Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
Elongated fluorescent bulbs flickered high atop the backdrop of the decrepit ruins of a room. A door hung lazily from its bottom frame, ready to give at any moment. Darkness prevailed through the holes in the walls, the wallpaper ripped clean from its surface. Rubble littered the ground; a resemblance of what was once white tile flooring. Overhead, the lighting buzzed and crackled, its lone light illuminating him underneath. Belts fastened and trapped his form to a hospital patient table, set up to stand at a vertical angle. A metal tray sat beside him, various tools and scalpels sitting atop, laced in blood. [break][break] His voice bellowed within the confinement of the ruins, hoarse and monstrous. Yet, his mouth remained closed. A fire burned within his skull, splitting it apart. White encompassed half of his vision. A third eye came to him, looking from a projected distance, seeing his withered and lulled state. The fire began to burn against the walls of the building, towers of flames like rising pillars into the sky. [break][break] The markings against his legs burned a bright and illuminated blue, searing through him. Carving his flesh with its insignia. As the light flickered, through the darkness he could see the figure of a female walking beyond the walls of his confinement. Her image flickered in and out of existence, like a ghost, walking amongst the flames.
The pain which seared upward, through his fingertips, and into his wrist was nothing in comparison to the inferno that blazed in his mind. Hot tears accumulated along his lower eyelids, seemingly frozen and crystallized, as the intensity of his silver gaze stared unblinkingly ahead. A tremor moved through his broad form, left arm quaking as the black curse devoured more of his flesh, burning liquid blue sapphire through the cracks. [break][break] “Sir! What’s wrong?!” The female’s voice pierced through the madness and agony that gripped him. Loud and reverberating, though it did not bring pain. His ghostly pale complexion turned to face her, eyes enlarged and haunted, teardrops frozen against his eyelashes. The sea of fear ever rose, waves of inky black washing over her chin, her mouth consumed within. She stared at him, terror stricken, and Desmond’s world began to glitch once more. Reality spiraled and melted together, his world entering through the girl’s piercing blue eyes. He was engulfed in total blackness, until white stars puncturing through the sheet of black. [break][break] “Where does it hurt!?” The feminine voice echoed from a distance. Begging and weeping. “Let me help you!” [break][break] A woman's sob echoed from within the blackness, heart-wrenching. Black and white visions, like projections, flashed in the darkest corners for the merest fraction of seconds; a woman folded in on herself, huddled close to the ground, her body wracked with the wretched agony of total ruin. [break][break] Desmond reached for her, extending his right arm, fingers trembling. But that contact which filled his hand was of someone else. The darkness was sucked away, whizzing passed him in a chaotic vortex, until he was blinded by the light that remained. White encompassed everything, pain searing his eyes, until it ebbed at the edges of his vision, and slowly began to fade. The world became coherent once again, his hand having reached out to grasp onto the female before him. His fingers clutched tight against her delicate wrist, gaze struck in a momentarily paralyzed horror. [break][break] Desmond blinked and came to. A heartbeat passed and his gaze riveted downward. As if her skin had scorched him, he released his hold of her. Air filled his lungs, the breath crisp and smelled deeply of the rain that still showered around them. [break][break] “I…,” He attempted to speak but his voice trailed off to be replaced by the rain. Instead, he stared down at his left hand, palm raised, and remained silent as the rain washed over his pale skin. The glow had dissipated and nothing remained but the black scarring of the curse. His silver gaze returned to the girl, searching over her petite form for a brief moment. “I… apologize for scaring you.” When he spoke, his words came slow, his voice harsh and unused. His steel gaze didn't remain on her long, as he lifted his head to glance around the dark alleyway, his posture rigid and his gaze narrowed with distrust.
Wretched fear oozed from the pores of the female haloed in light, like blood as black as sin. The sky, once dark and shadowed, came alight as lightning sparked across the heavens; a flash of chaos as it billowed through the clouds and rain in a web of veins. The silver of the moon reflected within Desmond’s irises as they watched, unmoving, as the lithe figure of the child crept ever closer. Ever looming. [break][break] The ground became a house for her fears and soon they were swimming in the black liquid. However, light continued to shine through the cracks of her porcelain skin. The blue of her dress became moonlight, shimmering and billowing around her form like waves crashing to the shore. The man’s gaze lulled as his body continued to devour her dreadful emotion. [break][break]
Sickening creature; look to the light.
[break] “Y-You’re soaked… W-Why don’t w-we go somewhere dry?” Her words became distorted in pitch and sound. Desmond’s head craned upward to peer at the sky overhead, to the rain which thickly poured downward to join the pool of fear and sorrow that had risen to wade at his waist. [break][break] What had he…? Pain exploded within his skull, the thought disintegrated. The man’s body lurched forward, pressing to the brick wall, as heat seared and scorched his skin. Between the space of his jackets sleeve and the leather of his gloves an intense blue light glowed over his skin, its mark faintly seen through the soaked fabric of his coat. A low and gruff breath of pain forced its way from his throat as one hand rose to grip tightly at the inferno that had begun to melt his mind. His other arm quaked by his side, fingers stiffening inward onto themselves as the curse of the blue light slowly crept further up the expanse of his arm.
Fear slowly rolled over the glistening cobblestone of the tight alleyway, like a thick smog it consumed the entirety of the floor. Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting his shadowed form, silver eyes gleaming in the moonlight, reflections of the smog moving within the depths of his irises. His broad-framed form visibly stiffened, and in a slow and fluid movement he turned, head craning over his shoulder to gaze down the alleyway where the figure of a lithe girl stood. The fear poured from her and filled the corridor in its sweltering darkness, while he was the reaper to which drew the substance unto himself. [break][break] It filled his body, swarming over the exterior of his clothing as it scaled his form, transforming into a pustulous black ooze to be consumed by his rotting corpse. Desmond’s head rose, his features stiffening into granite as he felt the deep pulsing beat of his black heart. [break][break]
Loathsome creature.
[break] Sustenance, but it could not feed his soul. Reality hitched, distorting, color offsetting, a blackness rising from the lithe female’s shoulders to extend upward, and then half of his vision was engulfed in a blinding white light. He visibly flinched, pushing back against the brick-lain wall, hand outstretched, to balance against the offset. [break][break] “... Leave me…,” His voice cracked, ancient, guttural and unused. [break][break]
Illusions in the night. Gray pillars of billowing smoke; a living nightmare. Desmond closed his eyes and surrendered, life forgotten. “U-um… Sir?” The voice distorted on the rolling waves, becoming feminine, and even in darkness he could not escape. In a burst of brilliant white light, the lithe frame of a female appeared, sunflowers clutched at her breast. [break][break]
Yasumi?
[break] The man’s frozen steel gaze snapped open as waves crashed over a translucent barrier that had been erected to encase his battered and soaked form. Waves pummeled the clear structure and within it he could see the vision of his own reflection. A haunting and sickened image, all life drained from his corpse as he barely clung to life. [break][break] Reality shifted, sanity… returned, if only for the barest of moments. His gaze swept passed the arcing dome, and the ocean’s wrath, to a shadowy figure in the distance. Moonlight poured from the heaven’s and glistened over red-orange hair, and his reality glitched. In the boy’s stead he saw a female, red-orange hair flowing in the moonlight, crystal blue eyes peering at him with so much… [break][break]
Despair.
[break] Haunted. Desmond sucked in a sharp breath and forced his body to comply as he turned and began to pick himself up from the sandy prison. Like a half dead creature he stumbled and hunched, lanky arms limp, his coat whipping at his legs in the unforgivable torrent. The blue glow that had once encased more than half of his body had dimmed, ultimately returning to the prominent black scarring that it was. [break][break] The sand squelched under each heavy footfall of his slow and impending advance. Around him, tendrils of insanity remained, the ocean glowing an iridescent blue, like the stars still reflected in the child’s eyes. The lone silhouette of the child on the beach’s shore, hands raised, palms outstretched, as he held the tide at bay.
Noises echoed, like whispers on the wind. They came to him in the night, swirling around his crumbled form, tender tendrils of motion brushing against his aching flesh. The stars rained down, shimmering and twinkling reflections of light while a thick and ominous smog began to inch its way across the shoreline. [break][break]
Encroaching.
[break] Emotion shone within the dark depths of his silver gaze, stars raining down within their reflection. A world of madness. Footsteps approached, like a memory long forgotten, his gaze following the length of smooth alabastar limbs. The world glitched and distorted, while the black smog ever neared, accelerating , abruptly billowing upward as though caught in an updraft. The stars blasted away in an invisible gust of breath. [break][break] Silver met the deepest depths of blue, where the stars had escaped to shine and twinkle. A pathetic groan wheezed from his lungs, parting from his lips. His chest heaved and then shuddered on a breath as he pushed himself to rest on his back, both arms outstretched at his sides as the tide rolled over him. The sky continued its gradual rotation overhead while the smog continued to rise, forming giant, horrific, pillars.
There was a fire burning through his veins, molten flames that seared his skin as it corded through the length of his legs to the pulsing beat of the oceans waves. A wall of water crashed against his form, folding over his body which lay outstretched against the glistening sand, illuminated a deep shade of blue under the shine of the moon. [break][break] A heartbeat passed, and then another; life grasped him. Steely gray irises flashed under the white moonlight, his eyes opening as he was seized in a horrific fit of coughs. Hands a ghostly pale and as cold as ice curled into the wet sand underneath, strength rippling through his arms as his upper weight was lifted and the ocean’s curse was expelled from his lungs. [break][break] Mother nature was not kind. Harsh waves continued on, battered him, while the fire that burned blue in his veins seared further into his thigh, climbing higher to his naval and setting his fingertips ablaze. Weakness flooded his miserable existence, muscles contracting under the weight, until he fell to the wet sand once again. [break][break] Beyond his gray eyes, illusionary wisps of hazy blue spirits spiraled upward in a spherical dance, encroaching, and the stars that once filled the sky began to fall, raining over his crippled form. The white mist which often plagued him returned, exiting his mouth upon exhale, and before him a shape began to take form; a glimmer of a fox scurrying through the wisps of a forest, dissipating as it took flight.
The sound of rain echoed all around his shrouded form, lightning flashing across the otherwise black and gray sky. The corridor flickered and glitched beyond his steely gray eyes; memories of a distant past. [break]
Madness. Cold. Death.
[break] The cloud of white fog that exited his mouth upon heavy exhale, was it real? What of the chill in his bones, the numb tingling of his body as he trudged down the dark alleyway, one hand outstretched, pale flesh of his palm pressed into the brick lining that made up the wall. Shadows danced in the lightning, flashes of yellow against the red brick, sounds of war reverberating within his skull. [break][break] The stench of blood clung to his broad-shouldered form, a wound oozing at his left side, staining fabric crimson. A man’s gray-shrouded face, contorted and hideous, flashed within the eye of his mind, an inferno burning from both hands, hot and melting, and unleashed unto him. [break][break] Desmond gritted his teeth and hovered against the wall, the rain showering down over his withered form, as he brought a hand forward to grip at his face. What was real? [break][break]
Having an inherent aversion to the sun, Desmond's skin tone is a ghostly pale shade, sometimes appearing more gray-ish within the shadows of the night. His hair is an inky shade of raven black, with a silky and smooth appearance, having grown out passed his waist. It separates in thin wisps, framing a slender and long jaw with sharp masculine angles. He looks to be in his mid to late twenties.
As depicted above in the scar category, Desmond harbors black markings that weave up his lower torso and the bottom half of his abdomen. They can also be seen on the tips of his fingers. The markings continue to slowly consume more of his body and occasionally light up, a glow of blue running through them like a wave.
Personality
POSITIVE TRAITS
Courageous
Intellectual
Disciplined
Independent
Serious
NEGATIVE TRAITS
Distrustful
Cold
Enigmatic
Intense
Unhinged
Abilities
DREAM MANIPULATION - STRONG
Desmond can create, shape, enter and manipulate the dreams of himself and others. He can also sense the dreams or daydreams of others as well as observe them. As he has the ability to create and bestow dreams or nightmares onto others, he can also enable lucid dreaming or trap others within REM.
ILLUSION MANIPULATION - INTERMEDIATE
Desmond can create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Desmond cannot turn illusion into reality or solid mass, making the art more for elusive or defensive purposes.
CURSES - STRONG
Desmond has the ability to inflict curses upon people or items, consuming various amounts of energy dependant on the contents of the curse. From curses that immobilize targets, inflict disease, pain, bad luck, etc. Or curses upon objects to make them a festering ground for ghosts and paranormal activity, or curse a person into becoming a host for possession. Curses are certainly frowned upon and illegal, although working for the Assembly of Phantoms allows for more lethal usage of the art.
NIGHT VISION
Desmond has the ability to see in low light conditions and even total darkness.
FEAR INDUCEMENT
Desmond can evoke and increase fear and horror in others causing the target’s brain to release fear-inducing chemicals. The target’s perception may be altered, causing them to see their environment as ominous and the user as dark and foreboding. Currently, he has no control over the power and it emanates off of him in thick waves.
OTHER ADVANTAGES/DISADVANTAGES
self-sustenance:
The ordinary physical needs of other beings are not necessary for Desmond. His body instead consumes fear energy. He has no need to eat, drink, or sleep.
semi-immortality:
He has the ability to cease his aging process, never having to suffer the ravages of aging.
weak to sunlight:
Like all other Boogeymen, Desmond suffers from an extreme weakness to sunlight and the daylight hours. It has the capability to scorch his skin, also giving him a weakness to fire-based magics, making burns excessively difficult to heal over time.
History
OVERALL
Desmond's true history has all but been forgotten, lost to time and madness. Memories fade and appear like projections come to life before his eyes, merging reality with dream, dream with illusion. They come and go, altered and twisted, diving him deeper into the abyss. Death clings to him like a dense and sticky fog; the mark of it slowly consuming more and more of his ghostly pale flesh.
He is not well. Death stands at his door, the reaper the shadow that stretches long and twisted from either foot. The reaper is also a beast in the Assembly of Phantoms known as the Black Plague, pulling the Marianette lines to a puppet he has plunged into the darkest depths of insanity.
Miscellaneous
OVERALL
Zodiac is Capricorn. Birthstone is Blood Garnet. Desmond has amnesia and cannot remember much about himself or his past. He is also delusional, suffering from deranged illusions and dreams that make it impossible to decipher reality from hallucination.
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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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