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
season
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!
As Hao stood, his chestnut-coloured eyes analyzed the condition of his clothing further. Filthy animals were something the dark-haired man disliked, especially when they decided to share the dirt. While Hao was never somebody fixated entirely physical appearance, he nonetheless despised getting dirty. Clothes would be ruined in mere seconds because an animal decided they would cover him in absolute filth. Unfortunately, the action was completed and Hao was unable to change attire until he found the owner and returned home.
The husky's huff resulted in an annoyed eye roll to cross Hao's face. The navy-haired man was never particularly excellent at manifesting connections with animals, especially those who were hyper. All Hao desired was for the mysterious dog was to discover the owner and return the playful husky to his precious loved ones, however, these unexpected and unwanted difficulties made the situation ill-favourable for Hao. Alas, the misfortunes of earlier would be set aside in favour of assisting the poor creature he found fending for himself on the streets.
Based on the dog's posture, he desired to play, however, the guardian made the highest goal finding the husky's proper owner. Playtime could wait until the unfortunate husky could return to his proper owner and perhaps had a well-needed bath... Slowly, Hao began heading towards the nearest garbage can, hoping to throw away his trash. As Hao moved towards the trash bin, the canine trotted behind, following as the dark-haired man requested. The husky proceeded to display the body language the guardian was familiar with because of the dog's playful attitude.
The friendly creature desired pets, love and affection, a common wish of domestic animals. A soft sigh escaped Hao's mouth, the bespectacled man approaching the garbage can and throwing out the paper bag. Afterwards, he hesitantly brought his hand to the husky head to provide a small pet to the top of his head, something simple. The dark-haired man's hands were already filthy, thus he decided to give the mysterious dog some affection. Once the pets were provided, Hao slowly pulled his hand away before taking a quick, cautious sip of tea.
Stress was discovered on this day which was supposed to be pleasant and muse-inspiring, however, Hao instead found himself wrapped in a questionable situation.
Somehow, Hao managed to shove the large, husky away from him, however, souvenirs were left from the large, filthy beast. Speckles of dirt littered the dark-haired man's clothing from traces left by filth-covered paws to clumps which fell loose from the husky's thick pelt. The dampness of the creature's pelt resulted in a mixture of dirt and fur sticking to the guardian's hands. An annoyed growl rumbled from Hao's throat, the dark-haired man clearly annoyed that the unwashed dog decided to sully his clothing.
Rounds of laundry would be accomplished during the evening accompanied by stain remover in hopes of salvaging the pieces he enjoyed wearing most. Unfortunately, an effort would be required to diminish Hao's annoyance with the animal, especially since huskies were hardly lap-dogs! The writer kept his hands in the air, a groan escaping his lips as he rumbled through the paper bag, searching for napkins to clean the dirt instead of soiling his clothing more. A white napkin was plucked from the bottom of the bag, slightly crumb covered because of throwing his muffin wrapper into the same bag.
Moments later the filthy husky began barking complaints, the bespectacled man glancing over and glaring at the dog. No answer was provided as Hao wiped his hands with the napkin, managing to get a portion of the dirt and hairs off. Roughly, the papery material was rubbed against his filthy hands, picking up pieces of dirt and hair, however, napkins were hardly a proper cleaning tool. Once somewhat satisfied, Hao rolled his eyes and provided his hands with a disgusted grimace. Dirt was still smeared across Hao's pale palms which bothered him greatly.
The author was a tidy man, somebody who assured his workspace was tidy whenever possible to assure. While he was definitely no stranger to become dirty, he nonetheless preferred to avoid those situations when permitted. When the dog laid down and barked, Hao's attention returned to him.
"You better behave yourself," Hao stated sternly, subtle anger to his voice.
Slowly, the guardian rose from the bench with the knowledge his hands would not get any cleaner. The paper bag was grabbed before Hao carefully grasped his tea. The cup itself was grabbed, Hao determined to never allow his freshly dirtied hands to touch the lid; he was required to sip from there... Behind him, the dog whimpered, resulting in the guardian glancing over his shoulder.
"Now come on," Hao grumbled.
While the husky caused him trouble already, the bespectacled man was still determined to seek the owner. Somebody needed to help the filthy canine find his way home. The task would be difficult, but the author wanted to make an effort for the friendly creature.
Assisting the filthy husky was something Hao was accomplished for the assumed owners of the friendly beast. The dog appeared completely fine with approaching strangers, therefore, the logical conclusion for the esteemed author was that somewhere he had people who loved and cared for him. Somewhere amidst the lack of expression was a sense of benevolence, thus despite the animal's reprehensible behaviours, Hao was willing to assist the loud, impatient creature. Alas, it did not cease wishes that the owner was nearby or easy to find.
The tossed piece of muffin softly landed onto the grass, the mangy dog promptly scuttling to retrieve his piece of food. Meanwhile, a soft sigh escaped Hao's lips as he brought the other half to his lips, taking a small bite from his breakfast. Sweet blueberries accompanied by the freshly cooked dough filled his mouth. Moments later the chai tea was ferried to the guardian's lips, a sip being taken which allowed the cinnamon to dance across his taste buds, smoothly taking over the entirety of his mouth and washing down the initial bite of muffin.
Another bite was taken from the muffin, Hao enjoying the muffin he purchased, even though he was forced into sharing with a starving dog. Mere seconds later, the filthy husky returned, tail happily wagging because of the food he received. The distance was maintained, the peculiar creature realizing that Hao wished for some comfortable distance. The dark-haired man consumed more of his blueberry muffin, each pleasant bite enjoyed while the dog joyfully wagged his tail. Following the owner remark, the canine slowly approached him again.
The man's bespectacled eyes glanced at the husky, watching him approach until once again reaching the bench and his feet. Pets were desired, thus the dog nudged his legs, demanding some kind of attention. Slowly, Hao's eyes locked onto the animal, noticing the dirt captured in the creature's thick fur. The tidy author flinched from observing the many dirt patches in the dog's coat. Breakfast was still being devoured, thus Hao preferred to avoid petting the filthy dog until he finished his muffin.
"You will have to wait, I can't get my hands dirty right now," Hao explained quietly.
The writer continued eating his muffin, soon finishing the delicious treat. The wrapper was folded before being slipped into the original paper bag. Afterwards, Hao reached for his chai tea, taking a sip and reaching to place it onto the bench. Alas, before Hao could rise from the bench, the husky began attempting to climb onto his lap. A glare crossed Hao's eyes as he released a shout of surprise. Without hesitation, Hao tried to push the dirty canine off before his clothes became absolutely filthy. The last thing the cleanly man desired was for his chosen attire to get covered in filth from unknown locations.
Admittedly, the author was beginning to dislike the dog's energetic behaviour, especially since he preferred calmer animals. While the canine side of his guardian species allowed him to understand dogs, he was never the biggest fan of them.
Quietly, the writer remained stationed on the bench, chestnut-coloured eyes observing the scenery of the park. In the distance, children played, their shouts echoing over the autumn air. From the sidelines of the play structure were parents, conversing while keeping their eyes focused on their children. The war affected everybody, alas, these children played merrily without worry for the lingering threats hidden inside the weaving streets of a dangerous city. A soft sigh escaped Hao's lips as he leaned against the bench's backrest, only aware of the approaching dog when the sounds of pawsteps growing louder.
Moments later, Hao glanced over his shoulder, muffin in hand as he watched a filth-covered husky approach. The ravenette raised a brow, however, thought nothing about the situation. At least... until the dog's snout pushed through the gap in the bench, causing Hao to straighten in surprise. Being among the species of this world capable of shifting, the writer comprehended dogs, alas, he rarely discovered dogs brazen enough to snoop around. The dog's scout nudged his tea and despite the caution in the action, the guardian reached, grasping the top of the disposable, portable cup.
The drink was lifted from the wooden planks of the bench's seating area, Hao displaying a countenance of subtle irritation. Attention was distracted from the muffin, still wrapped and carefully held in the writer's slender, delicate fingers. Eventually, the creature's nose retreated from the gap, leaving Hao to believe the dog would leave his area, but, unfortunately, was proven incorrect. Around the bench, the canine trotted, stationing himself in front of the author. A rumble entered the dog's throat before finally, a loud, playful bark escaped its mouth.
As a guardian, Hao easily deduced the intentions of the bark, alas, he ignored the dog, believing perhaps the husky would lose interest and leave. Considering the canine's friendly nature, he certainly possessed an owner, although... Only moments later did the dog's head nearly went between Hao's legs, resulting in the guardian recoiling, his back pressing up against the bench's backrest. Another loud and playful bark escaped the friendly creature's mouth before he settled in a sitting position and whimpered, pleading for something.
The writer's eyes shifted to the blueberry muffin before returning to the dog. The pelt was filthy, the ravenette guessing the coat to be matted and tangled from being on the streets. For a husky, he appeared scrawnier, proving an improper diet and perhaps a lengthy amount of time spent roaming the frightening streets of Lorsette. Only moments later did whimpers transform to growls, the author stiffening until he noticed a common trick taught by dogs. The actions of a high five, simple, but proving that perhaps the poor dog once retained an owner.
Mere seconds later, the impatient husky batted the bench, however, the attitude did not scare the guardian. Three thousand years of life taught him many things, including the behaviours of dogs. Inside his veins, roaming was access to the ability to transform into an arctic fox. Something different from a dog, however, still contained in the canine family. A soft sigh escaped the ravenette's mouth. Carefully, the disposable cup was placed onto the bench, the paper wrapper unpeeled.
"Listen, you can have some, but we're going to try and find your owner after this, understand?" Hao murmured.
Hands were placed gently on either side of the muffin before Hao cautiously tore a chunk of the baked treat away. The chunk was tossed down into the nearby grass with hopes of manifesting some distance between himself and the filthy dog. Somebody had to be searching for the husky, these dogs were a popular breed, however, finding the owner could prove difficult. The poor creature looked mangy, skinny and covered with filth from the streets. Alas, the husky's behaviour led Hao to assume he was possibly somebody's missing pet.
Thoughts of animal-shifting humans failed to cross Hao's mind in the moment, thus, he remained unaware of the husky's true form; fixation was instead placed on how he would manage to find the dog's owner amidst this Canadian city.
Since his arrival in Lorsette, Hao discovered a slew of positives in city caught in the crossfire of Zeredah's war. Danger lurked around every corner, however, the ancient writer discovered the precious girl he sought for millenniums. A heart-warming moment as he stared, astonished of his fellow guardian and sibling by blood and affection. Mikki was a longed for presence throughout his years, her supportive and somewhat motherly attitude holding strong despite her ancientness. After rekindling their relationship, Hao offered her sister a place to live and was gratified when she agreed.
Finally, everything felt restored, life transitioning positively with the exceptions of pressure from both his parents and adoring fans. They always desired content, the variety in Hao's works only increasing the spread of those wishes. Unfortunately, Hao learned many centuries ago that not everybody could be pleased with his writings and furthermore the pace of their release. Despite his occasional delves into fictitious stories, the ancient guardian was largely a fan of writing historic works, including his life being among those ancient marvels; part of him wondered if age created popularity...
Deadlines were nonexistent, the money Hao received from millenniums of writing easily allowing the guardian to take some leisure in his works, however, the pressure nonetheless existed. Throughout the morning, the writer was fixated, bespectacled eyes narrowed as he attempted to achieve fixation. Fingers were stationed hovering above the keys, the common practices of "where to place your fingers on the keyboard" ignored. Alas, writers' block was a painful disease and thus Hao discovered himself staring at a screen, waiting until breakfast time called his name.
Thus, a museless Hao lifted himself from the seat and left home for the time being. Without the proper thought process to continue his work, the author knew he required a breather accompanied by a pleasant walk to clear his head. The man grabbed his phone and wallet, bringing them along as expected. Quietly, the ravenette exited his home wearing an off-white turtleneck, a navy trench coat and a pair of dress pants; nothing particularly professional as he preferred, however, plenty warm. The walk promptly began upon exiting, the guardian placing his phone and wallet into the trench coat pockets.
Down the sidewalks, the guardian walked, eyes flitting around curiously as he passed other people. There was the occasional widening of surprise, some perhaps recognizing for his fame-manifesting occupation. Merely witnessing the simple action motivated Hao to pick up the pace, his brisk, fast steps carrying him quickly. People were usually nervous attempting to speak to him, thus, the opportunity was grasped to speed walk down the sidewalks. His fans were appreciated, but sometimes could be on the demanding side or downright psycho should he bump into the wrong type...
Eventually, he reached Crescent Moon Cafe where he quickly entered, purchased himself some chai tea along with a blueberry muffin and exited moments later. While breakfast had arrived, Hao found his appetite lower than usual. The blueberry muffin was placed in a small bag as Hao proceeded to the day's destination. Gradually, the weather was shifting to become colder as autumn made way for winter's frigid embrace. There was a fleeting warmth captured in the days counting down to the season of snow and over-sized coats, thus Hao decided this would be the final chances to admire the autumn weather.
His walk proceeded for a while until he discovered the familiar gates of Crow Feather Park, where he promptly entered. Slowly, the guardian stepped down the paths, eyes wandering as he gazed around the park. The trees had lost a majority their leaves, the remaining possessing a brownish colour to their once vibrant, autumn appearance. Piles of fallen leaves littered the park, some being racked up and managed by the city workers. Green grass fought for survival against the autumn chill, but similarly, it was taking on a subtle, brownish complexion.
The bespectacled man would assume the kios were removed from the pond for a frigid, Canadian winter. Everybody was preparing for snow and ice, anybody who lived in the country long enough plenty aware winter would arrive with force. In small steps, Hao walked through the park, his eyes watching the few people around until he finally discovered a secluded bench. Promptly, the ravenette stationed himself on the bench, taking a sip of his chai tea before carefully setting the paper-esk coffee cup beside him. Promptly, the bag containing his muffin was opened and Hao plucked the delectable, blueberry muffin from the bag.
For breakfast, he planned to consume the muffin and admire the scenery of Crow Feather Park in hopes his thoughts would start churning and he could write once more!
For his ethnicity, Hao is only slightly taller than average at a height of 5’6”, however, this makes him seem rather short compared to a majority of citizens in Lorsette. Furthermore, his body leans more to the lankier side for his short height, however, he is evidently unbothered by the notion. There is little muscle to Hao’s frame, resulting in him appearing more slender, however, his physical strength becomes evident because of his guardian status. From an initial glance, he will always appear to be a smaller man compared to other people. His complexion is best described as being more beige because of his Asian descendants. There are currently no scars on Hao’s body which are noticeable, most being rather minor and not particularly frightening. There is a delicateness to his hands, the long fingers being graceful, especially when Hao is holding a writing utensil or typing on a keyboard. During instances where Hao writes with his pens and such which results in some ink on his hands.
Sharpness is evident in Hao’s facial features, especially with his nose and chin. He has higher cheekbones, ultimately making his face rather angular. These lead down to a stiff jawline with a sharp, pointed chin. He has a rather prominent nose which is fairly sharp, most people noticing it initially. Behind a pair of silver, glasses are chestnut-coloured eyes shaped similar to almonds, the lenses of Hao’s glasses making his eyes appear bigger. The glasses have silver frames, these frames holding the bottoms of the lenses, but the tops only have a thin, metal piece holding them in place. The frames are very thin, holding the square lenses with a triangular bottom. Medium-long hair stretches down just past his shoulders, his hair usually is well-tidied. The hair itself is a dark blue colour with slight hints of purple evident in luscious locks of hair. Usually, there are one-two long strands in the front which reach to roughly chin-length. For the most part, Hao’s hair is straight, but it tends to curl near the end.
Professional clothing is preferred when Hao is picking what to wear for attire. This nowadays consists of dress shirts, usually of a white colour, but always solid colouring. Occasionally, he will wear a suit coat, colours consisting of black, dark grey or navy colours. Oftentimes, he wears semi-formal to maintain a comfortable sense of style. Pants tend to be simple dress pants of darker colours. During colder days, he prefers dark coloured trench coats to maintain warmth. A majority of people find that Hao’s focus wanders constantly, the man oftentimes dazing off in the distance as he thinks of future projects.
In guardian form, Hao has 3 pairs of wings which have a white colour to them. His animal form is a arctic fox, his fur transforming into more silver colour, the thick fur easily keeping him warm. There is a slight blueness to his fur because of his natural hair colour. He had an average sized nose, making it not overly noticeable compared to other features on his face.
Guardian Shift -- Intermediate The ability to shift into a canine form with wings. As expected in the Zhao family, Hao is capable of transforming into a fox with 3 pairs of wings. When in this form, Hao is faster than usual, his sleek body capable of moving speedily. It takes time for Hao to transform into his fox form, and during his transformation he is vulnerable to attack. It takes Hao approximately 30 seconds to shift into fox form. The process it slightly painful because of how little he accomplishes the task. If severely injured in this form, his body will revert back into human form.
Wing Manifestation -- Mastered The ability to manifest wings from one’s back, allowing the user to fly. Due to his arch guardian blood, Hao can sprout 3 pairs of wings. These pairs of wings are extremely large as expected of his guardian type. Their colour is a pure white, these large wings displaying his Heaven lineage. Due to these being a useful tool for traveling, Hao trained his wing manifestation to excellence. They can manifest very quickly, taking approximately 20 seconds to appear out of his back. He can fly for long distances at an even pace or move fast using his wings. Naturally, his stamina will not last forever, this depending on speed, Hao can fly for hours. Should his wings get injured, Hao is unable to manifest them until they heal. His wings may disappear if injured severely enough.
Enhanced Speed -- Intermediate The ability to access speed beyond the normal tier, allowing the user to accomplish incredible achievements. As expected of all guardians, Hao is capable of moving extremely fast. Unfortunately, lack of proper training keeps Hao from access all capabilities with his speed. The ability it merely used to complete chores faster. His enhanced speed is used in small spurts, allowing for him to quickly move from location to location. However, this is limited to around his home which is a smaller area. Using this ability long-term can make Hao exhausted and result in soreness in whichever muscles were used.
Enhanced Strength -- Intermediate The ability to access strength beyond the normal tier, allowing the user to accomplish incredible achievements. Mundane reasons for training ability have been Hao’s only motivation to improve his enhanced strength. Housework and jobs which require more muscles have bettered Hao’s strength, jobs regularly getting accomplished before writing. Unfortunate, Hao’s abilities are limited to these mundane tasks. Fighting with his enhanced strength is nearly impossible because of Hao’s inabilities in combat. Power of his strength tends to be a lower tier than a majority of those with enhanced strength, allowing Hao to be overpowered easily.
Naturals: Healing Factor, Enhanced Senses
backstory
Everybody has a beginning, resisting it is futile, especially considering the unconsciousness of our minds upon conception. Unfortunately, nobody can choose where their beginnings will be, but merely how we react to our influences, the people who stimulate emotions on the daily. My beginnings were nothing humble, my family frequently surrounded by silks, golds and other luxurious items. In those days, being born of noble descent was the greatest gift. Health, divine meals and all essentials were granted to those who received the incredible gift, however, these arrived with their own set of downsides. Noble descendants was not mere pampering, several expectations weighing heavily on the shoulders of the children born to these families. Private tutors who marked educational progress, observant parents and constant berating about prim and properness among our peers. However, privilege arrived with challenges to gain validation and acceptance among their family. I will never forget how sought for those desires, how I briefly lost care until discovering a method to receive said desire. Part of me always longed for those fortunes.
Hao Zhao was born approximately 3000 years ago in the city of Xi’an to a family of arch guardians and nobles. They were appraised individuals known for making their fortunes controlling merchant routes and transporting luxurious items. Pride and honour was bestowed upon their family from years of service. His father was a former guard later provided the honour of presiding over merchant routes with the assistance of his mother. In the Zhao family, men were expected to learn the ways of fighting for guard purposes while women merely learned self-defence skills. They were expected to marry the opposite gender and have children to allow the line to continue strong. Hao became the eldest child in their family, thus expectations weighed heavily on him and validation itself becoming a rarity.
Mere infanthood brought forth requirements for suitable tutors and professionals. Education was extensively sought for, tutors being tested for years. Then once Lady Zhao fell pregnant with their second child, requirements grew stricter. Excellence, prestige and perfection were the traits they sought in possible teachers. The Zhao family heads expected their children to bring honour upon their family. Everything they listed for was honour and pride to befall their family as they conquered merchant routes and grew in wealth. Fortune manifested safety, allowing for their peaceful lives to continue in luxury. Nannies were hired to care for their children, especially after Hao’s younger sister Mikki was born and his mother was pregnant again. Tutors were given time to create a marvellous curriculum for these children. They faced firing should their education be anything, but perfect.
Childhood, a time devoted to freedom, exploration and careful development became an endless pursuit for outstanding tutors. Our family’s study transformed into the private teaching chambers my siblings and I grew familiar with. Education was infatuating, bearing those beautiful locks of golden hair and slender features, however, cruel was the curriculum's title. Personal investigations, curiosities and self-learning was thrown from a cliff in favour of restrictions. Our education was stiff, refusing to yield to childhood interests and behaviours. Prim attitudes expected, anything less resulted in punishment from the rulers of our teachings. Tutors would be your initial thought, but in reality our parents received consistent assessments of our education. Expectations from our parents was high without a doubt, but praise was rare. They desired perfection and nothing below that grade.
Throughout his sheltered childhood, Hao became increasingly close to his younger sister, Mikki. Friends were limited to noble snobs, thus the young child searched for companionship in his sister. Strict lessons would damper modes, but time spent alongside his little sister was pleasant. Meanwhile, his younger brother was the coddled baby of their family. The pleasantry naturally reserved for the final child born. Despite the closeness in age between his siblings, Hao grew closest to Mikki, his darling sister manifesting happiness in the young guardian’s life. They were best friends, lending a listening ear to one another’s childhood woes or being an inviting playmate. Together, they explored the best they could in their limited environment. Everything about the world was absolutely stunning and different from the garden walls of their lavish home, thus Hao prayed to the almighty Akari they would explore it together.
Alas, fate was a mysterious individual, especially considering their different teachings. Their parents expected Mikki to transform into a marvellous wife while himself and his younger brother were taught to be husbands, fighters and worthy businessmen. Subjects were mostly math based, however, those moments where they learned language arts were the greatest. Vocabulary expansion was crucial to his parents, but reading those books inspired Hao. Fantasies manifested in his mind, the words transforming into sentences and eventually being scrawled onto parchment at any possible moment. Writing, a calming escape amidst the constant business of life. Everything began revolving around writing, Hao pleading for those lessons, much to his parents’ distaste. The men of the Zhao family were supposed to be brave soldiers, but quiet writers. Refusal fell into deaf ears, the young boy continuing his pursuit and practicing the art.
Ink carving into parchment, black, divinely beautiful in my prideful eyes. Throughout mere childhood, writing was a sanctuary, a relaxation tool until, finally, it transformed into an ambition. Writers existed in numerous forms, but stories enticed, these worlds vividly coloured by words. Broad grins stretched across my face during those evenings after our academic lessons. Supporters were rare, my younger sister Mikki becoming among the few who supported my writing. Validation never crossed my mind, I thought my parents would be expected to provide me acceptance. These were the people meant to warmly embrace you, display endless kindness because of blood relation. Shining faces, supportive and pleasant to be around. Alas, my parents were the colder, strictly profession and merely concerned with their pride.
Time passed, Hao growing older and more addicted to the world of words. The relationship between himself and Mikki bettered, while his younger brother appeared keen on proving himself superior. The notion never bothered Hao, the young man constantly concerning himself with the magnificent world of writing. Tutors attempted to fixate him on family business and improving as a soldier, however, those attempts failed. Progress was reported to his parents, the pair diverging onto him similar to angry hawks. Fighting began immediately, Hao’s parents displaying their displeasure with his decisions, especially when the man stated he desired to become a writer. The occupation was alluring to Hao, the young man aware of the difficulties and risks required to enter the field. Undoubtedly, Hao’s parents were infuriated by the notion, screaming loudly.
The verbal brawl proceeded for hours, an 18-year-old Hao fighting for the rights to his life. Parents were wise, however, he refused to allow his to control the outcome of his future. Desperately, he attempted to make his parents understand his desires, however, each attempt failed drastically. Eventually, those hurtful words which would endlessly haunt Hao escaped their lips.
”GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK! YOU ARE A DISGRACE! I WISH YOU WERE NEVER MY SON!” Those shattering words escaped my father’s mouth while my mother nodded in agreement. I remembered my heart stopped briefly, breath trapped in my lungs. Tears welled, dribbling down my face at their coldness and inability to understand my admiration for writing and desires. Words never escaped my lips when I finally turned away, returning to my chambers. Slowly, I packed, secretly saying my final goodbyes to my family. Those grand doorways with golden paint, wood exquisitely carved for elegance. Hesitantly, I crossed the threshold for the final time, parents and home guards overseeing my miserable departure. Depression suffocated me, unable to accept what occurred.
Days passed, money depleting, forging realization my lavish life vanished in a horrible day. Initially, I thought being kicked out would be the worst day of my life, but it transformed into something crucial. Independence arrived slowly as I gradually learned the rules of working hard. I began working a variety of jobs, my superior education being the only proper parting gift my parents provided. Intellect opened a slew of capabilities, calmness entering my mind once I settled into independence. Motivation arrived, my writing transforming into the fixation. My endless desires to traverse the difficult route for the occupation I fancied finally coming to fruition.
Oddly, being kicked out of their home became among the best occurrences in Hao’s life. Independence taught him plenty, the young man discovering strength and opening his horizons to commoner life. From there, the tales began whirling as he began to write a variety of different stories. A portion were linked to historic events while others were a small collection of tales gathered in a single book. His popularity was insignificant, however, a force slowly growing as he wrote more. Parents are sometimes unable to notice talent, thus Hao proved he comprehended the world of writing. Alas, they searched for proper heirs to their legacy, undoubtedly believing it was the only method to maintain their noble status. Rumours circulated about his family, Hao’s only sources of information being passerby comments. A single heartbreaking remark left their lips one afternoon where he wandered the streets for muse. Mikki Zhao was summoned for her guardian duties. Everything froze for a moment as Hao soaked in the dreadful news.
Concerns about his sister’s health orbited through his mind, her perhaps permanent absence being an upsetting notion. He sulked for days, praying he could discover a method to contact the younger sibling he was most attached to, but nothing came. Discerning her location was impossible, meaning he would never be capable of finding his sister. Peculiar thoughts entered his mind, transforming into determination. His only familial supporter had to be searching for his name, right? Fame, it was something worldspread if somebody accumulated it to immense degrees, and furthermore, his sister could speak their home language. Throughout the evening, Hao began writing, improving his craft and praying the long-shot he desired to take would reconnect him with Mikki.
”Did you hear? Mikki Zhao was summoned for a contract!” Those dreadful words stabbed me through the heart. A guardian’s duties is to protect others through taking contracts, but I worried for my sister’s well-being. Our relationship was strained when my parents kicked me out of the home, but I always prayed to Akari we would reconnect in the future. Homebound I went immediately after listening to the news, sparing a moment to cry and wallow in my loneliness. There were plenty of people around, but something felt empty without my only friend around. She was the sibling I grew closest with, the pleasant individual who followed me throughout our childhood. I spent hours in my melancholic suffering. Unable to fixate on other things as I missed the wonderful sister I spent years growing up beside. Eventually, I stabilized, but remained fragile to words referring to Mikki for days. My only supporter vanished in a single day.
Writing transformed into a daily practice, Hao working hard to write more endearing stories or generally whatever he felt musing for. Ideas were scrapped, reforged or thoroughly created as he kept a pen tightly in his hand. Those days resulted in his popularity skyrocketing as Hao worked harder to gain the fame required to find his sister. He never explained his intention, merely stating it a long-standing dream of his. Years of writing development were passing, popularity growing larger with each passing day. People knew his name, complimented him and validated his actions. Although, popularity arrived with an unexpected surprise. A series of knocks at his door and an invitation to join his parents and brother in the Zhao household. Eyes widened in astonishment, Hao inquiring the carrier of the message if this was the correct address for the prestigious invitation. When he provided a nod, Hao provided thanks before returning inside to observe the message.
They desired their son to return home. Hesitance engaged with uncertainty as I stared at the lavish invitation and my family’s infamous seal. The circumstances of their decision was unknown. All I knew was centuries passed since Mikki disappeared and longer since my parents contacted me. Thoughts were numbed, however, I was enslaved to noble word after being kicked out by my parents. The following morning, I arrived at my childhood home, invitation in hand and prepared to discuss with my parents. Flashes of those final moments where we viciously fought one another entered my mind. I dreaded visiting my parents, fearing similar consequences for my decisions. In a majestic manner, the doors gradually opened, revealing my parents and younger brother. They invited me into a small room, tea being poured and small confections served. Fancy, the type designed for guests they wished to impress, they desired to impress me. The knowledge of my childhood granted me some insight on their intentions, but I was hesitant to indulge.
Throughout our conversation, they emphasized on me being their son. These awkward needs to emphasize brought a strain to the conversation, periods of silence even occurring. Eventually, the visit would close, although, those final words surprised me. “You are welcomed to come home, our son. You proved us wrong, and we wish for forgiveness. You’re an exquisite writer, and we’re proud of you.” Validation from my parents. Acceptance of my craft accompanied by wishes for forgiveness. It was everything I desired, and I hastily granted it. Those were among the best moments in my life. My happiness was secure, alas, I was still searching for Mikki, thus after receiving the thing I searched for, I traveled. Honour was restored through actions and even established by my parents.
As the War of Traitors arrived, Hao continued his travels with caution as he finished the final words of his auto-biography. He wrote about the figureheads in the war alongside the consequences enforced on smaller civilizations. The sides of Heaven and Hell mattered no longer as Hao learned the woes of the people. He learned their languages, cultures and ultimately broadened his comprehension of the world. He wrote throughout the War of Traitors, only ceasing shortly after Volos and Akari were confined to their realms. As languages were learned, Hao’s popularity increased throughout the world. The guardian was still hunting for his younger sister, however, the popularity created interruptions in his world. Time proceeded and Hao was devastated as he was forced to travel through more discreet means to avoid the more crazed individuals who caused more harm than good. Nonetheless, he continued writing which became a tool of validation from his parents. He began developing insomnia as his overbearing parents occasionally wrote meddling letters. Things needed to be accomplished timely, to excellence, they needed to be pleased with him.
As thousands of years passed, the old guardian’s travels made him weary. Wherever he traveled, he searched for Mikki, even fearfully checking graveyards. Technology allowed his popularity to grow, Hao even establishing an e-mail for fan letters and, he prayed, a letter from his beloved little sister. Eventually, Hao settled in Lorsette, Newfoundland where the terror attacks were most frightful. He desired to capture the struggles of the TRS in the area, thus his settling became a long-term stay. Years passed as he remained in Lorsette, praying he would find a communication from his sister. Alas, a single day in public finally allowed Hao to find the person he desperately searched for. In those few moments, the man who long grew cold desired to cry, however, the urge was resisted until they entered the safety of his home. Ever since finding Mikki, Hao has taken the time to catch up and invited her to be a roommate. Thousands of years passed since their separation, thus there was plenty to talk about.
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- Likes: Writing, learning, books, pens, creativity, story writing, calming music, being alone, rain, water sounds, tea, flute music, nature, muses, reading, researching, relaxing, traveling, adventures, life experiences, learning about people (preferably through articles), birds, pondering theories, validation, history - Dislikes: His parents, overly sweet tastes, disruption, failing, bad reviews, clingy fans, invasion of privacy, people being nosy, writer’s block, restlessness, controlling behaviours, expectations, manipulators, pressure, disgrace, having to sleep, being tired - Fears: Failure, not receiving validation, getting summoned, stalkers - Hao tends to fear his more crazed fans who attempt to stalker them. Unfortunately, being a long-standing person in the public eye has resulted in plenty of stalkers. As a result, he practices self-defence and travels through very discreet means. - Years of being unable to get a taste of validation transformed into a craving to Hao, the author fearing he could potentially lose it from his overbearing parents. - There have been incidents where Hao does not sleep because he is immensely focused on his work. This has developed into acute insomnia, but he most fears losing an intense muse spurt. - He has published many works of both fiction and reality. He enjoys recording history and writing stories based on theoretical scenarios. Occasionally, he dabbles into fantasy settings or even horror. He has written an autobiography about his early life which was among his first published works; it is about his search for validation from his family. - Hao is capable of speaking many languages, some being uncertain of how many he can speak. - His soulmate is Ethan Sullivan.
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☆ NAME chibi magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years
☆ TIMEZONE central
☆ GENDER female
☆ AGE twenty
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☆ FACE CLAIM D. GRAY-MAN, Komui Lee
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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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