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.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2022
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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
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Years had passed since Gwen had initially run away from home, escaping the horrible fate which awaited her should she had remained stubborn and never left her dying mother's side. Shortly afterwards, she was forced into crime solely to allow her to survive, however, it transformed into a permanent lifestyle. Wanted posters were everywhere, her face etched onto them alongside the infamous name Gwen La'Varrie with a wealthy sum for the reward should somebody manage to capture her. Dangers lurked around every corner, the dark-haired woman was hardly capable of trusting anybody, even fellow criminals.
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Safety became nonexistent, a single mistake possibly resulting in her downfall and a sombre expression masking horror as they marched down to the guillotine. The thought made Gwen quiver briefly, the woman genuinely fearing death knocking at her door. When Izabella mentioned not being safe, the black-haired woman glanced over to her, pausing as she attempted to formulate a proper explanation. Evidently, this woman was a tourist, making her unaware of Gwen's criminal status and leaving the dark-haired woman to explain.
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A soft sigh escaped her lips as her red eyes slowly locked onto her. "You have never heard of me, have you?"
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Briefly, the woman paused to allow the attractive blonde to answer the question. A deep breath was taken, Gwen glancing away for a moment, eyes slowly returning to her eyes.
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"I am a bandit around here... That is why I need to be careful," Gwen explained slowly.
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Gradually, Gwen stepped further into the camp, glancing into her tent, finding nothing suspicious inside. There were the usual blankets meant to keep her warm alongside a bag filled with clothes she stole. The inquiry Izabella mentioned about being around was answered with a small nod. After a few moments, she stepped back, glancing around before heading into the underbrush.
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"It is your choice to stay, but if you leave... I won't be here if you come back," Gwen explained.
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If Izabella left, there was a possibility she would fetch the guards and lead them to the camp. Thus, should the blonde leave, Gwen planned on evacuating and moving on as needed to avoid capture.
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A single glance over the shoulder earned Gwen the opportunity to witness red encompass the beautiful, fair cheeks of the young maiden she rescued. Satisfaction washed over the demon upon viewing the incredible scene, the smile transforming into a pleased smirk. Rarely could she manage to make another woman blush, thus being capable of accomplishing this single action manifested an overwhelming sense of joy to the dark-haired demon's evening. When they arrived at the camp, there was nothing particularly magnificent about these surroundings.
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The tent was perched in a bland section of forest, the vegetation being limited to incredible tall weeds and long grass. There was a flat patch of dirt around where Gwen's resting quarters were placed. On the fringes of the perfect dirt circle were signs of the previous burning, the demon hastily using a controlled fire when she initially created her campsite. Otherwise, the grass reached lengths to tickle the ankles of those who passed through. Several trees surrounded them, large bases with tall bodies stretching high into the sky above.
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Branches from these trees created a thick canopy, hiding the tent alongside the two girls from anybody flying overhead. Safety was discovered amidst these plants, however, Gwen was always uncertain how long she could remain in a single location. The inquiry about the fire pit resulted in the demon raising a brow. She was clueless that Izabella was merely a tourist and never heard of the infamous bandit known as Gwen La'Varrie, although, perhaps she should have expected that during the introductions.
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"Attracts too much attention," Gwen explained in a few simple words. "If you need warmth or food, the fire pit is further from here."
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The glow of flames could be viewed from extensive distances, thus the bandit was always wary whenever she entered her camp. Unless she entered stressful situations, fire magic was forbidden from where she would be spending her evening fast asleep; it was the safest possible option. Guards or good samaritans oftentimes used the glow to track down encampments, and because of her rising infamy, Gwen refused to take those types of risks.
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Quietly, Gwen walked through the forest, a curious glance over her shoulder providing a magnificent view of the ravishing Izabella following behind her. The corners of the dark-haired woman's lips curled up into a broad smile upon witnessing the sightly blonde obeying her request. A gleeful skip entered the demon's step as she smoothly walked through the underbrush. Her eyes slowly returned to the path ahead, weaving through the trees and navigating the forest with little issue. Scouting the area around where she camped was a crucial step, thus Gwen became familiar with the area.
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Each step would bring them closer to Gwen's small encampment, the black-haired woman leading Izabella down some obscure paths through the forest. There were several fallen logs which required stepping over, knots amidst the grass and tall stalks from overgrowing weeds which reached their hips. Carefully, the demon avoided plants with the ability to manifest rashes or a slew of unfortunate consequences for meddling with those nasty weeds. There were gradual steps through the underbrush, Gwen moving slower than usual to avoid Izabella getting lost.
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Hasty glances over her shoulder allowed Gwen to become aware of Izabella's position behind her. If needed, she slowed her pace to allow the blonde to keep up. Silence reigned as the dark-haired demon slithered through the trees, finally managing to take Izabella to a small camp. There was a tiny tent set up between a pair of trees, branches and foliage draped over the canvas to blend it into the area. The area lacked evidence of a fire pit, Gwen knowing the flames could attract unwanted attention from travelers.
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There was a tiny cave in the distance where Gwen cooked her meals, although, the location was not well-hidden enough for the female bandit. Thus the black-haired demon decided to sleep in a separate destination to avoid detection.
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Sharply, Gwen pulled the dagger from the man’s throat, allowing the blood to leak from the wound. Eyes were narrowed as the demon analyzed the dead stranger’s body, the motionless nature and lack of breathing assuring her he was deceased. Slowly, the dark-haired woman stood from her position. In a single fluid movement, she wiped the knife, sending a few speckles of blood onto the grass below. Afterwards, the blade was wiped against the filthy breeches, blood coating sections of the fabric. Anybody would assume she was recently in a nasty altercation.
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Muscles finally relaxed when Gwen stood triumphant over the lustful man's corpse. Sweat resulted in fabric clinging to her body, the tense situation becoming obvious through the demon's weary body language. She warranted herself time to breathe, long inhales and exhales soothing the nervous sensation. Battles were always wreaked concern in the dark-haired woman's mind since her lifestyle constantly brought force the question of will I die this day? There were beliefs the beautiful blonde retreated back to the village while Gwen fended off the horrible criminal.
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Soft footsteps through the underbrush warranted Gwen's attention. Her head turned quickly, an eyebrow-raising when she noticed the stunning stranger revealed herself. The demon's red eyes glanced over the stranger, fixating on her lips as her name escaped those wonderful lips.
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"No worries," she responded, turning to face the woman. "You can call me Gwen."
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Surprise was evident on Gwen's countenance because of the unexpected circumstance. The reason behind their meeting was unpleasant, therefore, she had expected Izabella to flee immediately. Suspicious, these circumstances never occurred throughout the dark-haired woman's life, thus her expression remained guarded. Alas, something about this woman transcended peculiar emotions inside of Gwen. They triggered the demon's protective instincts, a closeness to Izabella shortly being desired.
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An attractive blonde with beautiful eyes, long eyelashes and a pleasantly curved hourglass figure was an appearance Gwen found alluring. The opinions of homosexuals in these times kept Gwen from exploring her incredible attraction towards women, although, she never found herself this attracted to physical traits. Curious thoughts of Izabella's personality littered her mind, the dark-haired woman desiring to learn more about the woman. Silently, she gestured for the blonde to follow, secretly planning on taking her to her camp for a long conversation.
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Years of independence prepared Gwen for these ill-favourable circumstances. Throughout those years she adapted, became stronger, faster and more capable to defend herself against oncoming threats. Adaption was necessary for her survival in the cruel life maliciously handed to her. Homeless and unemployed, Gwen allowed herself to transform into a villain, her ultimate goal survival. Without a single qualm entering her mind, the demon shoved the handful of flames into the man's face, increasing the heat once her hand collided.
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A cold expression remained on the dark-haired woman's face as she finally broke the hex hiding her identity, allowing the foolish man to view the reality hidden from him. Hesitation was nonexistent, Gwen callously thrusting her dagger into his throat. Warm blood trickled over her fingers, the red liquid hastily pouring from the man's throat as he gurgled out a shout. The words which narrowly escaped his mouth hardly concerned Gwen, the cold demon keeping the dagger plunged in the man's throat, waiting for him to cease breathing.
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Eventually, Gwen released the dagger's handle, watching as the unfortunate soul toppled backwards. The demon's red eyes narrowed as she slowly approached, roughly placing her foot on the vile man's chest. She leaned closer to the body, hand grasping the dagger's handle, twisting the blade. Whoever this man was, his healing capabilities were evidently powerful, and the demon refused to take risks.
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Steps were matched to the mysterious blonde maiden, Gwen creating the illusion of being an unfit, noblewoman who never knew the action of running. Movements were purposefully sloppy, the young demon "struggling" through the underbrush as she followed behind the female stranger. Courage was masked beneath a facade of fear, the dark-haired woman knowing she needed to make this winged pig believe she was the one he desired. Thoughts coursed through Gwen's mind as they proceeded down the random route the blonde decided to take.
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Another faked worried glance provided the female bandit information as she noticed the man managing to keep up. Eventually, he would be upon them, inevitably latching onto her wrist, however, that is what she desired. They proceeded to run through the woods, Gwen patiently waiting for the lustful idiot to fall for the bait. The feeling of calloused fingers wrapping roughly around her arm was expected, similar to the sharp tug used to separate her from the blonde stranger. There were no attempts to cling to the mysterious female, the dark-haired woman releasing and yanking her wrist from her grip.
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Suddenly, fire blossomed in the palm of Gwen's hand, the demon's plan springing into action. Fortunately, the demon blood which flowed through the dark-haired woman's veins allowed her to avoid being injured by the spontaneous combustion occurring in the palm of her hand. Without hesitation, the female bandit reached to plant the deadly flames into the winged man's face, a cold expression settling onto her features. Should her attack be successful, she would burn the lustful stranger until he released her arm, an open hand hastily snatching the dagger from her belt and plunging it into the man's throat.
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Hesitation was nonexistent as Gwen prepared her plan, thoroughly aware her safety was being risked should something go awry. Alas, the young demon despised the lustful actions of these pathetic drunkards, creating a determination to assist the blonde beauty. Despite Izabella's expressions suggesting she disliked the idea, Gwen's steely nature harboured a necessity to follow through on the plan. Options were becoming limited, the circumstances questionable and the winged man a general risk to their well-being; even teleporting away would only allow escape for a short period of time.
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Delicate fingers wrapped around Gwen's wrist, the demon giving a brief nod before the shadows dissipated and they would be required to run. The instant the shadows disappeared, the running began, the female bandit slowing her pace slightly to create the illusion of being the blonde stranger. When the man called to them, Gwen prepared her performance, years of narrowly escaping capture making her a decent actress. The demon glanced behind them, wearing a facade of fear and worry, a gasp drifting through her slightly parted lips as she followed the cloaked blonde.
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Direction hardly mattered as Gwen followed the mysterious woman, prayers consuming her that the man would fail to notice her cavalry sabre. Admittedly, the demon was hoping he would believe it was given to the blonde for protection rather than the possibility of hexes or illusions being implemented. As she followed, Gwen occasionally gave a "worried" glance over her shoulder, secretly monitoring how close the winged man was getting. She needed him to latch onto her wrist, the demon already planning a fire-related ambush.
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Fleeing from other people was an easy task for Gwen, years of working in crime building strength in her body. Lean muscles covered the demon's body, making it evident she frequently exercised. The bounds of her stamina were incredible, a majority of people quickly noticing how extensively the woman worked in maintaining a healthy body. Unfortunately, her company appeared extremely different from her, each having their own respective lifestyles. Thoughts were flitting through Gwen's head, the woman pausing near some underbrush to allow the female stranger a moment to catch her breath.
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A quiet thanks flowed through the stranger's mouth, but Gwen was forced to ignore it. There were few options remaining, but the demon's tricks were hardly over. Smoothly, her fingers undid the clasp of her cloak, wrapping it around the woman's shoulders without hesitation. A single finger was pressed up against Gwen's lips, the demon's eyes narrowing as the man called out for them? Carefully, the dark-haired woman tugged the cloak's hood up, hiding Izabella's hair colouring and praying the winged man failed to notice similar clothing beneath the cloak.
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From a second sheath, Gwen sharply pulled out her hunting knife, an ugly, but properly washed knife. The blade was brought close to the palm of her hand, a quick motion allowing it to rip into her delicate flesh. She worked hastily, creating the proper lines for a disguise hex before activating the demonic magic. Light would engulf her, but Gwen increased the darkness barrier to block out the luminescent rays. Once the light left her skin, the female demon looked exactly like her companion, her black hair being traded for blonde, clothes changed and eyes a chocolate brown.
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Slowly, she inched closer to whisper into the stranger's ear. "Pretend to be me and lead us out of here. If he tries to catch me, don't worry about it. Just don't look back."
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Afterwards, Gwen stood from the ground, offering her wrist for the blonde to lead them whichever way she desired. The demon desired closeness to the winged man, thus, she prayed her plans would function without error. When the stranger finally grasped her wrist, Gwen's plan would go into fruition, the darkness around them dissipating.
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Inevitably, these men would recognize Gwen, her infamy as a bandit reaching far, allowing her to accumulate fear from the masses. However, the female demon assumed these fools were potentially in a drunken state or their lustful cravings were overwhelming them. Fingers were curled tightly around the handle of her calvary sabre, the heft of her weapon being hardly a concern as she prepared for the upcoming combat. These men were unarmed, but it appeared they were also of the foolish calibre as one began planning something.
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An annoyed eye roll graced Gwen's magnificent red eyes, the young woman evidently displeased with these men who possessed solely libidinous thoughts. These types of individuals disgusted the female bandit, resulting in a sneer breaching her face as she prepared to see their next move. One was already wounded, whining loudly on the ground from the vicious wounds Gwen inflicted on them. These men were frightened, the demon knowing she could use this for her advantage. Quickly, Gwen created a circle of dark spikes, sending them near the injured man and the more frightened of the unwounded pair.
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Should her attack missed, Gwen hoped the men would scatter, removing one of the threats. A bright light caught Gwen's peripherals as witnessed one of these criminals manifest a pair of wings, granting him the ability of flight. Immediately, the demand clenched her teeth, frustrated by the man's decision to chase after the enchanting woman she decided to protect. While she was praying the blonde would flee, the endeavour would be futile if one of the vile bastards chased her down and discovered her destination!
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Hardly a second was spared to glance at the damage against the fearful men she aimed at, Gwen promptly turning heel and bolting after the gorgeous blonde. From years of her criminal occupation, the demon had built her body for lengthy sprints through even the most unsuitable terrain, she just prayed the stranger could keep up. Quickly, the cavalry sabre was returned to its sheath, Gwen sprinting towards the blonde woman, her long legs smoothly gliding over the underbrush she crossed paths with. Eventually, she managed to match pace with the female stranger, her pale hand darting to grab her wrist.
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"Follow me!" Gwen demanded, calmly attempting to lead the woman.
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If the blonde listen, the pair would veer right, Gwen knowing a favourable hiding place or closed off section to allow her to ambush the foolish flyer above. On there right, the trees thickened, allowing the demon to create a cloak of shadows around them, however, there were more clever tactics to the dark-haired woman's plans. These people were definitely more ignorant than properly trained guards, thus Gwen was certain she could successfully outsmart them.
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Winter ceased its cold grasps months ago, heralding pleasant spring weather in France. Animal life buzzed around the forest where the infamous, demonic bandit, Gwen La'Varrie was currently hiding away. The forest's sanction was a pleasant embrace, allowing for the dark-haired woman to remain hidden after her recent crimes in the area. Her breathing remained soft as she crept through the forest, a black cloak wrapped around her shoulders, a plain white tunic covering her torso and a pair of loose pair of breeches covering her legs.
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Worn boots covered her feet, black and adorned with splotches of brown dust and mud. Attached to her waist, patiently waiting for her attention, was her precious calvary sabre. The subtle clicks of her scabbard as she carefully navigated through the forest filled her ears alongside the soft jingling of coins. Successfully, Gwen had managed to rob a pair of noblemen, gathering their coin and any jewelry they wore. They evident feared death immensely, hardly giving the woman a fight when she managed to smoothly dispose of their guards.
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Off the regular dirt paths, Gwen walked, navigating towards her cleverly hidden camp. Unfortunately, the far distance meant plenty of walking ahead for the young woman, then again, she was used to it. Rigorous training was accomplished to avoid being captured, the dark-haired demon remembering how her mother desired her survival. Harboured inside Gwen, was an endless determination to survive for her parents, thus she pushed forward. As she moved closer to her encampment in the forest, the sounds of a scuffle reached her ears.
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The dark-haired woman's head turned towards where the noise was coming from, lifting a brow. Softly, the demon's feet crossed the underbrush, moving smoothly through the trees. Each stealthy movement allowed Gwen to detect the noises, her red eyes analyzing the area around her. The location of these footsteps was definitely somewhere people rarely ventured, resulting in furthered confusion. Curiosity drove the bandit forward, senses alert as she drew closer to where the scuffling noise was taking place, a brief, cautious pause grasping her feet when she noticed somebody swooping down from the sky.
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Quickly, Gwen ducked down into the shadows, using her darkness manipulation to assist with hiding in the daylight hours. The gradual inch closer allowed the dark-haired woman to finally witness the situation, and what she viewed was beyond upsetting. A beautiful blonde woman being forcefully held still by a trio of filthy men. Their ragged clothes making it obvious they were no nobles; they probably smelled of alcohol and piss. The lustful manner they touched the attractive, pale-skinned girl was disgusting, especially since it was obvious she was not consenting to these actions.
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Fear was evident in her eyes, nobody was capable of maintaining composure in these types of circumstances. The demon's eyes narrowed, anger crawling onto Gwen's face as her right hand darted across her body, the left flicking up the handguard of her sabre. Firmly, her right clenched the handle, the sound of her blade sliding across the scabbard becoming evident from the fast withdrawing of the weapon. Hesitation was nonexistent when Gwen rose from her location, charging towards the group of men. Darkness arrived to assist from the nearby trees, the demon's careful manipulation attempting to grasp the young woman and coat her in a protective layer of shadow.
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The hood of her cloak remained around her head, hiding her identity from the future victims of her sword. Coldly, the demon swung at the nearest, vile man, the blade cutting through any flesh which crossed her path. The sword's blade was aimed to slice at the first man's legs, which would make it difficult for him to return any attacks.
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"YOU DIRTY PIGS!" She shouted at them, tightening the grip around the sword's handle.
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There was a slight bend to Gwen's knees as she readied herself for a possible combat situation. Meanwhile, the shadows which enclosed around the woman safety deposited her by a tree nearby. Ultimately, it would force the lustful men to go through Gwen before they could reach the beautiful stranger, however, the demon was praying she would run. Protecting someone and yourself was a difficult task, but either way, the female bandit was determined to fight hard until she prevailed. Alas, there were several tricks up the demon's sleeve, including displaying her infamous face; there were plenty of wanted posters with her face and name on them.
At a tall height of 5’10”, Gwen tends to be evidently taller than a majority of girls. Similarly, she is plenty muscular and lean, her slender muscles making plenty of people believe they can easily overpower her. She regularly exercises, keeping her body healthy and powerful for the sake of protesting herself and others. Due to her immortality, Gwen’s body appears like a young teen, keeping her body beautiful and her skin wrinkle-free. Her complexion is beautifully fair, popping against the dark clothes she wears and her luscious dark hair. There are few scars across Gwen’s body, making her appear relatively flawless with the exception of a few paling ones on her knuckled alongside a thing scar around her neck. The scars around her knuckles are evidently from training in swordsmanship, meanwhile, the scar around her neck is a momento from her unfortunate demise at the hands of the law. Despite years of combat, Gwen’s hands remain surprisingly smooth and soft to the touch.
Gwen’s face appears beautiful and young, allowing for people to find her facial features attractive. She has high cheekbones which lead down to a gently pointed chin. Her nose is rather petite, not taking much precedence on her face. Framing her pleasant are long locks of straight, black hair which is oftentimes well-groomed and maintained. Her long hair manages to reach down to her hips when freed. During combat situations, she will put it up in a tight bun to avoid others using her hair to their advantage. When it arrives to Gwen’s eyes, they are a shining, red marvel which surprise a majority of people. Oftentimes, when her eyes are caught in the light, they appear to shimmer, impressing those searching for beauty. Expressions are limited when it arrives to Gwen, the woman frequently wearing a serious face in public and during home hours.
Dark coloured clothes are an evident preference for Gwen, her TRS uniform even being altered to allow her preference to be reflected. During work hours, she wears a black tank top with a white striped colour and red tie. Under most circumstances, she still wears the TRS mandated jacket to make herself recognizable as a hunter; she had only changed the shirt beneath and traded the pants for a skirt. She hears a short skirt, a pair of tight-fitting short shorts beneath them to avoid anybody catching an inappropriate glimpse of her body. Her gloves are black, with heavy-duty red armoring on the tops to assist with blocking blows; these armored paddings are specially enhanced to be more durable. Around her waist is a red belt, a red bag hanging to the right side off of it; inside is an emergency TRS addition gun and bullets. She wears black combat boots a majority of the time, even after hours because of her enjoyment of them. There are times where Gwen will wear an unaltered version of the TRS uniform, it mostly depends on her mood. Off-hours, she is oftentimes wearing loose clothing or skirts since she enjoys freedom in her clothes.
Darkness Manipulation (minor) -- Intermediate The ability to control darkness, including shadows through thought and mind. Since this ability only has a minor control factor, she can only make small striker attacks and shields. Due to priding herself in physical ability, Gwen does not use her darkness manipulation often. If anything, her darkness manipulation is used for emergency situations when her body has taken a harsh beating. She is more prone to dodging and weaving rather than manifesting shields to protect herself. This is impart to her shields being rather small, making it difficult for them to thoroughly protect herself. Striker attacks are not used often since she has an affinity for her sword.
Shadow Teleporting -- Mastered The ability to teleport through the usage of shadows, allowing the user to fade in and out of shadows at their will. These shadows must be large enough to allow the user to pass through without difficulty, anything too small not being ample to allow teleportation. Ultimately, Gwen is skillful in teleportation, being capable of hastily teleporting through the shadows. She can disappear and reappear through shadows, allowing her to quietly sneaking up on opponents. She is even goes lengths to being capable of abruptly fading through the shadows. Under focused situations, she can teleport multiple people and to long distances.
Enhanced Speed -- Advanced The ability to access superhuman amounts of speed, granting the user a quick reaction time and run speed. This ability furthers Gwen capabilities in parkour due to her improved reaction time. Through spurts of speeds, she can react quick enough to a movement or attack to avoid it; this accompanied with her dexterity makes her incredible in movements. She can run faster than the average person, however, she can only accomplish this from approximately 30-60 minutes. Potentially sooner with more rigorous use. While Gwen does have a quick speed and reaction time, momentum can make it difficult for her to stop in time, making her risk the possibility of crashing if she gets too reckless.
Enhanced Strength -- Advanced The ability to access supernatural strength, allowing the user to be stronger than the average individual. Impart to being a wraith, Gwen is very strong, but her natural fitness also allows her to unlock powerful strength. If she focuses enough, Gwen can manage to punch through walls and throw heavy objects with ease. Occasionally, her strength can be used to propel herself off a wall and make herself speed towards her opponent. The slashes of her sword are stronger than average, allowing her to tear through opponents. Unfortunately, she lacks the durability to keep these going for extensive periods of time. As a battle proceeds, Gwen’s muscles will start to get sore and should she break down a wall, she could still damage her hand. This ability can only operate for a max of 30-60 minutes. In situations of overuse Gwen needs extensive periods of rest.
Soul Sensory -- Natural The ability to see souls on a greyscale spectrum, white being purest and black being sinful. This ability essentially allows the user to know if somebody is sinful or pure. This ability works like a switch, Gwen being plenty capable to change between her regular vision and soul sensory vision. In soul sensory, her vision becomes a dull colouration with souls blazing in their common colour. This allows her to know how moralistic people are and even find disguisers amidst a crowd of people. Her eyes take on a slight, red glow when she is staring through soul sensory.
Enhanced Dexterity -- Natural An ability which grants the user a supernatural sense of balance, allowing them to move without tripping through subtle movements of the muscles. From this ability manifested Gwen’s incredible battle strength considering fighting at unique and rather unappealing angles became easily. Unbalancing Gwen is a difficult objective, the only method being physically uprooting her from where she stands. Due to her intense dexterity, her swordsmanship has an extreme precision, the wraith using the slightly twitches of her muscles to land critical hits on her opponents or to avoid severely harming those she wishes to spare. She can smoothly parkour, the enhancement making it easier for her to complete complex movements; this is further assisted by her enhanced speed.
Injuries and other physical impairments can potentially weaken the abilities since pain can distract and unbalance Gwen. While under most circumstances she can remain standing without much trouble, she would continue to struggle on crutches or with severe wounds. Exhaustion can further the ability’s difficult to function since it makes it harder for Gwen to properly focus on her movements.
backstory
Born in a small, French town as a demon, life was never simple for Gwen or the La’Varrie family in general. Before Gwen’s mother gave birth to her darling, baby girl, her husband died protecting the town, making it a struggle to maintain money for the small, low wealth family. Her mother was a hardy farm woman, ultimately forced to work herself to the bone to make ends meet for the poor little family. While she did receive assistance from neighbours, it remained brief for her mother was fiercely independent and stubborn. Being raised by the woman resulted a strict lifestyle on the young girl, but one Gwen nonetheless accepted on account of their constant struggling. She was never pampered, the young girl expected to start her chores younger than most on account of her father’s death. Those who assisted the family were among the small hell species population in the tiny town, Gwen and her mother becoming aware they were among the few they could trust. Meanwhile, the predominantly heaven species village would frequently pick on them and cause problems for the small community.
At a young age, Gwen became familiarized with the discrimination towards her own race, the young children who bullied her informing her plenty of her inferiority. At times she became hateful and spiteful towards those children, ranting her annoyances to her mother who calmed her and insisted there would come a day where people could finally bond together. For a long time, Gwen naively believes the words of her mother since she was all she had. They lived their life the best they could under the harsh torment, the young girl growing into a healthy adolescent. She began helping more with chores, even going lengths to start cooking meals for herself and her mother. Despite her mother stating a time would arrive to find a suitor, Gwen never looked. There were secrets she was even hesitant to inform her own mother of, such as her sexuality. Constantly, her mother spoke about the possibility of grandchildren, and Gwen was not prepared to break her heart. She loved her mother immensely and never wished to leave the woman who gave birth to her, however, things changed drastically.
On a warm autumn evening, Gwen has gone hunting in the forest, a bow by her sides and arrows in a quiver. Harvest was sour that year, making their small family struggle as a result. Discovering game was difficult, Gwen settling to scavenge berries and herbs to avoid coming home empty handed. Her mother was watching the farm, making certain the crops were harvested and cooking supper. The young girl walked home slowly, satchel filled with useful plants and steps quiet as he searched hopefully for prey. As she approached the house, Gwen was clueless of the misfortunate that awaited her. Upon opening the door, she discovered her mother collapsed on the floor. A gasp escaped her mouth as she hurried over, a fever evident and breathing shallow. She assisted her to the bed, attempted to heal her, but something kept the process from operating. A sickness brought about by a curse, making it impossible for her to heal. The young girl wished to go to the town, but they pretended it was merely a trick and with her mother failing to remember the perpetrator, Gwen was left to support them. With the harvest being a struggle, those she allied with could not assist, leaving Gwen alone to try and handle the farm.
Unfortunately, their food supply began running low and starvation became inevitable it seemed. With limited choices, Gwen fell into thievery and crime to assist her mother and herself in survive. She worked endlessly to support her mother, praying the sickness would cease the withering process. As time went on, Gwen became a skillful thief, even being hired by other criminals to earn some more money. Everything was about food and survival at that time, the young girl knowing she needed to care for her mother. Eventually, things changed as town gossip reached her ears. There was mention of a warlock they used to try and curse the hell species plaguing their town. They stated he would return this eve to complete the job, which frightened the young girl. Her mother was uncertain about how the curse befell her, and after becoming privy to the secret genocide. This evening, the man would return to curse the remainder who lacked ailments. Frightened, Gwen returned home with haste, telling her mother and stating they must leave. The frail parent held sadness in her eyes as she watched her daughter pack, before her fragile voice graced the air.
“You must go alone. Surviving that journey in my condition is impossible… the others will stay and fight… but you must flee, Gwen… please.”
The notion of leaving her mother behind shook Gwen as she pleaded for her to follow, however, the only one to leave the house was the young daughter of the La’Varries. A bag hung around her, filled with rations, her father’s sword against her hip and finally a bow with some arrows. She escaped the town, quietly wandering around France and proceeding with her crimes to survive, however, she eventually grew attached. When she accumulated enough wealth to possible settle with a decent job and live an average life, Gwen was possessed by wanderlust and adrenaline. She taught herself the sword and how to kill, ultimately training her body to become a powerful weapon. The woman was a ruthless force, even killing for money to maintain her wandering lifestyle. As time proceeded, she eventually found an interesting girl. There was a mysterious man leading a distraught girl, clearly planning on forcefully having his way with her. The woman was beautiful, with long blond hair and pretty violet eyes. A heavenly hourglass figure and ultimately, a divine appearance which caused Gwen’s heart to skip a beat.
From the bushes, Gwen had ran, sword drawn as she decided to protect the young woman. She fended off the female stranger’s attacker as he struggled to free from the infamous bandit Gwen La’Varrie. Once the man was dead, she assisted the beautiful stranger, learning her name was Izabella; the name was even gorgeous. The pair travelled together, Gwen secretly fawning for the divine woman. She went lengths to improve herself, even ceasing her affiliation with contracted killing. Unfortunately, the justice would still manage to catch up with her. They were fleeing a scene, Gwen assuring Iza remained ahead of her, even going lengths to tell her to run faster while she herself slowed. Escape appeared impossible, thus, the hardened criminal drew her sword, knowing she was the primary target. She fought until surrendering and being arrested with plans to put her to death. Trails ended quickly, everybody aware she was guilty and Gwen also pleading guilty to the charges.
Prior to her execution, she came into communication with an old friend and begged them to watch over Izabella. The criminal believed her injustices made her an unworthy partner for her. Judgement day had arrived, and Gwen knew she would accept her punishment. On a balmy summer day, Gwen La’Varrie was executed by guillotine, her reign of crime ending a sharp blade beheading her. The people of France rejoiced, believing they would be safe from the cold-hearted thief.
Slowly, Gwen’s eyes opened in the greyscale realm. Silently, she laid on her back, staring towards the sky before gently, her hand caresses her neck. Nothing from her horrifying death remained except for a thin, white scar. Eventually, she sat up, believing this would be her permanent home. For years she wandered Purgatory, repenting for the crimes she committed. She met victims, former friends, everything as she wandered the endless abyss, but she never expected to meet him. After wandering for years, the unexpected visit from her former friend she assigned to watch over Iza startled her. She demanded to know everything, but the eerie message of Iza being in danger rattled Gwen’s soul. Hastily, she travelled to where Thanatos’ throne sat, bowing to the god of death. A simple request to be made into a wraith turned into a form of servitude, Gwen agreeing to carry out justice in his name. When she returned, Gwen searched endlessly for Izabella, joining the TRS to carry out justice as promised and for quick travel.
The world had changed, but Gwen adapted, becoming a frightful force on the battlefield. A skillful wraith redeeming herself of her past follies, but also in search of the woman she loved. There was something driving Gwen, telling her somewhere, Izabella was out there and she was determined to find her. Thus, the girl set out, only her father’s sword by her side. Hunting animals was unnecessary and food unneeded, since that was for the living.
misc
- Likes: Tea, swords, fighting, silence, alone time, Izabella, tranquil scenery, piano music, swords, practicing, training, the TRS, maintaining her hair, lavender, red colours, dark colours, loose clothing, professional attitudes, Paris, night, moonlight, star gazing, constellations, astronomy, cooking - Dislikes: Losing fights, terrors, loud people, pencil skirts, obnoxious attitudes, belittlement, being underestimated, having her hair pulled, strangers, bright colours, public execution, people tormenting Izabella, cockroaches, scorpions, needless distractions, failure, math, trickery, foolish decisions, spicy food, Heaven species - Fears: Loss, guillotines, axes - Gwen can speak fluent French due to living in France a majority of her life. - She somewhat misses France, but wishes to assist in the efforts to keep Lorsette from falling. - Her love of astronomy manifested from many nights spent under the stars. She studied it and finds it to be one of her few passions. - She enjoys keeping her style unique, yet, comfortable. She grew an infinite for shirts since she finds them attractive. - As it currently stands, Gwen’s weapon is a cavalry sabre she secretly named Aderes which means protector in Isreal. It remains a reminder she should protect instead of kill. - Her soulmate is Izabella.
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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