthrope explained, the slightest touch of joy touching his voice.
Strolling down the sidewalk alongside Aurora was interesting, however, something Avery could appreciate. Her company was tolerable, going lengths to be considered a little pleasant. She proceeded to laugh, meanwhile, the male lycanthrope continued to show little emotion. Despite not minding her company, Avery still rarely cracked a chuckle at jokes. When she mentioned being annoying the one-eyed man provided her with a shrug.
"You're not annoying," he assured, albeit, with a lacking in expressed emotion.
When the woman attempted to fix her shoe, Avery ceased his movement, granting her the opportunity to fix it. He stated he would walk alongside her until they parted and going ahead would make the objective difficult or downright impossible. As she fixed her shoe, another question left the woman's lips aimed at the reason behind his patrolling. The question's answer was met with hesitance as Avery chose her words carefully.
"I'm a bodyguard, I was hired to help with security," Avery answered, giving minimal information.
He wished to provide her an answer, however, felt required to keep everything vague. The last thing the male brunette desired was to create issues by giving information to a person who could still be considered a stranger. There were few things Avery knew about Aurora, therefore, he remained cautious.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Solemn expressions were something people frequently witnessed on Avery's countenance. It was difficult to make the lycanthrope laugh, however, he was not bothered by the jokes, he simply lacked motivation to laugh. Tickling Avery’s funny bone was a difficult objective to accomplish. Years of cruel jokes kept the one-eyed lycanthrope guarded under most circumstances. Alas, the bodyguard's instincts informed him to remain alert, especially given the circumstances provided.
Earlier, the young woman had been sprinting down the sidewalk and furthermore, he was tasked with checking for suspicious individuals. Ultimately, Avery felt required to maintain caution with each taken step, his forest green eyes surveying the surrounding walkways. Threats were unseen, whether they lurked amidst the darkened corners, hidden from his view was another question as the pair moved. The sounds of their shoes walking over pavement echoed in Avery's ears, his enhanced senses allowing him to detect noises from greater distances as well.
The mysterious brunette smiled at him, stating an observation that connected with his chosen occupation. The blunt honesty was oddly welcomed as the male lycanthrope knew the truth behind the words which some would find insulting.
"Moreso I feel obliged to stay alert. The only way to find a threat is to pay attention to your surroundings," Avery answered in his usual serious tone. "I'm sorry if it isn't good for joking around."
The final words held the slightest tinge of emotion, however, the trace was narrowly noticeable. Somebody with keen hearing could perhaps detect the softer undertones of his voice. The question was reciprocated and answered by the short-haired woman, Avery listened to Aurora's answer. She claimed to be out for a stroll in the pleasant autumn air because she favoured the season, and the male lycanthrope would believe her for the time being. There were some inconsistencies, however, there were magnificent yards with trees, thus he thought she wished to view the beautiful homes and trees.
"I see... I recommend walking during the day instead. It would be safer," Avery explained.
Gradually, the pair walked down the sidewalk, Avery quietly following the young woman. The brown-haired man side glanced at Aurora, noticing a smile stretched across her face. Further jokes were made before the woman stated she would cease because of his lack of reaction. A soft frown touched Avery's lips as his gaze focused on Aurora.
"You can make them if you want. I just... don't laugh often," Avery slowly responded.
They proceeded down the walkways together, the one-eyed bodyguard glancing around as they moved. Despite having company, Avery's occupation remained at the forefront of the man's mind.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Under most circumstances, Avery would allow people to accomplish what they wished, however, considering he would be heading the same direction as the mysterious young woman, there would be no harm in accompanying her for a ways. Assuring the woman's safety could be done conveniently without hindering his plans to survey the area around the block. The manor's safety was his top priority since the family hired him, but there was certainly no harm in escorting a young lady. Besides, merely abandoning the brunette without assuring she will be safe did not sit well in his head.
Once he managed to catch up, his pace slowed to match hers when they proceeded to walk down the sidewalk. He walked beside the young brunette, his hands plunging into the warm depths of his trench coat as they strolled down the concrete together. Quietly, Avery walked alongside the short-haired woman. The bodyguard was never a talker, thus he maintained silence as they continued down these sidewalks. As they moved, the male lycanthrope remained alert, his senses assuring there was no danger in the immediate area unless they were quiet or cloaked.
As they continued, the woman inquired about his reason for being out here, Avery promptly glancing over at the female brunette. Despite her quiet laugh, the male lycanthrope never laughed in return even with the existence of a playful joke; he proved to not be expressive.
"I'm a bodyguard, I was hired to help out with the protection at a manor in the area, however, I am on break... but I felt restless so I decided to patrol the block for suspicious activity," Avery explained calmly. "And what brings you out on this evening? If I may ask."
The woman was proving to be polite, even providing the opportunity to refuse to answer should he not wish to. Alas, there was no harm in granting the stranger an explanation for his presence in the area. He was accomplishing the occupation he was hired to, nothing more, nothing less. Only moments later did the short-haired brunette provide her name, thus, Avery decided to reciprocate.
"My name is Avery," he said before pausing to add, "It is nice to meet you."
There was little emotion in his words, however, he decided to stay civilized and polite with the woman. She had recently fled from an unknown "threat", which motivated Avery to remain kind. Unfortunately, the lycanthrope was uncertain if he could give adequate conversation support. Thus, the bodyguard stayed silent, allowing the young, female brunette to lead the conversation.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Alert, Avery's senses were prepared to detect anything unusual about their surroundings. Even if the brunette claimed there was potentially nothing dangerous in the area, the male lycanthrope decided to remain on alert for their safety. As a bodyguard, Avery was expected to protect himself when necessary, however, he would not stand by and allow the frightened woman to perish should somebody truly be following her down those sidewalks.
The manner which the short-haired woman clung to his arm suggested genuine fear, thus Avery was willing to believe the potential of somebody hiding in the shadows. The concerning situation eventually shifted, the male's sensitive ears detecting a change in the female stranger's breathing. An apology left the woman's lips as she finally gained the courage to release his arm, granting Avery some freedom. The dark-haired man's eyes remained locked on the woman, emotion difficult to discern from his stony face; he was never an expressive man.
In his forest green gaze, there was always a guardedness evident in his eyes. Negative experiences left scars on his mind and heart, therefore, he never revealed his cards in a single glance. Quietly, he listened to the brunette's words, hiding any clues to his concerns over her safety. Perhaps the lycanthrope was aloof and cynical, however, he lacked the definition of heartless. People held their motives and objective, alas, he learned to tolerate the thought in hopes of defending them from the similar circumstances which harmed him years ago.
There was a pause of silence as the woman waved and retreated the way she previously ran from. The patrol around the block was in a similar direction.
"Wait," he began, approaching her again. "I was heading the same way anyways, we might as well walk together until your ride arrives or our paths part."
While the bodyguard could not follow her the entire length home to assure her safety, he decided escorting her briefly would be something he could accomplish to assist her. Furthermore, if there was an enemy lurking in the darkness, he could handle the situation. Theoretically, the noises she heard could potential be a risk for the wealthy party the bodyguard was expected to defend.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Wandering through the streets during the evening was always a dangerous action. Terrors could be anywhere, same with Assembly members or general criminals lurking for a wealthy location or individual to mug. Thus witnessing anybody hastily fleeing down the sidewalk was hardly a surprise to Avery. Horrible people could lurk anywhere without a doubt and that concept was taught in elementary school in the form of malicious vampires who pretended to desire friendship. They locked him in those small spaces, damaged his mind through the merciless, unnecessary torment and expected him to accept and move on from what occurred. The breeze kept ruffling his clothing as Avery attempted to wave the female brunette to a halt, hoping she would cease her high-speed running. Fortunately, he appeared successful as the young woman slowed her pace, however, continued to step closer. Only moments later did she captured his arm in a tight grip, breathing heavily as she caught her breath. The male lycanthrope's brow lifted as his dark green eyes fixated on the distressed woman.
The magical persuasion of his charmed bracelette allowed Avery to easily handle the close proximity, however, the dark-haired man was bothered by closed in spaces and massive crowds opposed to a single person clinging to his arm. Moments later she spoke, Avery silently listening to each word, comprehending the woes of one frightful noise bringing about concern. No laughter escaped his lips as he gazed in the direction she ran from.
"On a late evening like this, it is dangerous to be out alone. You were smart running if you weren't prepared for a fight. It's better than getting caught up in something you don't want to be," Avery responded in a somber tone.
These were serious matters, even if the pursuer was conjured up by an over-active imagination reacting to the spooky atmosphere of an autumn evening. One's safety was import, therefore, Avery considered the brunette's choices understandable given the possible direness of the situation. Minutes passed as the bodyguard's eyes lingered on the empty sidewalk beyond before being satisfied with his survey and returning her eyes to the short-haired woman.
"It appears everything is alright. If you're still scared, I can give you a ride home when I am done work," the bodyguard offered quietly. "It is dangerous at night, so it would be safer."
While his choice of transportation was nothing comfortable on these types of cold evenings, it managed to complete the task at hand. Cars and anything closed in was despised by the dark-haired man, therefore, he favoured a motorcycle or anything open. Occasionally, he even walked despite his home existing somewhat in the wilderness of Lorsette. Either way, he wished to assist the young woman or at least, offer a less paranoia-inducing method home.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Cold, early autumn air nipped at Avery's face as he walked down the bland, well-kept sidewalks of the wealthier housing district. A mild stinging entered the solemn-faced man's cheeks as his dark-green eye observing his surroundings. Senses were primed, listening, smelling and watching for any signs of danger or suspicion which could ruin his evening or the occupants of the lavish party. Alas, everything appeared calm on a pleasant autumn eve. Thus, Avery proceeded to walk around the block without any worries entering his mind. Nobody appeared worrisome about the day's events, at least according to the radio. With hands hidden in his pocket, the male lycanthrope quietly observing his surroundings, the tenseness in his figure merely manifested from concerns of the night. Terrors lurked during the evening, thus Avery remained alert as he wandered around the block. Quietly, the bodyguard continued down the sidewalk, unfrightened by the notion of a possible terror attack or criminal activity on him. Years of training allowed Avery to easily defend himself, thus, he was confident he would be alright.
Everything changed abruptly when Avery's delicate ears heard the sounds of quickly-paced step. The one-eyed man glanced up, curious, and promptly noticed the woman sprinting around the corner of the block. Worry flashed in the male lycanthrope's eyes as he centered himself on the sidewalk, hands up to display he was not a threat. Clearly, this woman was running from something, thus Avery decided it was his duty to assure she would be alright.
"Hey, miss?! Are you alright?" Avery called.
The brown-haired man hoped the woman would slow her pace to explain why exactly she was running. As somebody who worked in security, Avery considered himself a shield to citizens, even if they only cared about their own objectives. Being a bodyguard was mostly enjoyed because of his capability in defending others, furthermore, fighting appeared to be among the few things he was capable. Senses remained alert as Avery awaited his answer, just in case he would be required to defend this young brunette.
sometimes the enemy is locked within your own mind
Evening arrived unexpectedly, time seemingly drifted slow throughout the morning hours of an early autumn day. A chilling breeze rustled through the branches above, sending shivers down the spines of anybody who failed to properly dress. Sparkling in the sky were several stars dotting a black canvas and near-filled moon which required a few extra days to grow. In the Lorsette suburbs, a fancy party was occurring as wealthy men and women enjoyed themselves for the evening. Naturally, they hired people to handle the security throughout the festivities and while Avery under most circumstances tended to a single individual, he nonetheless accepted the task. The shift was shorter, happening through the evening. His nephew would be spending his time with Robyn, the lycanthrope praying the adopted child could keep their little brother out of trouble. Unfortunately, Xavier had the tendency to draw inappropriate images on the wall. While his nephew was an incredible artist, he enjoyed drawing those images on the walls of their home.
Advocating the child’s creative freedoms was immensely difficult when Avery arrived home to find his walls covered in the days drawing. Whenever these incidents occur, the uncle always enlisted Xavier's help with cleaning duties in a desperate attempt to assure he would resist the temptation. Either way, his nephew maintained his horrendous tendency to enter troublesome situations, alas, Avery supposed children would accomplish those actions on occasion. Gradually, break time had arrived for Avery's shift, the other man dressed in formal wear insisting he took a break despite his shift being shorter, thus, he decided to venture from the close-quarter hallways and walk around the block. Nothing appeared to be going array with the evening and a brief survey of the surrounding areas would allow the bodyguard to assess any trouble. Thus he informed his coworkers for the evening and exited the extravagant manor, walking through the elegant gates. The lavish exterior made it obvious to anybody that the family was particularly wealthy, especially considering they were in an upscale neighbourhood.
Briefly, Avery glanced over his shoulder at the ravishing manor behind him. The front yard stretched into lovely garden, well-trimmed shrubbery and maintained flower beds manifesting a delightful entrance for anybody walking to the doorstep. The home itself was composed of a lighter colour-pallet, mostly near-white beiges and soft golden accents. Light poured through the windows, spilling onto the front lawn and allowing people to notice the marvellous gardening work. Meanwhile, the entire complex was surrounded by a wrought iron fence with two heavy gates. Guards were stationed at the front, Avery providing them a greeting nod which was reciprocated. The guards were dressed tight formal wear, black suit coats and ties constructing against a white dress shirt. Their black dress pants and slacks made breaks in the dark shades rare. In their ears were devices meant to inform them if assistance was required or to ask for help.
“I’m heading out for a bit, I will be back,” Avery explained in his usual low emotion-lacking tone.
The pair nodded, keeping their arms crossed as they stood intimidatingly in front of the gate. Slowly, Avery crossed the threshold and headed down the sidewalk, hands hiding away in the pockets of his suit coat. The streets of Lorsette were empty, a majority of citizens hiding in their homes to avoid lurking terrors. The creatures of Zeredah’s cause were a frightful notion for anybody not affiliated with the Assembly of Phantoms. Despite the possibility of those individuals wandering through the streets of Lorsette, Avery proceeded down the block. Only a few moments in did his hand reach up, adjusting the white collar of his dress shirt alongside the black tie secured around his neck. The slight movement manifested some comfort as Avery walked. While he missed the warmth given by his long trench coat, the people who hired his services held strict clothing requirements for the evening. Considering their social status, Avery could hardly blame the hosts for these specifications. Thankfully, his preference to appear semi-professional made dressing in formal wear an easy task.
A brisk breeze rustled Avery’s clothing as he continued down the dull sidewalks of Lorsette. Street lights hovered above, showering down some sense of visibility in the darkness of nightfall. Each step, the lycanthrope’s powerful senses search, waiting for potential danger to come his way.
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