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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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.
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Emotions were always touchy with the gradual approach of both Dexter's birthday and Christmas to shortly follow. The Adams' Family proceeded to recover from their abrupt loss of family members a little over a year prior. Nonetheless, emotional damage remained, manifesting weak smiles and attempts at happiness. Mental wounds reopened with the arrival of late November, the time around Dexter's parents were killed prematurely by the Assembly of Phantoms. Around these times, the redhead sought solitude to cope with his emotions.
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Perhaps his unwillingness to handle his emotions kept him from recovering from the mental pains which burdened his mind. In the later hours of the afternoon when Dexter escaped from the manor without issues. There was a silent understanding in the household, everybody comprehending the pain they felt between one another. The simple words 'stay safe' would leave the lips of anybody viewing his departure, but they understood. The bespectacled, young man was still hurting because of the loss of his parents. Recovering from loss took time.
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The redhead hardly noticed when he left the manor, phone and wallet hidden in the pockets of his black jacket. The jacket's zipper was down, allowing for his temperature to be moderated. Beneath the jacket was an orange and dark-grey sweater, zipped up. Simple blue jeans covered his legs, a style that would blend him into the crowds of people enjoying their days and grinning through the hours. A soft sigh escaped Dexter's mouth, a cloud of white steam escaping his parted lips as he walked down the sidewalks, hardly giving attention to anybody around him.
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Snow crunched beneath his shoes, his amber eyes fixating on the ground below, only occasionally checking his surroundings. His hands were stationed in his pockets, settled beside the items within them. He hardly minded his surroundings, the buildings of Lorsette being traded for the nature of the Calico Forest. With the temperature being milder for a Canadian winter, Dexter did not complain about the distance he went. He wanted a long walk to clear his mind of the numbness he felt around the holidays and that was all.
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As time continued, he no longer felt the intense emotions of loss storming his heart and disrupting his mind, but instead, discovered a numbing. Everything changed quickly, they were already onto their second Christmas without his parents. It felt impossible to come to terms with their sudden and terrifying death by the hands of terrors, thus, he just kept walking. Was there anything else to do when greeted with the path of life? His grandparents tried to help him feel better, but when remembering those happy times, his mind would sometimes dwell on the cold evening where the police rapped upon the door.
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He struggled through his feelings on the subject, bottling them up while his family attempted to warrant his time to release them. Another soft sigh escaped Dexter's lips as his gaze lifted from the forest floor, amber eyes finding the tall, leafless trees of the Calico Forest. He kept walking. He diverted off the path, wishing for a silent place to get lost in his thoughts, to steal a moment of peace. Down a steeper hill into the skeleton trees he ventured, eyes for attentive because of the change in scenery.
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Even with his thoughts clouding his mind, Dexter was plenty aware of the dangers found amidst the wooded lands of the Calico Forest. Terrors and Assembly members occasionally lurked between the trees, preying upon the innocent. More steps were taken, eyes searching until they noticed something hidden by a manmade hill. Two, large doors secured into the hillside, green painting chipping from their bodies. Rusted sections were evident on the edges, minor, but just noticeable. A brow furrowed, Dexter stepping closer to the bunker.
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There was little for him to do in the wilderness and exploring a creepy bunker sounded like a method of escaping the sorrowful thoughts whirling in his head. A hand escaped the warm clutches of his pocket, reaching to pull the cold, metal handle of the bunker. With some effort, Dexter pulled the door open, a loud squeak of complaint echoing through the bunker. Alas, the bespectacled man's judgement was beyond him from the haunting thoughts which followed his mind; he allowed the door to slam close without a second thought.
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The gifted man's eyes locked onto the door, night vision activating without hesitation because of the darker environment. He turned towards the metallic doors, hand reaching out to push against the paint-chipped surface. When the door refused the move, he planted his shoulder against it, attempting to force it open, alas, it was stuck shut.
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"Dammit," he grumbled quietly as he pulled away from the door.
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The introvert's eyes scanned the door, searching for anything which could be keeping the doors closed. A latch? A magnet? Something which managed to jam between the door and its frame? The peace sign was noticed but ignored in favour of attempting to find a method to open the door. There was a chance Dexter could be stuck inside, however, the redhead had his phone. Alas, he wished to discover an escape first since chances were, there was no signal inside this stone-walled bunker.
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[ XD That sounds so much eviler. "I lured him inside!" XD It sounds like you were trying to set a trap for Nicolas. lol Yeah, Dexter found it later. <3 ]
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]@quentin @nicolas[break] 871 Words
Completely and utterly lost in a sea of social interaction and expectations. Those were the emotions orbiting through Dexter's brain as he was hauled around by the youngest and only child of the Matthews' family. This sickening torment of expected social prowess made the redhead feel out of place in this frightening social scene. The introverted gamer preferred spending the majority of his time hiding inside his room with a controller in his hands or a keyboard beneath his delicate fingertips. These fancy parties were hardly his forte.
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After sampling the first beverage, the young boy seemed content with the provided answer, eyes beaming as a one-word compliment was given. There was something about the remark which reminded Dexter of a teacher's praise. Was there a wrong answer?! Were his opinions suddenly banned in favour of making the young brunette content?! The bespectacled man bit back an annoyed sigh, narrowly manage to muster a weak smile. The last thing the redhead wished to accomplish was making a scene over a minor disagreement, which meant playing Brendon's little game of Guess the Correct Answer or Face Judgement.
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Another glass was fetched, a light pink liquid being poured into the cup. The redhead watched Brendon, listening to the demand as the glass was offered. A brow raised as Dexter grabbed the cup, gazing at the pink liquid contained inside. The drink appeared pretty, however, that would not reflect the taste under most circumstances. Carefully, the cold drink was brought to his lips, a small sip being taken. The bespectacled man flinched at the sharp, bitter-tasting beverage. While Dexter did not favour bitter-tasting drinks, he could tolerate it should it be required.
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There was a pause as Dexter stared at the drink, uncertain about his feelings over the taste. He would have preferred something sweeter with the colour, similar to pink lemonade. The balance of sweetness and sour tastes would have been delightful.
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"Well," he began, racking for the words, "it's not that bad, but... not something I would drink again personally..."
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An honest answer was given and phrased in "safer" way in hopes of satisfying Brendon. There was hope the young child would consider it correct and allow the redhead to avoid being reprimanded by a mere teenager. These inquiries were opinion-based, however, Dexter found himself trapped in a situation where his opinions hardly mattered. Hopefully, the answer was adequate for Brendon's liking.
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[ Dexter probably deserves that cheekiness, to be honest. lol ]
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]Brendon Redal [break] 401 Words
You were not the greatest son to them, and you know it. While there were several lines you could have crossed, millions of possible sins, it does not change what happened. You flaunted what they gave you, used the opportunity to become a lazy bum laying on their couch, mooching off the very people who gave you life; allowed for air to fill your lungs and blood to fill your veins. For a long time, you never listened to their guidance, but once they met their demise you came to your senses. You could have been a better son... you could have been a better man... You have finally started to become good, but would it be enough?
There are many apologies you wished could have left your mouth before they left you. Those horrible things you did and said to them because you were blinded by the darkness of crime. They only wanted to be assured you would succeed, but you failed to get yourself together with every chance you had. When they were finally out of your life forever, the words shattered you, rattling your mind. Now all you can do is provide apologies they will never hear. You messed up, and there is nothing you can do to fix it. A promising future was given to you, but you squandered it entirely.
Admittedly, Dexter believed the dirty blond was an obnoxious, charmless prick. This sarcastic asshole was the demon who rescued him from a malicious dark mist... The entire prospect was nearly impossible for Dexter to believe! The redhead was under the assumption that the mysterious blond would at least possess some definition of respect but was hastily proven incorrect. He supposed somewhere beneath the stranger's distasteful attitude was a slight benevolence, or at least, enough heroics to rescue another individual from their possible demise.
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The redhead's gaze avoided the stranger's face, perhaps infuriated by how correct he was with the friendship comment. Truth surfaced in those words and Dexter despised hearing those words. The signs of anger were evident in his narrowed eyes locking on the lightly, snow-covered pieces of broken glass. Hands were clenched tightly, digging for a moment before releasing them as a disgruntled exhale escaped his nose. The bespectacled man was hardly a fighter, thus his reticule was nothing powerful in comparison to some individuals.
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A sarcastic comment escaped the dirty blond's mouth as a "farewell" of sorts. The redhead finally lifted his head as he crossed his arms and rolled his amber-coloured eyes.
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"Oh whatever! If you're going to leave, leave! I don't need to hear your stupid sarcasm!" Dexter snapped at the stranger.
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Quickly, Dexter turned on his heel, his eyes scanning the floor. Unfortunately, the manifested fury made it difficult for the redhead to properly focus. Nothing changed about the location, the same wooden, planked floors and plastic-wrapped furniture nearly undisturbed. Traces of snow covered the cabin's floor from their entrance days before, the outside cold allowing the snow to remain firm. The bespectacled man's attention was not fixated on the cabin necessarily, but rather the sounds around him. Similarly, Dexter wished to exit the cabin, however, he refused to follow the dirty blond outside.
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While they would undoubtedly part ways, Dexter was unwilling to spend any extra seconds with the obnoxious stranger! He remembered his grandmother's words after he returned, how she praised the mysterious stranger with demonic traits for bringing her darling son home. It was absolutely ridiculous! The dirty blond was an asshole without any consideration for the feelings of others! He failed to be the dashing hero his grandparents expected and were bound to be hoping for. The pair consistently assisted over Dexter attempting to meet the blond again, most likely because of their consistent meddling in his love life...
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Unfortunately, the redhead assumed he would be required to listen to those insisting words longer. It annoyed Dexter and made him regret admitting his romantic preferences... Quietly, the bespectacled man stood, cross-armed and waiting until he could potentially leave.
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[ XD Honestly, I wasn't sure how long the thread would be, to begin with since these two don't like one another. lmao ]
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]@nicolas [break] 448 Words
Comfortable, Dexter remained stationed on the smooth rock, his legs dangling over, allowing his feet to dip into the cool, slow-moving waters below. Birds chirped above as the redhead read the text message from his grandmother stating she wanted him to come home shortly. The bespectacled young man answered with a simple response stating he would return around noon, going lengths to mention the beautiful weather and how he wished to bask in the warming sunlight. There was a single word response that signified hesitance and slight concern.
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A sigh drifted through the redhead's lips as he returned to the home screen of his cellphone. Slowly, the bespectacled man leaned back, concerned about the events to unfold once he returned to the Adams' Manor. Forceful changes were obnoxious and something Dexter did not wish to handle. Throughout his life, his parents and grandparents promoted being himself, except for his non-moralistic activities. He was introverted, never a fan of social interaction and they appeared to desire absolute social grace while he preferred his current lifestyle.
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The sounds of footsteps approaching were unheard by Dexter, however, the familiar voice made the redhead tense. Somebody from those criminal days, long resented after the Scarlet Ghosts betrayed him, jamming the door shut and locking him inside the store they robbed. Part of Dexter wished to keep his eyes forward in a desperate hope the voice would disappear, however, that would be improbable. A groan escaped the redhead's mouth as he slowly glanced over his shoulder, eyes promptly narrowing as he discovered the blond man behind him.
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Artorias Fray, a member of the Scarlet Ghosts, before the gang was disbanded. There he stood, spiky, blond hair, red shirt, black leather jacket, crimson eyes and a neutral expression. The redhead rolled his eyes at Artorias since he did not desire the vampire's company.
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"Oh, just fuck off. I don't give a damn about what you have to say." Dexter mumbled irritably. "What the hell are you doing here anyways?!"
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Whenever a Scarlet Ghost member came into vicinity, Dexter hastily found himself growing moody. In the redhead's mind, the entire group was composed of traitors, but little did he realize a sole individual was responsible for jamming the door. Behind him, feet away was the culprit, the person who decided Dexter would be arrested by police that evening. Alas, the blame was evenly spread across every member of the Scarlet Ghosts. Due to Jean's words, the redhead was under the impression they swore a vow to blame his lack of skill in the field as opposed to confessing.
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There was never a time where Dexter wished to speak with his former friends and gang allies, however, today was one where he wished to avoid them. Returning home would unleash the conversation about his recent behaviour, thus, the redhead lacked a haven from those who wished to infuriate him endlessly. Anywhere else was public property and places where Artorias could come and go as he pleased...
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]Artorias Fray [break] 498 Words
Embarrassment burned Dexter's cheeks as he refused to allow his amber eyes to gaze at the blond stranger's face. Displaying his sorrow was never the intention of days ago, the redhead battling the natural feelings manifested from losing his parents. The upset was understandable given the circumstances, but Dexter was nonetheless humiliated by his public display of sorrow... For the sake of his grandparents, he needed to access strength and assure them there was nothing to worry about, the prior days proving he needed to become better.
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The subtle crunch of snow signified the blond's movement as he spoke. Quickly, Dexter's attention was earned, his amber eyes locking on the stranger, listening to his words, initially confused until the switch was flicked. Irritation surged through his veins, the bespectacled redhead's hands clenching into fists as he glowered at the stranger. The asshole had the audacity to speak rotten and wear that stupid smug grin throughout his explanation! Unfortunately, the dirty blond's words were correct, however, Dexter already decided he would NEVER reveal that.
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The redhead's friend list decreased substantially after being abandoned with a cursed item and a jammed door! The allies he once labelled friends betraying him for their escape. The notion was an assumption, however, Dexter long held the concept of being a distraction for police while they scurried off.
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"Asshole," Dexter mumbled under his breath.
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After mumbling the single word, the redhead crossed his arms, amber eyes wandering elsewhere. The actions which occurred a few days ago was nothing Dexter was proud of. His grandparents almost got injured by a malicious, darkness-controlling villain had he failed to get into contact with the elders. Furthermore, he gave the blond fuel for obnoxious insults related to that particular day. Slowly, the redhead released an annoyed sigh focused more on himself opposed to the smug jerk who he believed was arrogant and pompous.
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Briefly, Dexter's eyes glanced over the walls, discovering the lack of damages to the beautiful cabin. He wished he found a safe location to teleport home instead of giving the blond reason to break in... The last thing the redhead needed was a new addition to his criminal record...
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[ OMG I LOVE NICOLAS! But Dexter is not a fan. XD Personally, he thinks Nicolas is an asshole. ]
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]@nicolas [break] 362 Words
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