Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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“A friend.” Her words were meant to console. Desmond stared down at his hands, now covered by hers. Warmer than his flesh could ever be. His gaze lulled, seemingly pacified if only for the barest of moments. “I’m your friend.” [break][break] Long sleeves knitted in a laced flower design framed the soft and milky complexion, and as Desmond drew his gaze upward he was met with the familiar sight of ginger hair and blue eyes. “...Chou…,” The name whispered from his mouth. Reality glitched and he abruptly returned, having been momentarily lost to the illusion. He appeared perplexed but not wholly aware of what had transpired. [break][break] A knock to the frame of the door alerted them of the golem’s presence, the lithe figure of the man standing in the doorway. “Your free time has ended,” The red-eyed male intoned, gaze flickering between the two, his face impassive, but still holding a clarity that Desmond had yet to be able to obtain.
Desmond hesitated and drew his gaze down to his hand, his pale features twisting with the confusion and foreboding gnawing within his being. The woman stood from the bed to reach for him, her hands coming into contact with his bruised and battered shoulders. Straining under the weight, he calmed, and turned his hard gaze down to her. “I’m going to help you. I will help you.” [break][break] The sight of her was noticeably different than the girl she often became in the illusions. His eyes turned to the confinement around them and the common room beyond. The Assembly of Phantoms. The Black Plague. He looked down to his hand and the stain of blue ink; the same serum that they had injected into him. [break][break] “Who are you?” He asked her again, turning his head to look to her. The reality that he had asked her numerous times already escaped him, phrasing the question as though it were the first time he had felt the pressure to ask.
His gaze bore down into her, but his eyes and expression reflected the wealth of exhaustion the lurked within his withered form. She did not answer him and instead covered her mouth, shaking her head. Abruptly, her image changed. The entire room shifted into a black void and the female stood before him, eyes glistening with frightful tears, multiple dark arms wrapped around her torso as she was dragged beneath the blue flowers at her feet. [break][break] Pain seized within his chest, a strangled noise lodging itself within his throat. Instinctively, he had reached out. The illusion fritzed and reality returned, his hands harshly gripping the girl’s shoulders before him. He had stood from the bed, fingers biting into her, previously petrified of her sinking through the ground. [break][break] He jerked away from her, eyes gleaming as he searched the floor, heart felt thundering where it was had once been. His hand reflexively moved, attempting to grasp at a weapon that was no longer at his belt.
Desmond continued to stare down at the girl. She lifted the bottle of liquid to her lips to take a drink. “It’s safe.” She held it out but the item was… foreign to him. However, a part of him realized what it was and its purpose. “My species is… human.” Had he been… human at one point in time? Had he drank and eaten? The inner chamber of his stomach felt like a hollow pit, where food had once been, yet centuries had passed while being unutilized for such a purpose. [break][break] “No liquids.” He stated, his voice still hoarse and unused. “No medicine.” [break][break] He stared at her intensely for a prolonged moment. “What is… your connection to me?”
The woman instructed him to sit down upon her bed. He offered little resistance. Although, as he stared out, his gaze strained, as the light above flickered and the walls flashed transparent, images of ripped wallpaper and holes planting itself into his mind before reality resettled. The woman had drawn two pills from a nearby drawer and held them out against the palm of her hand. Desmond glanced down toward them, his gaze becoming hooded as another wave of grave tiredness washed over him. “It’s pain relief. Can you swallow them?” [break][break] His features were heavy with the weight of having to keep himself alive. He reached out, his ghostly pale hand closing hers and pushing it back into her lap; a silent refusal to the pills. “... Who… are you?” He asked, and looked to her again.
The woman immediately drew the curtains closed, blocking out the sunlight. “I’m so sorry.” Her words felt haunting, a distant memory distorting their echo within his mind. He didn’t understand who she was, but at the current time the mild burn that marred his forearm took his full attention. With knitted brows he stared at the limb in clear discontent. His head craned upward a moment later, to look to the central light that hung from the ceiling. A flash of a memory came to him; the light blinding and burning his skin. [break][break] His steely gaze roamed downward and to the woman when she placed a bandage over his arm. She seemed to believe it was the light that had seared his skin, but the memories he held were of the light which poured in from the ceiling. More… hallucinations… madness. His vision was glitching further, distortions filtering in. The bed, a midnight blue, stretched out far beyond its limits as though to… signify… something. He grunted and closed his eyes as the pain in his head intensified. [break][break] “Do you know what species you are?” [break][break] Desmond tiredly opened his eyes to stare down at her blankly. His mind throbbed, his energy weakened. “... Experiment…?” He carefully repeated the words he had heard the scientists refer to him as.
A female approached. Desmond brought his gaze to her and witnessed the recognition within her eyes. He was ill, bruised, and battered. Half of his head engulfed in a splitting headache. He watched in silence as she spoke to him and he could see a swirl of blue mixing with the predominant lilac of her eyes. “Can you come into my room again?” She insisted they had met before and in a distorted flash he swore he glimpsed another person standing in her stead. The drastic change of image, however quick, stiffened his features. [break][break] When she turned to lead, he followed her back toward the room. Dark brows knit together as he paused before her doorway, taking in the beige colored walls and white trim, and he could feel the solid beat of his heart intensify. Slowly, he stepped through the threshold, peering up toward the ceiling, eyes wide in apprehension from bits and pieces of jumbled memories. He swallowed against the dryness in his throat. [break][break] However, the lone window in her bedroom bathed half the floor in the light of the day. He didn’t think to avoid it as he stepped in. The light immediately set over his skin, blistering it and causing him to stumble backward, a harsh hiss seized from his throat.
“Remarkable.” The man behind the monitor remarked with clear astonishment while he adjusted the spectacles on the bridge of his nose and read over the figures a third time. “This is simply remarkable. Such progress!” [break][break] Desmond stared lifelessly out at the white lab room that had taken a somewhat solid shape and form for the past week. The scientists animatedly spoke amongst themselves over the progress and hurdles they had managed to jump through over the past month of heavy experimentation. [break][break] “That man is certainly a genius. The association doesn’t give him the credit or acknowledgement he truly deserves.” The older male from behind the monitor brought a hand through his short and unkempt black hair. His haphazard appearance and deep bags under his eyes revealed just how many tireless hours he had worked on this project. “We’re making history.” [break][break] Desmond inhaled a slow and careful breath. He found their conversation difficult to follow. Half of his mind suffered from a head-splitting pain and a red and blue cloud of haze continually moved along his vision. In the last week he had gathered enough information to understand that he was imprisoned within the Assembly of Phantom’s Headquarters. [break][break] There was a lot that escaped him. A lot that didn’t make sense. Like holes in his mind that could no longer function. The scientists referred to him as an experiment, a flawed design, and prototype. He found almost all of his memories gone and he was suffering from massive illusions, hallucinations, and just an overall inability to… function. [break][break] The doors opened and a man he was becoming acquaintanced with stepped into the room. Dressed in all black, his all white hair stood out as contrast along with his pale skin. The scientists referred to him as a Golem, made by a man known only as the Black Plague; a man who had also, apparently, created him. [break][break] “Bring the results to your master. It’s a masterpiece,” The oldest and most experienced of the three spoke jovially as he handed the golem a folder and then filed out of the room with his colleagues. [break][break] The golem stepped forward and pressed the release mechanism, watching with a deadpan expression as the rods which held him down unlatched through the airlock. The weight of Desmond’s body nearly folded in on itself as he slid from the table and planted his feet to the floor, but he straightened and held himself upright. [break][break] “You are free to explore the premises.” The golem entoned and then moved to brush passed him as he exited the lab room. Desmond hunched forward and a bubble lodged itself within his throat, throwing him into a sudden and violet fit of coughs. He vomited a handful of neon blue liquid, hand shaking as he stared down at the ink staining his hand. A sort of doom settled into his being, one of an imminent and lurking death. [break][break] --- [break][break] The first room upon his exit of the experimental quarters was what appeared to be some great common room. His steely silver eyes surveyed the area, straining underneath lights of the fortress. Sunlight poured in from the windows, signalling daylight hours. Desmond’s body burned and ached at every inch. A foreboding sort of aura lingered over him, as though he had once been apart of this area. Black vine-like structures had begun to encroach and cover the ceiling, a sign of his madness… ever looming.
The purple ink turned crimson while the distorted figure of the girl began to weep by the bedside. Blood coated the walls and pooled across the floor and the light began to flicker overhead as he contaminated everything with his presence. “Sorry,” She wept, blue eyes shimmering as the first feature to become whole to him. The rest of her body followed, hands clasped at her chest, the skirts of her dress fanning out against the wildflowers which bloomed around her. [break][break] His features strained, brows knitting together as he tried to reach for her. His fingers met air, although his bare arm brushed against the solid form of something that didn’t exist. A dull voice appeared to echo from a different plane, an alternate existence. Submerged and entirely indistinguishable. [break][break] --- [break][break] A man dressed in all black entered Osheen’s bedroom. White hair framed his face, red eyes listlessly boring upon the image of the girl bandaging the experiment. He stepped forward, shoes clicking against the hardwood flooring and reached for the man’s arm. Without a word he hauled him to his feet. [break][break] --- [break][break] Reality distorted and glitched, the world beginning to bleed away until the white hair, placid face, and red eyes of a man stood before him. Yet, even then, his world attempted to morph, to careen off its axis as colors and patterns slashed across his sight. [break][break] “... What …,” He muttered but seemed incapable of finishing his sentence. [break][break] His head began to spin, nausea filling his stomach, as he teetered between the thin veil of reality and hallucination.
Death had already taken him. What madness was this? The bed was a deep midnight blue, the ceiling light overhead blazing like the sun. It burned blisters into his skin. White encompassed everything in a blinding, unpleasant, light. The woman spoke to him, her words coming to him and then not. His expression was blank, with the exception of a deep tiredness etched into every detail of his face. [break][break] Her hands were blurred and filled with static. She didn’t feel or appear real, despite his ability to feel her touch. His hand, palm upward, lightly twitched. Then, his withered muscles, under her touch. His gaze returned to the doorway to see the black abyss that had filled the void beyond the bedroom. Lilac hues bled down the one beige walls, pooling to the floor in thick, oozing, ink.
As the woman approached the room continued to flash as lightning lit the sky repeatedly, illuminating her each step of the way. Desmond strained underneath the weight of it all as the tide continued to crash around his thick leather boots. What was this nightmare? The thought carved a path into his mind even in despite of the pain. When he exhaled, fog wafted from his mouth and into the suddenly frigid air. The hairs on his arms began to stand on end. [break][break] Smaller than him, she shifted into the image of a child before flickering back into reality. He could barely make out her features amongst the fog and haze that took up most of his vision, alongside the blinding light and throbbing pain of his skull. [break][break] Her voice echoed off the walls and an onslaught of waves crashed into the wall beside them, swallowing her voice with it. It became distorted, but he looked to the room in the distance, haloed in the light. [break][break] “... I will.” He spoke slowly, his voice dry and harsh. Her hand was blind to him, her figure distorted and illusioned as he swayed from the wall and began to trudge through the thick water to her bedroom.
Black waves pooled through the common room as lightning pierced the darkness that encroached upon the ceiling overhead. Blurred figures moved amongst him, shimmering and distorted, like black etched markings. Ghostly pale features bore ahead, eyes strained and sunken with the insanity lurking behind their steely depths. Ahead, a room stood amongst the others in a brilliant beige, the sun’s rays glinting against the white side panelings. [break][break] Within, she stood. A mirage. A lie. A miracle. Desmond physically swayed, his shoulder hitting the wall of the common room, catching him as support. One pale hand lifted to his head as he went blind in one eye, his mind burning. An inferno. Searing away his flesh. A harsh grunt escaped his dry and cracked lips as the pain twisted and corded its way down his chest.
Desmond strained under the pressure of sanity. A haze stretched and glimmered mid-air, the furniture in the lab technician’s room rippling. Consciousness barely remained, hanging like a thread slowly unwinding at its ends. The Black Plague stood a half-dozen feet from his imprisonment, gray face dead and boring straight through his withered form. A dark shadow encompassed the reaper, its reaches rising toward the ceiling above. [break][break] “Look at what I’ve brought you.” His sickening, guttural, voice instilled rage into his form and impacted him like a fist to his gut. But, beyond him he could make out the shimmering glimpses of a woman as her knees buckled underneath her and she collapsed to the ground. Reality distorted, glitched, hair gently falling in ginger hues, framing a face wrought with tears. [break][break] Desmond narrowed his eyes as a splitting headache began to try and carve a path through his skull. The deathbringer motioned for the scientist to the right to slowly bring the electricity levels down. “What do you recall?” He questioned him, but Desmond’s chest was on fire, his harsh breaths beginning to fill the void. [break][break] “Let her go,” His voice was low and guttural from its lack of usage. A monster lurking in the depths of insanity. The room glitched again, and the florescent bulb began to glow an ominous red. [break][break] --- [break][break] The Black Plague chuckled a deep and cruel laugh. The soldier had regained his composure from the unexpected attack and with a lifelessness that outmatched the reaper, reached down to grasp the girl’s arm and haul her back to her feet. Slowly, he closed the distance between them and the man strapped to the patient table. His markings had all but receded, nothing more than the faintest of a glow. [break][break] The nameless soldier closed his eyes and concentrated, opening a channel and invading the human’s mind. Her consciousness and very being, swept aside as the golem took her place. “Please, Yasumi, listen to these men.” The words fell from her lips, a strange and foreign language from a small country long wiped clean from the map. “I’m scared that they’re going to hurt me. L-Like they’ve hurt the others.” [break][break] --- [break][break] A life… forgotten. A life swallowed by the sea. Desmond stared, wide eyed and fixated. Opposite of him, with hair flowing freely down her shoulders and back, swaying in the gentle breeze, hands clasped to her breast, Chou begged him for the mercy of her life. The gift of her life. He stared at her, unblinking, color draining from his frame, heart beating where it once had been. [break][break] Death. Murder. Voices began to consume him. Screaming. The clashing of metal. Flames, pillar of flames. Her scream pierced the scorching night’s air. Except now, it reverberated within the confinement of these four walls. Desmond snapped back into reality to find her screaming, fighting, and reaching for him to save her as they forcefully dragged her from the room. [break][break] “Chou!” He raged, gaze alight with the fright she had instilled within him. The Black Plague slammed the metal door shut and turned to face him, features twisted in a sort of sick delight.
By the patient strapped to the table, a disfigured and abnormally tall man stood. He did not seem to fit the hues of color around him; painted into the world in shades of gray. Two long cracks slashed across the man’s features, a split in his otherwise porcelain face. It remained lifeless yet cruel, and with a sweeping gesture of one arm the female was brought further into the room. Behind her the metal grate of the door echoed like a tomb as it shut. [break][break] A gray hand drew from the billow of black folds to extend toward the medical table beside the patient. Picking up a needle syringe he injected the neon blue liquid into the man’s veins. The scientist to the right activated a remote program which began to send jolts of minor electricity through the man’s body. [break][break] Desmond remained unstable, grunting through the pain, bellowing into the room; completely mad and unseeing. As the experiment’s procedures continued, the phantom soldier remained by the girl’s side, hand digging into her upper arm, keeping her rooted. The numerical figures on the screen flickered and whirled and when they rose above a certain value, the reaper in black injected a second serum before he stepped back to behold his handiwork. Once impassive, he now held a deadly sneer as the man strapped to the patient’s table abruptly snapped into being. [break][break] The quietness that settled into the room was both stifling and eerie. The fear and madness disintegrating into dust. The man’s gaze flickered between the scientists and reaper, seemingly missing the lone female figure altogether. [break][break] “Look at what I’ve brought you.” The reaper’s voice was low and guttural, twisted and mangled like his soul.
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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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