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.
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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!
Astonishment coloured Hao's eyes as he observed the white-haired man. For years, the book was considered niche and unpopular, yet, the stranger held it between his fingers. Believing his eyes was difficult given the rarity and tastes of a majority of individuals. A fluttering sense of joy entered Hao upon the discovery. Finally, an individual of similar tastes summoned intense emotions of jubilee for the author. Regularly, he would shy away from the realm of socialization and people, however, the circumstance appeared special.
Desires for an interesting piece of literature was abandoned for the opportunity of worthwhile conversation. An educated presumption guessed nobody else would be reading the book anytime soon, therefore, the light-haired man appeared an impressive beacon between the drab faces. The man's surprise was responded with a quick nod of affirmation towards him. Even in reviews and other mediums, the book proved its rarity at every turn. Despite curious about magic and charms not being a niche subject, the book managed to fall into obscurity.
"Surprisingly, despite her strives in the realm of charms, the book fell into obscurity," he sighed gently.
The truth of the matter was disappointing. People ignored the wisdom of Yanis Marigold and the teachings her life offered. There were more prominent investors in the study of magic that garnered more attention than the charm maker. Though, finding a single person aware of her brought Hao a sense of joy. The man's stated reasons for endeavouring into the literature piece were sensible. Pursuit of knowledge related to occupation was reasonable. Alas, the man's confession of being enthralled in the book summoned a gentle smile to Hao's face.
The stranger's wonderful additions about viewpoints enlightening one another in the process of information gathering. Brilliant astonishment flashed in Hao's eyes. The white-haired man proved in seconds the unique nature of his tastes in a mere few moments of explanation. There was a certain wonderment to the stranger before him stirring inside Hao, for he genuinely comprehended the values of reading. Hundreds threw reading away as boring or as merely a pastime, however, the few who delved into investigating alternate perspectives to aid in the comprehension of their own amazed him.
"I do not find many whose ideal is investigating alternate viewpoints," he mused with a smile. "An astonishing reason, truly. Understanding others only allow for a better understanding of yourself alongside your opinions or that of others. With Yanis' unique take on charm understanding and usage, I found it easy to get invested in it."
The guardian paused for a moment, a subtle red touching his cheek. Random tangents at inappropriate times were oftentimes unwelcomed concepts.
"Sorry, I did not mean to ramble," he apologized with a slight bashfulness.
Despite his enjoyment of endlessly delving into the realm of viewpoints and human comprehension, Hao knew abruptly rambling was not always welcomed. His attention remained on the stranger, hoping he had not overstep boundaries in his abrupt talking.
There were rare instances where Hao Zhao narrowly managed to pull himself away from his work. Extreme writer's block irritated his mind, gripping it with sharpened talons and refusing to release! The single action breaking him down and leaving his time spent making points in a notebook or typing words at a computer impossible. The revelation of requiring a mental break arrived after hours of useless staring at a blinking cursor. The curse of every starting sentence leaving dissatisfaction only adding as supporting arguments to the belief.
It led to the abandonment of forceful tactics as Hao retreated from his computer. The soft escape of a sigh breezed through his lips as he stood from the chair. A grunt grumbled from the writer's throat as his arms headed to the skies, hands clasping together as he straightened his arms and arched his back. Stiffen muscles rolled and moved, stiffness being banished from their frames as he stood. A soft sigh glided through Hao's lips as he blinked away blurs from endless staring at the computer screen for countless hours.
Gradually, he moved around his home, allowing his legs freedom from their stiffness. A gentle 'mmm' rose from his lips as the writer contemplated. Earlier, he ate his lunch and supper was hours from arriving, leaving time for an activity to ease his mind. Thoughts churned for meagre moments before the author landed on the wished-upon activity, reading. Checking out a library book was something accomplished regularly by the writer. The action lent the opportunity to study varying writing styles and lent the opportunity to settle into a chair for endless hours.
The man strode to the coat hanger, plucking a dark-gray jacket from the hanger. He wrapped it around him, clasping the zipper and bringing it up. The bulked pockets held a pair of black gloves, which were grabbed and tugged on accordingly. Once snugged, Hao pushed open the front door of his home and walked to his small car. In silence he entered and seated himself, moving the shift and entering drive. Silently, he drove through Lorsette, taking a break from the endless yammering of radio stations speaking about the recent Assembly attacks; sometimes, people needed silence.
In moments, Hao discovered himself at the Lorsette Public Library. A beautiful building he admired despite it being nothing compared to some of the immaculate libraries he viewed on his travels. He unbuckled and left his vehicle, closing the door behind him. Long strides were taken as he approached the steps, smoothly walking up the stairs and into the front door. Contemplation returned as the writer debated his wishes on what exactly to read for his evening of relaxation. Slowly, he passed by the reception, aimlessly heading into the seemingly endless shelves.
Through the lenses of his glasses, Hao's chestnut eyes peered around at the spines of books. Titles written in varying fonts displayed themselves, eye-catching titles designed to generate interest. A gentle 'hmm' escaped his closed lips as he debated his wishes. Each aimless step brought him closer to the end of a small hallway, eyes curiously searching. The chestnut-hues noticed someone reading at one of the provided tables. Initially, the writer's eyes passed over the book, thinking not a penny until he realized the familiarity of the cover.
When his eyes returned, he recognized the familiar title written in blue font and a familiar name. Yanis Marigold, a woman renowned for her artistry and skills in charm making. The published story-styled autobiography of her life, A Life Painted in Charm, was an obscure book. Perhaps available in the library, but rarely checked out if Hao would assume. Astonishment flickered in his chestnut eyes as an unexpected smile touched his face. Moments, where he discovered people with a taste for the obscure, were almost nonexistent!
Slowly, he approached, wishing to speak to the gentleman holding the book.
"I didn't know there were other people who read about the life of Yanis Marigold... I think you are the first person I have ever seen reading that book," Hao quietly commented.
While he dived into the book near the beginning of the month, Hao's reading pace proved slow. Busied with work, Hao was approximately three quarters into the wonderful book about a woman equally as wonderful. The surprise in his eyes were evident in small ways. The soft glint in his eyes and the gentle curvature of his lips displayed a calm, yet, astonished expression. For once, the writer found himself wishing to become familiar with someone.
My work pertains to researching the recent historic events revolving around the war between the Assembly and TRS. Since Lorsette has proven to be a good epicentre of the occurrences over the years, I arrived here to conduct my research.
I am used to it and its escalation, unfortunately. Working for 3000 years in the same field leaves people considering you a... historic monument I suppose.
Admittedly, I usually only leave for research purposes, however, if you enjoy baked goods and hot drinks, the Crescent Moon Cafe is pleasant.
Expectations weigh heavily upon your shoulders. The path you made for yourself is carved in stone, your dreams followed, however, it is no longer you possessing those wishes. You stare at the pages, reminding yourself that you cannot allow yourself to cease the words, to cease to weaving of stories and research. You focus on these things, refusing to stop for you crave the achievement. It is a survival requirement, for without those achievements, nobody would paid mind. The admiration from your parents would be should failure strike. You push yourself, an over-achiever by all regards and somebody who refuses to sleep. You risk health, you risk everything because of the toxic thoughts which consume your brain.
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One day, you may realize the amount of time you place into your work is enough. For with this fixation, you could never acquaint yourself with the man beneath the words. The determined writer reminding himself how everything must be perfect and how he must please the masses opposed to merely himself and those he loves.
Dogs were difficult to handle according to the behaviours demonstrated by the filthy husky. The creature was jumpy, hyper and demanding in terms of attention. Unfortunately for the furry animal, Hao was more interested in attempting to search for his owner, the individual who knew the sordid canine best. Items were thrown into the trash, a simple pat being a method to make the husky content. Afterwards, the author turned, planning to leave under the impression the filthy husky would follow behind him, however, he was sorely mistaken.
Suddenly, the filthy husky lept onto the nearby bench, the sounds of paws colliding with wood prompting Hao to glance over his shoulder where he discovered the creature. The writer's lips parted to speak, however, before words could escape his lips, the trashcan was rummaged through. Garbage left the large cylinder's hole, landing onto the ground and creating a big mess. From paper bags, styrofoam cups, pop cans and food wrappers, plenty of garbage was carelessly flung onto the grass without hesitation from the husky.
From the trash, the dog fetched food, dragging it out while leaving the garbage on the floor. An irritated sigh escaped the author's mouth after the mess created by the animal.
"No! You don't do that," Hao informed the dog, attempting to sound authoritative.
While the squalid husky devoured the food he discovered, Hao placed his tea onto the bench and began picking up the remnants of trash. Each piece was returned to the garbage receptacle, the author steadily cleaning the dog's mess. He failed to notice the squirrel, only turning when the rushed sounds of paws on grass reached his ears.
"Hey! Come back!" He called, but to no avail.
Within moments, the dog was gone, the creature's superior speed aiding in its escape. A soft sigh escaped Hao's lips, his sullied clothes being for null with the dog gone. The author returned to his drink, grabbing his tea and walking around the park in hopes of finding the husky, however, he failed to accomplish his task. The bespectacled man could only hope the canine would find his owner or somebody more capable of handling a rambunctious husky. The author retreated from the public, returning home to clean his soiled garbs, shower and attempt another method to find muse.
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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.
