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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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.
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Years had passed since Ozias last received the wonderful opportunity to speak with Zahara, the young, neighbour girl he enjoyed hours of his days with. Despite their 5-year age gap, the pair had managed to manifest a relation all those years ago. The proximity between one another's houses allowed for hasty connections and furthermore, easy playtimes. A smile stretched across Ozias as he watched the parade beside the stunning blonde. People were happy, cheering as people happily watched and children had candy thrown their way. Alas, the smile hardly lasted as Zahara confirmed she suffered from some type of memory loss. Those precious years where they played their childhood games and scurried around the yards. The playful teasing from his brother which made his face red with embarrassment right in front of Zahara. All those wonderful memories were gone, Ozias frowning for even those moments when he sheepishly glanced away because of whatever action happened. The seraphim sighed softly, briefly mourning the thought of those childhood days being forgotten. Alas, the fractured memories made Ozias wonder what happened that evening when the TRS arrived at his neighbour's house.
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The frown turned worse when Zahara stated it was alright to be unwanted by her parents. It was an upsetting notion, and something Ozias sympathized with slightly. Throughout his childhood, Ozias was unwanted by his mother, the lady dumping all the responsibilities on his hard-working father. Smiles and giggles from Zahara eventually allowed a weak smile to break through the gloom, however, the grin soon broadened because of the simple nickname 'Bestie'. It was a positive memory, Ozias blushing the first time until he managed to get used to it.
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"I have been alright," Ozias answered.
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Minutes passed as they watched the parade, colours passing down below, those banners fluttering by a subtle breeze. The silence between them was oddly pleasant, the togetherness of being in the same location was a welcomed concept. Briefly, Ozias glanced over at Zahara, a soft smile on his face as he slowly glanced back at the parade. When she asked about her as a child, the dark-haired man offered her an amiable smile.
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"You were a good kid, Zahara. You were nice and fun," Ozias quietly informed.
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Soon, his focus returned to the parade, listening to joyous laughter as people enjoyed themselves on the pleasant summer afternoon. A subtle smile remained on his face as he watched alongside Zahara. A compliment escaped the blonde angel's lips, Ozias grinning as a slight red coloured his cheeks.
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The dark-haired man was over-zealous about discovering his dearest friend from years ago. It felt like millions of years since they last interacted, thus, Ozias was happy. A broad smile remained on his lips, a soft flutter in his heart and a slight redness to his cheeks.
Pulling Zahara closer was an instinctive action, solely because he was worried about her well-being. Throughout the near-fall, Ozias' heart played a nervous tempo, skipping beats as fright flowed heavily through his body. Some citizens could potentially catch her, however, the seraphim could imagine the fear building and causing mental ramifications opposed to physical ones. Fortunately, the speedy capabilities of his species allowed Ozias to rescue the young blonde from falling over the edge of the tall building. A sigh of relief escaped the large man's lips after he whisked Zahara away from the dangerous edge. A soft smile played across his lips when the long-haired woman stated she was alright. Slowly, a calmness returned to Ozias, breathing regulating and everything turning to a calm approach once Zahara was safe again. Only one thing was certain currently, Gabi was going to thoroughly tease him after listening to this story; his little brother would probably enjoy the teasing tools. When the conversation moved onto her name, surprise briefly crossed his brown eyes as the field medic nodded. Was he not supposed to say her name?
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Only moments later did her stunning purple eyes gaze at him before saying his name. The smile broadened, however, before he could nod in confirmation, the blonde began tickling him. Promptly, the large man laughed, arms releasing the angel as he backpedalled a few steps. The innocent smile and thanks were provided with a joke-ish remark which kept Ozias smiling.
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"You don't need to thank me really. It wouldn't be right for me to let you fall," Ozias responded.
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Afterwards, the conversation shifted to her parents, Ozias lifting a brow when Zahara stated she was unable to remember where they were. The seraphim's mind flashed to all those years ago when his sat him down and informed him of the abhorrent news. Never did the field medic became privy to the circumstances of their death until he grew older, however, his father informed him of plenty that day. His closest friend would be moving, there would be a TRS investigation in what remained of the house next door and people lost their lives under that roof. Alas, the traumatic situation appeared forgotten considering Zahara was unaware of what happened to her parents.
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"You... don't remember any of it?" Ozias asked cautiously.
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The dark-haired man wanted to avoid hurting Zahara, whether it was physically, mentally or emotionally, thus he decided to test the boundaries. Slowly, he took steps forward, brown eyes gazing over the edge at the rainbow covered marvel that was the Lorsette Pride Month Parade. Colours consumed the streets, thoroughly coating everything was mostly rainbows, but also other colour combinations to represent different sexualities. The spectacle was enchanting, completely unsuitable for the sombre topic of what happened to Zahara's parents through those tragic years.
[attr="class","tctext"] Everything seemingly slowed as Ozias waited for the long-haired, blonde girl to turn around. Peculiarly, the situation possessed an anxiousness to it, although, the large man suspected it was because years passed since he last interacted with Zahara. Alas, he needed to verify if his suspicions were correct, but every fiber of his being was praying he finally found her again. From his distance, the seraphim could notice the animals around her, promoting an atmosphere of serenity on the rooftop. Chattering people below in the sidewalks were hushed from distance while sunlight wrapped a blanket of warmth around the roof's occupants. Despite this, Ozias' heart began nervously beating as everything went into slow motion, the mysterious woman turning around. Eyes widened when he noticed the woman's face, his heart skipping a beat upon seeing it. Those familiar features framed by those golden locks, although, aged since he last seen her. The woman's face was compared to a mental picture of Zahara, and everything was strikingly familiar. All he needed was a name, the single thing which could clear all doubts from his mind.
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As the woman spoke, Ozias' brown eyes observed for further similarities; even her voice possessed some vague resemblance of the girl he knew years ago. After disturbing her from her view, the woman, perhaps a little startled by his presence, took steps back. Fear sparked instantly as Ozias watched her heels collide with the roof's lip, tipping her off balance with plans of sending her plummeting down to the concrete and asphalt below. Hesitation was nonexistent as Ozias hastily sprinted forward, enhanced speed activating and granting him a quickness unexpected of a man of his weight. A single name escaped his lips, stated automatically because of the physical similarities.
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"Zahara!" The name escaped his lips from the abrupt panic to rescue the blonde before she fell over the ledge.
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The distance was quickly crossed, the field medic's hand reaching out to grab the young girl's wrist before tugging her back to safety. Slowly, the seraphim took a few steps back, maintaining a grip on the woman's wrist to lead her away from the ledge. Fortunately, joining the Terror Response Syndicate provided Ozias with the proper training to fight down fear in favour of action. The tool was undoubtedly useful for situations similar to these circumstances. Despite successfully pulling the blonde back to safety, the dark-haired man's heart pounded anxiously in his chest. If he had failed to grasp her wrist in time, she could have received some horrible injuries. Breathing was increased from concerns of the young girl being injured, but gradually, the field medic's body calmed with the realization of her safety.
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"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, concern evident in dark hazel eyes and across his brow.
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Safety was provided after he assisted the blonde in escaping a nasty fall, however, Ozias' hand remained around her wrist. The contact was unnoticed, coaxed by the abrupt bout of fear from nearly witnessing the young girl topple from these dastardly heights. Thoughts of the possible wounds or potential fatality had crossed the seraphim's mind, but those thoughts were pushed away because of the darkness behind them. Failure to grab her wrist could have resulted in a melancholic scene beneath the enchanting rainbow banners, and nobody required those sorrowful details, especially a city plagued by these stories constantly.
[attr="class","tctext"] Idly, Ozias walked through the crowded streets below, his brown eyes curiously searching the area. People were smiling, chatting, still enjoying themselves while he moved around by his lonesome. Meanwhile, he merely admired the decorations without anybody else to spend time with. He was not bothered, however, he occasionally glanced around, searching for another lonesome individual or a familiar face. Slowly, Ozias proceeded with his wandering, surprised to find nobody else preparing to spectate the parade alone. Although, he was pleased to know nobody else was stuck in a similar predicament. He could easily enjoy the parade by himself, perhaps take some pictures to show his brother and father. Only a few moments later did he manage to hear the sounds of rustling feathers and shadow passing through from an obscure angle, prompting Ozias' gaze elsewhere. His eyes remained fixated on the figure, obscured by sunlight as the individual landed on a nearby rooftop. The seraphim lifted a brow, curiosity evident in his expression as he straightened his back. He observed the rooftop, eyes widening when a familiar young woman walked to the edge, smiling.
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Long blonde hair and a broad smile, those softened facial features all reminded Ozias of her. Memories of a young girl, five years younger, but a pleasant neighbour he spent time with on occasion. Despite their age difference, they enjoyed one another's company. She moved away years ago because of the horrible things her father did, taken into foster care as a fresh orphan. The brown-haired man moved into an alleyway, giving himself room to summon his pair of white wings with an amber glow. He was curious, he needed to know if it was her, if she remembered him. A bright light stretched from his back, shaping into his large wings until they revealed their feathery nature. The wings flapped, feathers stirring as he was slowly carried himself higher, soft feet landing on the building. He paused, glancing away briefly until looking at the young woman.
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"Um... hello?" Ozias said quietly.
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The blonde girl from his memories, Zahara Annsley, was somebody Ozias wanted to reconnect with. They were excellent friends throughout their childhood. Those pleasant years where they spent time together, only for the end to arrive in a horrifying calamity. Some even believed he joined the TRS to combat these people who harmed his closest friend and he supposed it was among one of his reasons. He wanted to help others, including people like Zahara who did not deserve being hurt by the Assembly of Phantoms. Nobody deserved to be hurt by them.
[attr="class","tctext"] Summer was a wondrous month where sunlight shone down in warming rays and the weather was a perfect reflection of those commonly associated traits. Cloudless with a beautifully warm heat, the day was flawless based on observational glances out the kitchen window. Complaints could not be registered by Ozias, however, the large man hardly complained anyways. Warmer days were always comfortable for the seraphim, thus a giddiness graced his steps when he awoke that morning and dressed appropriately for the day. A simple white shirt with a pair of navy blue jeans, nothing particularly special. As usual, an orange bandana wrapped around his head, the longer strands of hair flowing over as always. The morning progressed like all the predecessors, a hot cup of coffee, a healthy breakfast and a smoothly accomplished bed-making. Alas, today would yield different results since the chores were done and he was not required to work. Near Crow Feather Park, there would be a parade show-casing Pride Month and later a gathering in the park where people could enjoy themselves. Thus, the brown-haired seraphim decided he would attend and perhaps explore for the day rather than do the usual.
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These outings were important to maintain positive mental health, providing yet another reason to attend the colourful event. Once everything was in check, Ozias slipped his cellphone into his pocket and grabbed a bottle of room temperature water. Afterwards, he slipped out the door and assured the front door to his apartment was locked. The soft clicks of the locks were a reassuring sign which prompted the seraphim to return the key to his jean pocket and proceed to walk down the hallway. At a placid pace, Ozias exited the apartment building and began heading to the Western portion of Lorsette. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and a smile stretched onto his face while he happily proceeded down the sidewalks. Briefly, he wondered about Gabi and his father, however, he assumed they would perhaps be doing the usual. Pride parades were not mandatory attendance, thus notions of work, home-based or otherwise crossed the seraphim's mind. The thoughts were pondered for a mere moment until Ozias decided he perhaps stop by or text them later; he planned on taking pictures of the colourful festivities after all.
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Gradually, the tone of the walk shifted as Ozias grew closer to the western area and where the pride parade would be hosted. Banners with rainbow colouring hung proudly on the businesses in the area. People with smaller, rainbow flags gleefully waved them around despite the parade not beginning quite yet. Smiles were everywhere as people waited for the main event, discussing their excitement for this year’s colourful floats. Quietly, Ozias wandered through the crowd, grinning broadly as he watched people enjoy themselves. Part of him wished he had company to enjoy the festivities with, especially with how exquisite the day was. These were the moments he felt a tad lonely and wished he contacted his family to join him, but he would manage. Curiously, Ozias’s brown eyes wandered through the scene as he broadly grinned at the incredible display of colour. Rainbows were everywhere, not just limited to hanging banners or highly placed flags. People wore special rainbow costumes with others tying the LGBTQ+ flags around their shoulders to act as capes.
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Everything was splendid, the intense amount of colour concentrated in a single area bringing a welcomed cheery atmosphere. It was something Lorsette required with the war raging between the TRS and the Assembly. These few blissful moments of happiness were enough to maintain Ozias’ smile as he walked. He proceeded to happily admire the decorations as he waited for the zealous shouts which would signal the beginning of the parade.
At a height of 6’1” and a stocky body, Ozias can easily be described as a larger and possibly intimidating fellow. His wide set of shoulders, thick and more muscular than expected. Stout is the best way to describe Ozias, the man having a larger stomach and lacking the conventional definition of handsome for the male body. He is not bothered by his heavyset body, the trait being derived from his father. His skin complexion is a pleasant mahogany colour, something unique amidst the usual fair-skinned population of Lorsette. Scars are something this seraphim has a few of his reckless behaviour at times resulted in many scars covering his body. These scars are a slightly lighter pigment, albeit, still rather unnoticeable. Most people who do notice them only discover them upon close examination. On his back is the tattoo of a lion’s pawprint with several ink markings resembling scratches in a golden colour ( Digital Reference ). The brightness makes it pop from his back.
Undoubtedly, Ozias’ eyes are appealing, being a dark hazel with subtle flecks of a golden tinge. They are wide, usually noted for having a friendliness to them which attracts the attention of others quickly. He has a larger head with a square and wide chin, making his face appear rounder in comparison. Similarly, he has a fairly broad, round nose in the center of his face, however, this matches his heavyset build. The black hair atop his head is longish, mostly for the male standard. Two, straight, long locks droop down from the sides at the front, spilling over an orange bandana he almost always wears. The remainder of his hair is shorter in comparison and about what you would expect for a guy’s length. Commonly on Ozias’ face is a large, friendly smile, making it difficult for some to be intimidated by his larger build.
Clothing is never anything special for Ozias. Frequently, he wears affordable casual wear, anything which works for the day. Offensive t-shirts are the only thing he would avoid, otherwise, if it is a comfortable, casual t-shirt he will usually wear it. similarly, this translates over to pants, making it obvious Ozias is not picky over clothes. He rarely wears formal, only putting those garbs on if its a special occasion. The only unique piece of clothing he frequently wears is his TRS uniform which has no alterations to the garb. Everything on his uniform is kept clean whenever possible, however, this is difficult for the field medic.
Fire Manipulation -- Advanced The ability to control and create fire, allowing the user to attack other people with flames or defend against oncoming attacks. From a combat perspective, Ozias is very limited in the skill department of his fire manipulation. Under most circumstances, he only makes large walls of fire in these situations, only going on the offensive should it be necessary. He is most skillful in the mundane use of his fire manipulation. He enjoys blacksmithing, thus he learned to raise and lower the temperature of flames with ease. He can dexterously control the heating patterns on the metal using his fire manipulation, sometimes even spawning it in his hand to proceed with more delicate makes. Fire creation is his strong suit, thus creating flames and meddling with their temperatures comes easily to him. Water can douse his flames, even going lengths to make it impossible for him to manipulate if thoroughly soaked.
Enhanced Speed -- Advanced The ability to reach speeds beyond that of a regular human. Despite his larger size, Ozias is capable of reaching intense speeds, allowing him to dodge and overwhelm others if he desired. Alas, the combat applications of his enhanced speed are forgotten under most circumstances in favour of rescuing others from terrors. The man’s enhanced speed and large size have allowed him to quickly transport the injured to the locations of medical camps. Stamina is the real issue with Ozias’ enhanced speed, the ability gobbling down energy in large amounts. If used extensively, Ozias can risk fainting from exhaustion. As his stamina goes down, it becomes harder to maintain an intense speed. Should he push himself after this, that is when he potentially risks going unconscious.
Blessing -- Advanced Supportive magic that allows the user to assist who they cast it on, however, the blessing can make some hell species sick. The blessing cannot be placed on the user, only on others. Usually, Ozias will use blessings to assist in the recovery of hunters who may be needed in the field. He can provide the energy, speed, strength, safety and endurance, however, it is nothing above superhuman. Ultimately, his blessings do a limited amount to assist but last for hours. After being blessed, most of his blessing can last for 2-4 hours depending on his own energy. The safety and sympathy blessings are the only ones immune to this and last approximately 5-10 minutes before fading. He enjoys blessing people, including people he knows, are having a bad day and need some positive vibes. He is cautious to avoid casting a blessing on hell species. In order to bless others, Ozias must have physical contact with them.
Healing -- Mastered The ability to fix injuries/illness inflicted on another person, whether it be cuts, broken bones or sicknesses. As a field medic, Ozias had worked endlessly to train these abilities to their best for the purpose of helping others. The power of his magic allows him to help others mend in mere minutes, knitting together bone and flesh or vanquishing germs in a painless manner. These processes have assisted him greatly in becoming a field medic, especially since his mastery helps him use his healing magic for long periods of time. Unlike most healers, Ozias is capable of even clearing tar from lungs and essentially restoring the body to the best condition with age, cursed injuries, deformities and a few other issues being the only barriers. When healing another individual’s wounds, Ozias must remain in close proximity and have his hands hovering over the individual. Afterwards, a green light will emit from his palms and a similar one with resonating in the wounds while they heal. If close contact is broken, the process will cease, but whatever was healed will remain restored.
Under different circumstances, Ozias can also heal himself, however, this process tends to be slower and less flashy. His body takes several minutes to recover from wounds he is attempting to heal, and unlike with healing factors, Ozias is required to focus on each individually wounded area until the area is healed. Breaking concentration could result in faltering and hinder the healing process.
Force Fields - Mastered The ability to manifest shields out of thin air, allowing the user to protect themselves and others. When protecting another individual, this is usual Ozias’ first option. These force fields appear as thin, blue-tinged shields which can be difficult to see. These force fields can defend against magic and physical attacks, allowing Ozias to easily protect himself and others. Size is the variable for durability. Larger shields have less durability while smaller shields are very durable. As they take damage, the shield starts displaying cracks on its surface until they fracture. Focus is required for Ozias to conjure these shields, without it, the shield will crumble and everybody inside will be susceptible to attack.
Wing Manifestation -- Advanced The ability to manifest a pair or perhaps several pairs of wings in order to fly. Similar to all seraphims, Ozias is capable of summoning a pair of white wings which glow a subtle amber. His wings are known for being larger than most, the wingspan usually surprising a majority of people. These large wings can be manifested in approximately 20 seconds, proving to be rather quick despite their size. Sometimes, his wings can be used for defensive purposes, however, their commonly used for flight. Severe damages to his wings can result in Ozias being unable to summon them until they have completed recovered from the injury. “Permanent” injuries will take at least a month to heal unless Ozias heals himself or is healed by another individual.
Naturals: Fire Immunity, Immortality
backstory
Simple glances in their direction suggested his parents were the perfect married couple. They smiled broadly, laughing alongside friends and family. They even went on dates and other outings whenever possible, thus, when Alyssa Abrams declared she was pregnant with Walter’s child, there were cheers and smiles. Alas, tucked behind closed doors was a slew of marital problems related to a dying spark. They believed a child could manifest the needed fire for their happiness, a foolish belief. Throughout pregnancy, Walter proved to be the perfect husband and assured his wife would be the healthy mother she needed to be. Demands were constant, Alyssa Abrams being known for desiring attention almost every second of the day. It frequently stressed Walter, especially since he needed to work to assure they could care for their young, unborn child when they were finally born. Providing all Alyssa’s needs for attention was difficult, but Walter genuinely tried his best to help his wife through these times.
After months of pregnancy, the eldest son of the Abram’s family was born on a humid, August morning. A healthy baby boy in the doctor’s professional opinion, the usual checks and measurements being accomplished. He weighed heavier than most babies, a large child similar to his father. Cradled softly in his mother’s arms while Walter gleefully peeked at their adorable bundle of joy. They spent plenty of time with their child and eventually named him Ozias Abrams, the first child in their little family. After a day spent in the hospital, Alyssa would be taken home with their newborn child. As expected of most newborns, Ozias was a demanding little creature, Walter’s parents even arriving to aid with the young child. The happy grandparents were pleased to assist by caring for young Ozias so the new parents could rest. As the days continued, Alyssa learned where her attention was required to go, which was to her infant son. She despised the fact but nonetheless cared for him to hide her jealousy over Ozias’ constant attention. Whenever Walter was home, the duties would be panned off to him, forcing the worker man to become sleepless some evenings.
The fights began as small bickering, only occurring when Ozias was asleep or spending time with the grandparents on Walter’s side. He despised how his wife would only spend a limited amount of time with Ozias, their arguing always ending with Alyssa leaving the house for a bit. Eventually, Walter gave up the pursuits for making Alyssa a better parent and instead worried about Ozias. Quickly, Ozias developed a close relationship with his father. Needs were provided alongside the endless love and affection required for a young child. As Ozias grew, those child games played with his father amused him. He would laugh frequently and reach for Walter, giggling more when picked up. It was obvious Ozias was attached to his father, the infant quickly preferring his company over his mother’s. Walter’s care shone bright, and it went noticed by Ozias.
Everything was recorded by Walter as he cared for his child, including Ozias’ first steps and even when he first said “Dada”. From a young age, Alyssa felt more like a babysitter instead of a mother to Ozias. When her husband returned home, she would leave the house. She was a disloyal spouse, secretly flirting with other men to gain the attention she craved. She left Walter completely in the dark with her flirting escapades, mostly because he was more concerned over Ozias than the loyalty of Alyssa. Time passed and Ozias grew and Walter became and over-zealous father of an energetic baby boy. However, a surprise arrived when Alyssa suddenly claimed to be pregnant again. He never expected it, but demanded Alyssa learned to be there for their children, which she begrudgingly agreed. Little did Walter know, she was pregnant with another man’s child. For months, Ozias’ mother was merely a shadow he hardly knew, thus the young child was surprised when her mother duties became more serious.
Alas, the damage was done, Ozias always running to his father when injured or scared and hardly treating his mother like a parent. Months passed and Alyssa’s belly grew bigger and her lack of connection with Ozias remained strong. Their relationship was difficult to heal after she began ignoring him whenever possible. At the age of two, Ozias would watch as panic swept through the household and Alyssa was rushed to the hospital because her water broke. That day, his younger brother Gabriel Abrams was welcomed into their family. Curiosity piqued in the child’s eyes when his grandparents escorted him into the room, lifting him high to view his little brother. The young child had gasped, smiling broadly when he saw the baby carefully cradled in his mother’s hands. Softly, his father spoke those special words, “Ozias, this is your little brother, Gabriel, but you can call him Gabi.” Almost instantly, Ozias began adoring his baby brother, a determination igniting inside him to be the greatest big brother he could be. He cared immensely about Gabriel and adored having a little brother. Similarly, Alyssa grew neglectful and Walter became the only person truly deserving of the title Parent.
Throughout the early years of his brother’s life, the energetic 2 year old attempted to help where he could. Soft laughs escaped his father’s lips during those days despite the endless stresses of holding his job and caring for the children. He always had an excellent poker face, the type of man who could grin and bear it. The family felt like one of three instead of four because of Alyssa’s lack of involvement. Life continued, each adjusting to their situation and growing attached to one another. Throughout those months, Ozias and Gabi growing closer to one another and eventually becoming closer as brothers. Constantly, Walter appeared to assist them, taking them out for walks and playgrounds so the boys could enjoy themselves. Undoubtedly, he was an excellent father, caring for his children whenever possible and ensuring they received the optimal attention. Alas, at fifteen those positive emotions were hushed when the TRS came rushing to their neighbours house. Allegedly, the father was creating weapons for the Assembly and slaughtered his family, Ozias’ friend, Zahara, being the only survivor. He wanted to see her, but she was taken away from the house. He never knew where Zahara went and while he feared what happened in that house, he missed his friend.
The brothers grew up close to their dad, those days spent playing games and Ozi comforting Gabi as they attended school. Friends were made, one being a younger neighbour girl who frequently stole Ozias’ attention, almost as though a connection existed upon meeting. Alas, their family structure was crumblings as their parents began fighting more and when Ozias was 16 things turned sour. Their parents entered a large argument, the young teen surprised to see his parents displaying these behaviours, but pots were boiling over. At the climax of their argument, a bombshell landed as Ozias’ mother admitted to cheating and Gabi having a different father. They were half-brothers, something which Ozias never expected, however, he fretted over losing his brother. Shock filled the air as Ozias and Walter went motionless, meanwhile, Alyssa grabbed the hand of a son she never cared for. She began dragging Gabi away, Ozias finally snapping out of it when he called for their father. Blood or lack thereof, Ozias considered Gabi his brother, entirely, thus he tugged on Walter’s arm.
In a quiet voice he stated, “We can’t let her take Gabi… she won’t take care of him.” The words were whimpered from his mouth, the young seraphim frightened he would never see his brother again. Those words prompted Walter to act, the father’s face turning stern as he marched outside and told Gabi he could return inside. From the kitchen window, Ozias watched, praying his brother would return to them. He watched his father severe the grip between Gabi and Alyssa, the argument between husband and wife proceeding. Fixation was no longer on the events inside because the minute Gabi returned inside, Ozias rushed to hug his brother, refusing to allow their mother to take him. Through those many years, they grew extremely close to one another, and those bridges would not be burned on this unfortunate evening. Brothers, blood was unable to change a single word placed upon a grand pedestal because of their connection as siblings. When there father returned inside, Ozias thought the war was won, however, divorce papers and custody battles marked their future. Being 16, Ozias found himself safely placed in his father’s custody as he would desire, but Gabi was a different and more complex story.
Immediately after being kicked out of the Abram’s home, Alyssa ran to the man who impregnated her with Gabi. The fight for custody began with the biological parents desiring to hurt Walter by taking their son back. Each day brought fear that Gabi would be leaving them, something which Ozias and Walter never wanted. Months dragged on, Ozias clinging to his younger brother whenever possible because he feared losing him. Throughout those months, Ozias entered his final grade and would be graduating the following year, uncertain of where he wished to work. Contemplation was constant, Ozias well-aware he wished to remain in Lorsette and help others. One evening when the news was on, he heard about the efforts of the TRS, something he knew about, but never thoroughly listened to until then. There was when the decision was made, thus while his father was dealing with finalizing the divorce and finally ending the custody battle to keep Gabi with them, Ozias quietly approached.
Quickly, Walter noticed his eldest son enter the room, promptly inquiring if something was wrong. Hesitantly, Ozias explained he wished to join the TRS in hopes of becoming a field medic, but required parental permission because of his age. Surprise filled Walter’s features, the pair having a long conversation about the topic since he feared for his son’s safety. It continued for an extended period of time, both discussing the dangers of being in the TRS field medic occupation. Fortunately, their conversation would end in a prideful smile over Ozias’ heroism and the tightest hug provided by his father. He agreed to sign the papers, but informed his son he was required to carry caution alongside him while out on those missions. The following day, they approached the TRS headquarters, filling out papers with Walter’s signature of approval placed on them. In a few days time, Ozias was enrolled in the TRS field medicine program and began carrying out the work he learned to enjoy.
Assisting others brought a smile to the seraphim’s face, especially when he slowly started getting stronger. Powers were taught and strength given to ones Ozias was already familiar with. Those training days passed quickly before he was taken on his first assignment alongside his mentor. During those first missions, Ozias was always shocked at the scene, but promptly recovered until finally his mind was constantly reminding him work needed to be done. Plenty of people began thanking him for his efforts, but a humble Ozias always shifted the gratitude on who he believed to be a more deserving medic. He graduated from the program quickly and became somebody who helped others by assisting with their injuries. It was an occupation he adored, thus he continued to enjoy it. Through those years of growing, Ozias happily worked as a TRS field medic and spent time with his younger brother and father. They were a family, a motherless one because she refused to participate, but they were happier that way. Together with love filling their words and comfortably spending time together. Family was everything after all.
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- Likes: Blacksmithing, healthy foods, whistling, animals, being helpful, healing others, soft music, spending time with his brother, socializing, learning, medicine, camping, swimming, spring, romance movies, books, tea, flowers, nature, hiking, flying, fire, warmth, kids, whistling, lions - Dislikes: Loud noises, winter, rainy days, water, being sick, worrying others, poisons, cursed weapons, curses, rotten food, panic, having low energy, sleeping in, horror movies, exhaustion, his mother, thunderstorms, creepy stories - Fears: Death, severe illness, cursed weapons, water, drowning - Because of his seraphim blood, he hates water and fears drowning. This is mostly due to water making him feel faint. - Due to his healing, Ozias has a horrible tendency of taking hits for his patients to avoid them getting damaged further. - He is known for grinning and bearing it. As a result, people find it difficult to know if Ozias is in pain, especially since he hardly complains. - As a hobby, he enjoys blacksmithing, mostly because he cannot be burned. - He is a marvellous cook, however, he prefers making healthier meals opposed to desserts. He will usually only make desserts if asked or if he knows someone else likes them. - He is excellent at whistling tunes. It is very common to hear him idly whistling while he walks by. - Even though according to blood, him and Gabi are half-brothers, he considers Gabi his full brother and would never tell anyone otherwise. - His soulmate is Zahara Annsley.
roleplayer info
☆ NAME chibi magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years
☆ TIMEZONE central
☆ GENDER female
☆ AGE twenty
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☆ FACE CLAIM VOLTRON, hunk
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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.
