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 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
In silence, Naomi listened to the young shifter's life story. A turbulent childhood brimming with parents who cared little about the well-being of the blossoming person inside. It struck a quiet cord with the dinosaur-like woman as she led him through the coming outskirts and shifting atmosphere. During her youth, she lived in a hellhole, suffering beneath careless parents. Without her grandparents, the young woman would have died younger than she had. Unfortunately, nowadays Naomi's occupation existed, a task to protect her little sister.
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She would give no quarter to her parents nor would she allow them to lay a hand on her. No matter how hard they worked to break her down, the golem would not relent. Instead, she would protect Francisca for as long as possible, giving every inch of energy to the cause. Their stories were different, however, Naomi could sympathize with King's unwillingness to trust adults. After being maltreated, people became cynical and jaded to the efforts of others... Thus, she was happy to find him before anything worse happened to the young blond.
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"Well, there won't be any prissy-ass dog shows where we're going," she assured. "You don't gotta do any that shit, but we'll likely find you a way to pull your weight, alright? So I hope you're ready to at least work a little kid. Might be just cleaning and stuff like that if you prefer."
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Gang members would complain if the young man received a free pass, furthermore, his age suggested it would be time to instill responsibility into him. However, the tasks Naomi would provide were fixated on basic house chores. Nothing strenuous, but smaller things involving helping the other members and perhaps acting as an errand boy occasionally. Simple things that a child could easily accomplish without worry.
Naturally, the woman requested the child's name for the regular formalities. Everything was playing out excellently inside the purple-haired golem's mind. The basic entry procedures would provide all the information they required, and everything checked out, he would gain a home under the guardian of the Battle Axes. A safe haven for the misfits and a place of questionable moral constitution. The bold answer provided by a simple question brought a raise to Naomi's brow as she side-glanced the young blond beside her.
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After watching the pup cower away from low-level terrors, she was not expecting the brazen answer to leave his lips. The headstrong woman felt a smile touch her lips as a chuckle rumbled from the depths of her throat, quiet, but audible. She was amused by the attitude shift. Nonetheless, the final sentence that gave her something to work with furthered prompted curiosity from the golem. A young shifter entered in dog shows, it sounded like a fraud in the industry, but given the kid's age, she was hesitant to believe it was of his own accord; there was a chance, but slim.
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"King, well I argue that makes you a fucking champion, eh?" She teased him gently with a grin. "Not a bad name, but eh, if you don't like it we can find something better for ya. I will say, wasn't expecting you to be involved in fraud."
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A smile remained blossomed on Naomi's face as she kept leading the way. Her boots treaded against the sidewalk, echoing in her ears as she guided the child from the western area.
The golem returned down the trail she took for escapism with plans to reach their outskirts base. The Battle Axes were a well-known gang, however, they nonetheless were capable of hiding themselves from the watching eyes of law enforcement. They broke minimal rules, only accomplishing those criminal acts when necessary for their survival. Others would dip their toes into the realm of crime more frequently, however, a majority accomplished what was required to earn a living and survive in the everchanging world of Lorsette.
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As she strolled alongside the young boy, her hands retreated into her pockets while her eyes skimmed the area around her. They flitted, observing the world around them for any dangers as they navigated through the Western area, heading to the outskirts. On their way towards the outskirts, Naomi realized she never gathered information regarding the young boy's identity. The information would be crucial for their version of background checks and confirmations. Her eyes gave a sideways towards the younger blond.
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"Hey, kid, I never caught your name, so what is it?" She asked the young boy. "You can call me Naomi, by the way."
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Her gaze was placed on him as they walked down the sidewalks. It would take some time to leave the Western area and return to the familiar home of the outskirts. However, once they entered the outer border of Lorsette, Naomi knew she would require her full attention. The slums of Lorsette had questionable people and more terrors after all.
The golem doubted the shifter had a flourishing amount of appealing options to avoid the cruelty and hardships of homelessness. If the child truly wished to escape the foster care system and survive in the harsh reality suffocating them in Lorsette, he needed a proper starting place. The axe-wielding young woman would intake misfits, providing the crucial opportunities required to allow those to learn and live. Thus, she kept her hand outstretched to the naked blond, allowing him the option to accept or deny her offer.
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If he denied, she would walk away and leave him with the vest in hopes of assisting his survival, even if minimally. If he accepted, Naomi hoped he would learn to grow strong and find a place among the Battle Axes. The purple-haired woman would even understand a mere temporary housing until the blond learned to stand sturdy on his feet. If he proved trustworthy, him remaining a temporary patron would be something Naomi could accept. As they stood in the alleyway, the blond grasped her hand as he accepted the limited nature of choices.
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The woman nodded at him. "Then c'mon kid. As long as you don't mind some rowdy roughhousers around you, you'll be fine. You don't gotta entertain them, just tell them they're fucking dumbasses and if they want a fight, they can come find me."
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The grumble of her words held soft tones of affection. Despite her words, Naomi cared about her gang and was willing to give anything in order to protect them. After the brief introduction, the incredibly tall woman helped pull the blond to his feet, releasing his hand to lead the way.
Assumptions were made about the young boy's disposition. The woman was unfamiliar with the world of foster care, Naomi's family situation fixed with arrangements to live with her grandparents. There were no alternate factors and the social services they did receive were because of their parents wishing to cause mischief. Though, the anger exhibited by the young man brought a surprise to the woman's eyes. A child apart of a broken system, used for twisted means and never thought of at human. There was nowhere for the blond to go.
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Quietly, the dinosaur-esk woman listened to the shifter's story. The gang leader released a long sigh before offering his hand to the young man. Those who possessed no home were people with who Naomi could sympathize. She remembered the first days she spent inside Lorsette, struggling to make a living to keep herself and her sister afloat. If she never created the Battle Axes, her family, the woman would have nowhere to go. While she would be required to hold caution in cases of ploys and law enforcement interaction, Naomi had people who could gather information about people.
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"C'mon then, if you have nowhere to go, you can come with me," the gang leader grumbled.
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Naturally, Naomi would have to inform her people about the new member. The criminal activity would have to remain low temporarily, allowing for those capable of gathering information to accomplish that.
There was something peculiar about the situation Naomi entered. Initially, the powerful gang leader protected a small, corgi puppy running from the dangerous claws of terrors. Now there was suddenly a young man trembling against the heated metal of Hell’s Gate. Animals shifting into humans hardly bothered the golem, it was widely accepted and known by the general populace…. However, witnessing a child of his age covered in filth, lacking clothes, those were foreign concept.
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It suggested the possibility of a reckless teenage runaway, somebody lost for an extensive amount of time or grave circumstance. Sheer thought the possibilities summoned anger, almost bubbling over. Alas, she maintained emotional stability in wayside glances as she listened. Her knowledge of his misfortunes was unknown in every capacity with exceptions to visual speculations. The explanation for the severe lack of clothing raised a brow; whoever this was lacked a solution to purchase reasonable replacements.
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Though the follow-up words condemned the reality. A sigh crept through her lips as the answer “teenage runaway” became clear.
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“So you’re a runaway with no home?” She grumbled.
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As a prominent gang leader, Naomi was no stranger to runaways and those down on their luck. Societal misfits with nowhere to go and limited options available. She adopted her fair share into their relatively large family and found them housing within their borders. It became how she found the other furniture pieces in her life, one example being young Xande Ingram.
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“So you have nowhere to go?” She asked.
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The large shifted positions, crossing her arms as she observed the young man. It sounded as though he exhausted his options, and knowing young runaways, most would not listen to a simple “Go back.”
A huff escaped Naomi's throat as she glanced back at the black dust spreading over the stone of the alleyway. Never would she understand the appeal of terrors, if anything, they were brainless servants of Zeredah prepped for sacrifice. Alas, she knew they could accomplish reasonable damage if somebody proved stupid. The reptilian-shaped woman's eyes locked onto the corgi, noticing the canine's fear. Her appearance oftentimes had those effects on those she met. Once a boogeyman, Naomi's body was tailored for the purpose of instilling fright into others.
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Promptly, a surprise arrived as the corgi's shapeshifting into something different. From the short, soft-looking fur arrived human skin, revealing a possibility of the young man's species. The small boy had tightened himself into a ball, his fear evident by the manner he reacted. The axe-wielding gang leader merely observed the individual she rescued as he cowered away, concerned about the situation. The plea that left the small creature's lips brought a sigh breezing through her's. The young man's first instinct was to assume she would, after killing the terrors, kill him next.
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"Now why the hell would I do that? I just saved your goddamn life, kid," the golem grumbled. "Now why the fuck are you out here naked like this?"
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The golem knew shifters and how their clothing returned to them upon a transformation back into their human form, Nonetheless, the large woman unzipped her vest, revealing her undershirt. Despite her persistent requirement for clothes, the large woman offered it to the naked boy in order to cover him up.
The weighted axe felt natural in Naomi's hand, her closest friend grasped in her calloused fingers. The hisses of the black creatures brought her eyes narrowed. Terrors were always nasty pests, the black shadows or mechanical misfits oftentimes bothering her gang territories. These obnoxious monsters always broke things or attacked people, leaving a nasty mess in the wake of their havoc. If anything, this was a splendid opportunity to get revenge on the little freaks for causing endless trouble for the Battle Axes.
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The terrors were meagre troublemakers, dangerous enough, but nothing extreme for Naomi to handle. Aside from the point, the gang leader worked hard to learn how to handle multiple types of terrors. It was a necessity given the group's circumstances and activities. Nonetheless, they were trash easily taken out, especially after one already lost its hands to the edge of her axe's blade. As the terror backpedalled, Naomi launched herself forward, the axe swinging forward with a strength beyond that of a regular human.
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The blade tore through the terror, tearing it in half at the torso. The reaching claws of its partner snuck in, her arms facing the weak wrath of its claws. The purple-haired woman jutted her elbow into it, forcing it back before lifting the axe high. In a mighty slam, the axe's head came down on the creature, ripping through it similar to paper. Upon its impact with the ground, the concrete gave way to the golem's might and her enhanced axe; she assured it would not break with her brutish fighting style. Dust scattered everywhere from the pair of troublemakers, coating the streets.
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"Obnoxious little fuckers," the golem grumbled before looking at the little corgi. "You alright little guy?"
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Slowly, the large woman hefted her axe behind her back, returning it to its station for later cleaning. She strode towards the small dog, eyes checking him over for any injuries. The durability of the woman's body allowed her to avoid a cut from the creature's tiny claws, thus she was uninjured.
Over the dark metal-worked frame, Naomi’s purple eyes traversed. The wrought metal accompanied by the profound warmth were always those familiar signs of a gate long condemned. The land of fire and light became associated with her former species, a peculiar thought given the boogeyman’s inability to handle burns. Through the years, Hell’s Gate transformed into a mockery of its former self. A creation used for challenges of courage and horrifying ghost tales. People fancied villainizing the gate, a far cry from the seemingly endless worshipping of Heaven’s gorgeous creation.
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A sigh escaped the young golem’s lips as her eyes pulled away. Despite the fear surrounding the large doors, that was all Hell’s gate became; two large, forever-closed metal doors. Fortunately, close proximity to the gate would give her a special type of privacy. Few people dared to venture close, allowing her silence away from her home and the people in the Battle Axes. The golem rested her shoulders against the stone walls of the alleyway. Meanwhile, her eyes traced the lines of the adjacent wall, allowing her head to become blank at the moment.
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Unfortunately, Hell’s Gate could stave no wayward souls as the sounds of steps followed by the skittering of terrors’ claws caught the massive woman’s attention. Instantly, her gaze left the endless cascade of measured lines in favour of the alleyway’s mouth. From her position, perhaps she was unseen, the shade of the alleyway keeping her hidden as a small pup slammed into the metal gate with terrors hot in his trail. Her eyes narrowed as the ugly creatures moved in on the helpless animal, preparing to commit to their kill. That was not going to fucking happen.
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Her gracious friend, the axe strapped to her back escaped its binds as her strong hand tightened around the handle. Weapon drawn as terrors lifted their ugly claws, Naomi struck. In a single harsh strike, her axe came down, blade creating black dust as it sliced through the terror’s hand.
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"Pick on someone your own size, asshole!" She shouted, hints of a growl entering her throat.
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Her axe retreated, the mighty dinosaur-like woman bringing it back to swipe out at the nasty creature. As the hefty weapon moved, her muscles rippled beneath her clothes, showing off the strength granted to the golem. A strength beyond that of regular humans activated to protect the unfortunate pup who entered the alleyway.
Amidst the social aggression of the gangs, things were best described under the vague moniker of different compared to time spent alone. The instant she exited Battleaxe grounds in trade for the western sector of Lorsette, Naomi noticed the shift in the atmosphere. Fewer people littered the streets, but conversation occurred without an abrupt ‘FUCK YOU’ or ‘I WILL BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP’! Although, for a moment those words from summer sweethearts quieted when the beast-like creature strolled past. Most people reacted negatively to her presence because of her appearance.
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Sharpened teeth, a daunting tall figure with a muscular frame displayed through the ripped sleeves of her black vest. Furthermore, her purple complexion and large snout only increased those monster-qualities. Exemplified by her lizard-like eyes, immense height and thuggish fashion style, most people were hasty to display concerns. Fearsome in multiple traits, it kept people from attempting to gain closeness with the beastly woman. She proved overwhelmingly aggressive and at times, downright short-tempered towards others.
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The duties of a leader maintained the fierce attitude roaming her veins and infecting her brain. The guarded nature of her exotic yellow eyes suggested a guardedness, yet, hidden by the shock value of their peculiar shape. With hands hidden inside the large pockets of her ripped-at-the-knee jeans, the young woman proceeded forward without batting an eye to those around her. Throughout her childhood featured the similar wayward glances of selfish worried followed by profound gossip. People were a talkative breed and would cast their shadows on the more peculiar with haste.
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In the heat of the summer sun, Naomi had escaped the loudness of the gang for a breather. Despite her love for the Battle Axes, everybody required a moment to breathe. They became a family to Francisca and herself, but it never changed the fact of family members needing a break. Rambunctious and fight-hungry, at times Naomi needed a lonesome escape from the violent world of running the Battle Axes. A stroll through the streets appeared attractive as a result, leaving the young woman ignoring unfounded criticism or baseless "facts".
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Alas, avoiding those words felt impossible given the hot weather inevitably dragged people from the depths of their homes. In addition, a soft, cooling breeze rustled trees and whistled through buildings. A gorgeous day for citizens to escape the shaded areas of their air-conditioned homes and enjoy themselves. Yet, the magnificent weather would continue to keep people away from one location, Hell's Gate. A majority of people avoided the infamous gate, especially on a summer's day where only a breeze staved the heat.
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Further, into the western section of Lorsette, the golem delved. Thoughts of Francisca's whereabouts roamed her mind as a natural concern for her little sister entered her head. Somewhere, their parents were searching for them, attempting to discover their location to wreak bloody vengeance upon them. THE PAIR COULD ARRIVE WHENEVER THE FUCK THEY WANTED! Their entrance into Lorsette and search for Fran was the opportunity for Naomi to complete her revenge against her horrible parents. They were murderers, cruelly disposing of her life without a second thought!
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They never desired children, merely had them because of their foolishness then refused to hand them off to kinder guardians. Together, their so-called parents trapped them inside a house of booze, drugs and sex until their grandparents played the hero. Inside her pockets, Naomi's fists clenched, her brow lowering, but hidden behind the wild locks of royal purple hair. When the time arrived, she planned on fucking them up and sending them straight to the grave! The distraction in the woman's thoughts kept her from noticing Hell's Gate until she crossed the shoddy alleyway leading her to the large, double doors.
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Quietly, she turned off the road, hoping to distract herself with something else before she ended up full-strength punching a wall. Chances were, people would not appreciate the property damage and hand her heaps of trouble. She approached the tall gate, yellow eyes glancing over darkened metals composing the gate. The infamous Hell's Gate was reduced to living out its days in a tiny alleyway, permanently locked and lonesome. As the heat surrounded her, it tamed her anger as she pondered for a moment the land her previous species was associated with.
A low growl rumbled through the row of razor-sharp teeth as the stuffed animal dodged the edge of her axe. Every action had operated as instinctual. The golem's fixation on protecting her gang, the closest thing to a full-blown family she possessed nowadays. The woman's striking yellow eyes were locked and narrowed as she observed the stranger. The axe had narrowly carved into the plush creature's skin, though his speed allowed for the unsavoury survival. Nonetheless, the ground beneath the axe's blade accumulated to rumble.
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The crumbled concrete was a representation of Naomi's intense strength. A single swing and her weapon of choice managed to deal devastating amounts of damage. Anybody with a sense of intelligence or foresight perhaps would have considered connecting the gang's name with the used weapon. The dinosaur-esk woman's heavy axe was a valuable tool. The final present from her grandparents provided for the protection of her younger sister, Fran. Wrapped in his ignorance, the pint-sized Digimon callously insulted the infamous weapon.
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The woman adjusted her grip, blade pointing towards the small fuzzball. Her brows narrowed further as anger flickered in their yellow hues.
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"Think twice before you talk shit about my weapon," the words grumbled from the depths of her throat. "Now be quick before I decide I want pre-sliced Digimon."
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The golem's brows furrowed as at the creature's request. Protection was among the things few decided a gang was optimal to provide. Her back straightened, revealing the entirety of her intimidating height. Taller than a majority of people, Naomi's height and build made her a frightening foe on the battlefield. The skill she possessed only increased those opinions of the Battleaxe's leader. Her locked eyes remained upon him as he explained, focus and trained. Gradually, she pulled the axe's blade away, hefting it over her shoulder.
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"Why the hell are you coming to us then? If you can 'payback'? Why not get a proper fucking bodyguard?" The anger in his tone was quenched, alas, a festering seriousness arrived in its stead.
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Gangs were not among the most moralistic environments, and the Battleaxes possessed no gripes with committing a few crimes to protect themselves and continue the hustle. Therefore, the male golem's explanation left unanswered questions she required answers for before he could be brought anywhere close. Strangers, in reality, posed the true threat to those within the group. People who could divide them, conquer or abruptly rat out their activities, with ample proof, to authorities.
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The young woman had not operated her group for years to have somebody yank the carpet beneath; let alone allow that to be a pathetic Digimon of all things! Hardness developed in her eyes as the serious nature of the circumstance infected them. Flickers of skepticism exhibited themselves across her face, though, she was certain about something... The stranger carried himself similarly to a criminal. The manner he acted bore the traits similar to herself, almost like a mirror. Alas, likemindedness would not result in her guard being dropped.
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The Battleaxes were her method of protecting Fran on a limited budget and without eyes aplenty discussing her recognizable mug. Conventional means for a woman such as Naomi were probable to result in a nasty downfall given her unique traits. As a gang member, nobody wanted to know where she resided and merely the area to avoid. It became the better alternative to protect the only family she had left.
The comforts of street life paled in comparison to the moralistic ease of average living. RCMP patrolled the sidewalks, observant eyes oftentimes searching for the subtle hints of trouble. Risks consumed their lives as watchful eyes prepared to report the wrongdoings being accomplished. Though, the exhilaration and fortunes of a life criminal in nature locked Naomi Blackwater in her position. Gang leader of the Battle Axes, she was bound to the realm of unlawful affairs from a willing choice.
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Those decisions derived from limited options and memories of her bothersomely recognizable appearance brought her here; hanging around an alleyway surrounded by low-income houses taken over for her gang. The dinosaur-esk woman had escaped the main housing area for meetings and roughhousing in favour of natural air. Behind her, the sounds of walls being bumped into and shouts trickled out the door. A soft eye roll was accomplished as Naomi strode into the alleyways for a quick break from the combative atmosphere.
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The large woman's shoulders rolled the soft jingling of a sheathe's buckle reaching her ears. Over the top of the black winter coat with a white fur accent around the hood was the handle of Naomi's axe. The hefty weapon discovered a residency on the gang leader's back whenever she escaped the warmth of her home. A friend who protected her from both the sinister and the good samaritans jutting into her business. Designed to be the sharpened blade to defend her younger sister, Naomi placed plenty of trust in the infamous weapon of her gang.
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In her straying from the main activities, Naomi's hands retreated to her pockets. In silence, her eyes wandered, pondering the future as thoughts of potential threats. Her parents lurked the world, brimming with malicious intentions towards their living daughters. Undoubtedly, they would be searching Canada for Naomi and the younger sister in order to bring the knife upon their hearts. A return as a golem summoned the responsibility of protecting her little sister from their perilous ways and villainous ideals.
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Through the fortress of mind, her eyes analyzed the scene before her, detecting details with every stride... in the midst of grimness, they locked. In the coolness of late autumn air, Naomi lunged herself forward, axe entering the grasp of her dominant hand and swung. The crackling of rocks and spraying rumble filled the air followed by a series of profanity. An intruder entered her domain, a grey, blue and white creature with several white markings decorating its pelt. A growl rumbled from the large's woman's throat as the real-life Digimon spoke.
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The creature proclaimed not being an enemy, however, somebody of her station could never be certain. She lifted her weapon, turning towards the mysterious creature, hands around the axe handle.
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"You're not an ally, so what the fuck else would you be?" The dinosaur woman growled.
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From the creature's mouth was a masculine voice, suggesting the male gender. Though, the mention of a request brought a confused furrow to her brow with underlying concerns of trickery. Alas, she straightened her back, a single hand dropping to let the head of her massive axe rest on the concrete.
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"What the fuck do you want, Digimon?" She asked in a growl.
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The purple-skinned golem would provide the stranger with a chance to speak, yet, she maintained caution. Her fingers were wrapped solidly around the axe's handle. If this stranger decided to do something ignorant, she would undoubtedly swing hard again.
In certain instances, the timing could almost be considered poetic. A rough and tough gang leader searching for a brief escape from those who obnoxiously stared had turned into the dark alleyway. Two ruffians of which she held familiarity with holding up a young boy with pleading red eyes. Regularly, the golem would have considered not involving herself in the criminal affairs of others. In excess, the action brought forth troubles upon her, though, the circumstances her exotic, yellow eyes laid upon was not a pair of criminals about to brawl.
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A senseless shakedown by a pair of obnoxious thugs Naomi was hasty to recognize. The duo was renowned for senselessness in their crimes and particularly for unpredictable cruelness. Though, boiling over annoyance was hastily to overflow Naomi's veins as she watched them, fists already clenched. Before the dinosaur-esk woman was a young, short man with long red hair being forced against the wall. Meanwhile, a pair of large thugs with recognizable ugly mugs stood over him, asserting their dominance over the situation without a reasonable thought crossing their minds.
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The two were from a rival gang, particularly one of which encroached on Battle Axe territory. They fought against them on multiple occasions. The scraps only getting worse with every passing instance of their engagement. A deadly dance brought on by the foolish asshole who intruded on their grounds. They were the types Naomi despised and ones she would hastily begin an altercation with at a moment's notice. She planned it despite her weaponless position, knowing full well her enhanced strength and brawler attitude made her a menace on the battlefield.
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Though, the dimwits hastily sealed their fate in the force of derogatory comments towards her gang. After retreating from London, Ontario, the Battle Axes acted as a family for Naomi and her younger sister, Francisca Blackwater. Naomi, being the founder of the powerful gang of brawlers held their safety to significance. Furthermore, she discovered herself infuriated when people made cheap, anger-ridden potshots at the people who became family. The woman's exotic yellow eyes narrowed and locked on her designated targets; she was going to give them hell!
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A low growl rumbled from the golem's throat, her frightful rows of sharp teeth bearing from peeling back lips. The woman's large combat boots hurried across the asphalt grounds of the alleyway. The echo of coming footsteps reaching the thug's ears too late as Naomi's shoulder barrelled into the first. Her lowered position for the ramming allowed her to push up with her enhanced strength, off-setting the closest thug; a muscled man holding the cane. The muscular man was sent sideways, smacking into his partner and sending them both tumbling to the ground.
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Heart thumping sweet adrenaline into her veins, Naomi wasted no time. The rough golem stomped over, her large, claws hand reaching down for their collars. In a few moments, she lifted them, her enhance strength making it appear like nothing. Once captured in her grip, the intimidatingly tall woman slammed their backs against the brick wall.
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"You want to say that again?" The words growled from her throat. "Brats?!" She pauses to snort. "You call us that, yet, you can't pick on someone your own size! You're nothing, but pathetic cowards!"
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The golem's stance shifted at a moments notice as she discarded the thugs to the ground. Her arms returned to her hips as she released another growl. If the redheaded kid was not here, perhaps she would have roughed them up further. Alas, the duo was fortunate to catch her in a mood. The street-fighting gang leader craved peace and quiet opposed to the bustle of a fight for once.
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"Now scram! Else I'll be bashing your fucking skulls in!" The giant woman snapped.
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It was evident in the purple-skinned woman's voice she was not playing around. The duo were already on Naomi's hate list and should they push further, she planned on unleashing hell upon them.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
