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.
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!
Welcome to the Black Order. The order is happy to welcome you into our ranks. Just remember the golden rules written in the stone, our twisted testament. Your loyalty comes to the Black Order before anyone or anything else. Failure to do so could result in you being deemed as a traitor or disposable. So just remember, your loyalty to the Black Order comes first, anything else is meaningless should it jeopardize the order. Should you break those golden rules, may the gods have mercy on your pitiful soul.
Welcome to the Black Order. The order is happy to welcome you into our ranks. Just remember the golden rules written in the stone, our twisted testament. Your loyalty comes to the Black Order before anyone or anything else. Failure to do so could result in you being deemed as a traitor or disposable. So just remember, your loyalty to the Black Order comes first, anything else is meaningless should it jeopardize the order. Should you break those golden rules, may the gods have mercy on your pitiful soul.
Welcome to the Black Order, an elite worldwide order of assassins that began in Europe during the 1800s. We have provided our service to many, from political leaders to the disgruntled housewife wishing to dispose of an unwanted husband. Through our contacts, we have managed to make a living off sending unfortunate souls to the abyss of death. From a young age we try to train our members to enlist, for strong members mean the completion of missions. Otherwise, we search for wayward souls and forge them to join our ranks. Your training will begin momentarily.
The Information
The Black Order was a group created to be involved with my character, Adair "Amon" Fellspark. They are a ruthless group of assassins, strong and powerful. Throughout the world, they have hidden bases and a tendency to work alongside the Assembly of Phantoms. There were many figureheads amidst the group cast in shadows and blood. Cold-hearted leaders to bloodthirsty members, the Black Order is designed to be a frightful force. They have extended their campaign to Lorsette, their roots digging in as they work to establish themselves. The Black Order has found plenty of work from their underground infamy and settled in quickly into the crime-ridden world of Lorsette. They have been here for a few years, however, their main base would be an unknown location in Scotland, Europe.
Those who work for the Black Order are trained to become killers who do not hesitate to spill the blood of their enemies. The training regiments in the group mostly consists of sharpening reflexes and learning stealthy weaponry. Under most circumstances, the Black Order does not approve of brutish tactics unless the individual can use them effectively. There is no prejudice against specific species, however, they are opportunistic. They effectively use their member's hatred to fuel determination, meaning, for example, should there be a seraphim who despises hell species, they may send them to assassinate a vampire to assure extra brutality. A cover forged under the belief of the crime being of passion is occasionally a tactic they implement.
There are rules within the Black Order, however, they are few. Members of the Black Order are expected to remain civilized between their fellow members but are given the allowance to use self-defence. Sparing is welcomed and encouraged, even if devastating wounds become a result... scars are merely education marks. Every mission assigned to a specific member must be carried out within a week unless a valid reason is provided, otherwise, the mission will be handed off to a more competent member. Those with valuable information are asked to be taken to the Black Order headquarters for torturing, even if for the personal means of a trusted member. Then... finally... as an assassin, every individual's loyalty must come to the Black Order before anybody else, whether they are family, friend, lover or soulmate. Anybody who betrays or spies on the Black Order will be tortured for their crimes.
The Positions
Throughout the Lorsette sector of the Black Order are several positions assigned to trusted members. While there is no extravagance between the varying ranks, it does at times, dictates the types of missions received. There are three classifications of assassins. Along with these ranks are a hierarchy of people who run the organization.
The Marshall: The highest rank of the Black Order and the main organizer. The marshall is considered the individual who keeps everything in order and presides over the location branch. They assist with mission and troop organization. In this situation, Lorsette will be this marshall's location branch.
The Corporal: The corporal is the marshall's right-hand man. They assist with keeping the troops in order and help with the organization. Whenever the marshall is unable to attend work, the corporal is expected to accomplish their duties until further notice. They are expected to listen to the marshall's order and hand out the missions as instructed.
The Disciples: The highest rank of assassin within the Black Order. Disciples are those who have undergone training and have proved on multiple occasions to have the Black Order's best interests at heart. They are well-trained and skilled enough to accomplish crucial missions. These members are frequently described as ruthless individuals whose loyalty lies with the Black Order, as it should. Due to displaying their loyalty, they receive the privilege to take prisoners for personal reasons so long as the Black Order is not jeopardized.
The Recruits: The lower rank among fully-trained assassins. Recruits are considered members who the Black Order cannot fully trust or the greenhorns fresh from apprenticeship. They are still getting their bearings and learning the wondrous art of assassination. Similarly, those who lack skills are kept in the recruit rank. They are on the hot seat for impressing the marshall and corporal of their division. Success will result in a promotion to the disciple rank.
The Apprentices: The untrained assassins working on refining their skills. These are at times, children around the vulnerable age of 8. Sometimes apprentices will be older and can be of any age. They begin strict training classes based on exercise routines. They begin by pushing the body's limits. For two years this will be extreme exercise regiments before they are notified of the Black Order's true intentions. They will begin their training with proper weaponry. A month after being informed of these true intentions, they will be shown the torture inflicted on traitors as an example. Those who begin at the vulnerable age of 8 will be graduated when they reach their 18th birthday. Anybody 18 or older is a case by case scenario based on how quickly the material is learned.
The Ravens: Ravens are a different type of role that operates through the Black Order. Their task is to search for missions and hand them into the marshall or corporal. They do not participate in the killing of the Black Order's safety. It is their method of detaching clients from the genuine members of the order.
The Clients: Those who purchase the services of the Black Order. There is no discrimination. Should a client require the assassination of a fellow assassin, the client under most circumstances will be killed. The only circumstances this may change is if the member is a traitor or showing disloyalty to the Black Order.
Apart from their expectations to carry out missions, the Black Order does have a secondary purpose, hence, the wanted ad. In the year 2009, Adair Fellspark, son of Jeanette and Elton Fellspark, betrayed the Black Order. Without mercy, he cut down several members of the order and escaped from the main base in Scotland. For a little, over ten years the order has attempted to hunt him down, however, to no avail. Anybody who sees Adair Fellspark is tasked with dragging him to the nearest headquarters and implementing his punishment. There will be no mercy for Adair. He is a capable fighter, once of the disciple rank from his skill, and possesses confidential information about the Black Order. Anybody influential in hacking has been asked to search databases in an attempt to discover any identifying signals of Adair Fellspark.
Notes: In regards to this plotline, please be advised that Adair is currently hiding under the alias Amon. The Black Order in unaware Amon and Adair are connected and therefore have not found him. This will be a plotline revealed later, hence, why Adair's parents are conveniently transferred to this branch. I will give updates about this situation when necessary.
If you want more information about Adair, you can find his application here. This may also give insight into the operations of the Black Order.
Concerns filtered through Adair's head as he observed the pair's interactions with one another. Their age difference worried the blue-haired man, however, it was impossible to deduce their potential connection within a single conversation. Theoretically, they could have a brotherly relationship or the redhead could be known for being an affectionate young man. There were people who enjoyed hugging and snuggling with anybody or a close friend. Nonetheless, Adair planned on watching over Ian and assuring he would not do anything stupid.
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Introductions were accomplished by his former apprentice, Adair finally being provided the name of the blond's friend. Tadashi, the name did not sound particularly familiar. The masked TRS hunter was about to request the young man's surname, however, the sounds of radio static reached his ears. Something else required his immediate attention, meaning gaining further information would have to wait. The radio was grabbed, Adair hearing the request for backup because of a difficult situation. The device was brought to the hunter's lips.
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"On my way," Adair stated before latching it back onto his belt. "Behave yourself Ian, Tadashi. See you later."
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With those words, Adair began running, enhanced speed activating as he moved away, web shooting from his hand. The jorogumo swung, leaving the boys behind to start his next mission.
The jorogumo observed the pair interact, his brow raising softly. A vaguely familiar redhead had wrapped his arms around Ian, causing the blond to melt from the embrace. The elite hunter hoped there was nothing to worry about, however, embracing could be viewed as an innocent activity. As Adair stood, watching Ian, he was unaware of the forged identification. Thus the scene unfolding in front of the jorogumo was an 18-year-old having a warm embrace with a 15-year-old.
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Quietly, his cyan hues glanced over the redheaded teen, analyzing his appearance. There was something oddly familiar about the young man. Almost as though Adair witnessed a face strikingly similar, albeit, older in years. It made the jorogumo curious about Ian’s little friend who scuttled down the stairs to join him. Somewhat of an introduction was given, Ian explaining how Adair was his mentor. The boy appeared star-struck, eyes wide as he observed him, investigating his appearance. The procedure of analyzing the redhead conducted was visual-based and something Adair was used to.
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“Ian, who is your friend?” Adair questioned.
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The elite hunter wanted a proper introduction before he left. He was curious about the redheaded boy and the familiar appearance he seemed to know from somewhere.
From the ashen remains of the terror, Adair retrieved his daggers. Each weapon was coated in the dark ashes, particularly the once well-polished, poison-covered blades. A sharp shake was given to the blades, looser particles of dust flying from the surface. The action was repeated a few times, remnants of ash clinging to Adair's gloves. Defeating terrors was never a clean task, however, still one he accepted the responsibility for. Payment for his sins was required... He hoped to hide his blood-soaked days of assassination with the ash of terrors.
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A layer of evil hidden beneath the dirt of his heroics. Every horrible crime he committed, each time he claimed the life of another person all cloaked under the ash. A soft sigh escaped the elite hunter's lips as thoughts were shoved aside. The first dagger was exchanged to his left hand. From one of his pockets, he retrieved a cloth. He draped it carefully over his right hand before cautiously grasping the blade. In a single, slow-motion he followed the blade upwards, a majority of the ash being wiped off in the process.
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The first dagger was returned to the cloaked pocket before Adair accomplished a similar action with the second. Approaching footsteps reached the jorogumo's ears. Immediately, his eyes noticed Ian approaching, the young man who was formerly his apprentice. A greeting was shouted, Adair waiting until the blond was nearby to speak.
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"Hi, and of course I did," Adair answered.
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The final dagger was returned to his pocket meanwhile the cloth was shook. Ash flew from the fabric, Adair shaking it until satisfied. Moments later, it was returned to its regular pocket.
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"Getting caught up in school?" Adair inquired. "Were a bit behind when you joined the TRS?"
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The elite hunter was under the impression Ian was 18. While the blond held a youthful appearance, the existence of immortality made it difficult to refute the possibility of him being an adult. The paperwork was suitable, therefore, the seraphim was accepted into their ranks. Mere moments after Ian's approach, another young student approached, another somewhat recognizable face. The redheaded student caught up to the blond, arms reaching to try and hug him. A brow raised at the spectacle, the jorogumo concerned with the closeness being displayed.
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Perhaps Ian was becoming a big brother figure to his classmates? The notion was pleasant and Adair hoped those were the intentions of the school board. There would be 18-year-old students inside the school, most hoping to complete their education and graduate shortly.
Cold seeped into the day as a cloud-filled sky kept sunlight from warming Lorsette. The ill-favourable weather conditions did not bother Adair as he prepared to accomplish some hunting on behalf of the Terror Response Syndicate. The jorogumo dressed in his specially altered TRS uniform. Black covered Adair's body beneath the red cloak, the silver words "TRS HUNTING DIVISION" written on the back of the shirt. The red cloak was attached to the mysterious man's shoulders, successfully wrapping around him without issue.
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The green bandana was wrapped around Adair's face, successfully hiding a portion of his features. Nose, mouth, ears and the back of his neck was hidden beneath the cloth. A hat was pulled over Adair's head, blue locks of hair shoved beneath the hat before being tugged lower. Combat boots and gloves were tugged on, effectively covering a majority of the jorogumo's body. Only moments later did the sounds of a notification beep from Adair's phone. The device was tugged from a hidden pocket beneath his clothing, gazing over the text.
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The text informed him about a terror's presence at the school. Coming. The simple one-word text was sent back to soothe his apprentice's nerves. The radio was plucked from his belt and brought to his lips.
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"I'm heading to the school, I received info a terror is there," Adair spoke with a serious tone.
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Before an answer could be given, the jorogumo was hooked onto the belt. Hesitation disappeared as Adair enhanced his speed, running through the streets. Each step brought him closer, the school coming into his sight as the elite hunter rushed towards the scene. Eventually, he reached the school, his cyan eyes noticed the medium-risk terror outside the front of the school. The bow staff was drawn, Adair jumping high and hitting the terror hard. The creature growled as its attention fixated on the elite hunter.
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Claws slid from the medium risk terror's paws as it swiped at the elite hunter. A web was shot from Adair's hand, quickly pulling him away from the terror. From the depths of his cloak, the jorogumo drew a dagger, throwing it at the terror. The blade narrowly missed the creature's throat, the terror running forward. Another web was shot, wrapping around a nearby streetlight and pulling Adair away again. A frustrated growl escaped the medium-risk terror's maw as the creature turned, slower compared to the previous charge.
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Unknown to the terror, Adair possessed poison-covered daggers for the disposal of terrors. These creatures could be killed unlike Assembly members, therefore, one of the cloak pockets was dedicated to the special daggers. Another dagger was thrown, sinking into the creature's flesh. A yowl escaped the terror as it sloppily charged at the jorogumo who remained still, grabbing another dagger. When close enough, Adair dodged left as he slashed at the creature's throat, accomplishing the finishing blow without hesitation.
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The terror fell to the ground, limp as its body dissipated into dust. The skillfulness of the elite hunter allowed him to defeat the creature quickly, although, Adair found this medium risk was reckless. The radio was grasped from his belt and bought to his lips.
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"The medium risk terror at the school has been defeated, the school can reopen," the jorogumo explain.
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An affirmative was given before the radio was returned to his belt. Afterwards, Adair turned to the pile of ash, sifting through it to retrieve the poisonous daggers. He wanted to avoid anybody getting hurt by the poison covered daggers, thus they were grabbed and returned to the same pocket; they could be washed later.
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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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