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 2022
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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
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just somebody who enjoys a good crime documentary and an early morning coffee. i don't post as much as i use to, sorry.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Their conversation was intriguing, impart because of the possibilities of the blue-haired man’s identity. Curious, brown eyes locked on his mysterious companion. These engaging conversations were rare for Russel because of his lack of social willingness. People who managed to interact with him and earn fixation were a fortunate few who managed to sufficiently pique his interesting, prompting him to stay. The bespectacled man quietly reached up, adjusting the glasses stationed on his face. He settled in his seat, listening to the mysterious man.
Being allow to investigate the emotions and thoughts of an undead species intrigued Russel. Naturally, the brunette wanted to avoid the chilling grasp of death. The confirmation prompted a soft smile to form on the forensic's expression. Hesitance could fester with releasing personal details, however, Russel could always enjoy the calmness of asking and answering questions. While cynicism manifested an over-protective guard, the bespectacled man's willingness to learn and curiosities about the man's identity managed to conquer.
"Interesting," Russel mused.
The pained expression on Atticus' face was worrying, Russel watching him carefully. Only moments later did the blue-haired man stood from his seat, deciding he would leave. The brunette observed him, standing to somewhat follow. Quickly, Russel drank the remainder of his bitter beverage.
"Wait. Can I get your name... please?" Russel asked, trying a friendly smile. "You can have mine. I'm Russel."
He planned on leaving after Atticus, however, he wanted the man's name first. The bespectacled man stood nearby, waiting to receive a name from the man he thought was possibly Amon.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Quietly, Russel sat, listening to his companion speak about his experience as an undead creature. Admittedly, the brunette found himself enjoying the conversation both from his suspicions and the topics rising in their discussions. Undead creatures were fascinating considering they surrendered the basic necessities of the living, with some exceptions. There were species like skinwalkers who broke those characteristics, alas, he believed the man to be a jorogumo. If Russel's suspicions were correct, the man was Amon.
The blue-haired man's experiences with not being required to consume food interested Russel. The bespectacled man discovered fascination in learning and psychology, thus gaining a mere opinion on someone's experiences piqued his curious mind. With a respectful quiet, Russel listened, absorbing every word which left the blue-haired man's lips. A soft 'hmm' escaped Russel's throat upon listening to the first comment made by the man he assumed was Amon. It appeared his suspicions were logical considering Amon was an elite hunter and close friend of Lieutenant Redenbacher.
Elite hunters were usually busy considering they were among the TRS' most powerful fighters. The constant attacks conducted by the Assembly of Phantoms proved their presence was necessary for people to find safety in the bustling city. Similar to all pieces of the Terror Response Syndicate, elite hunters were required to assure the dastards would be defeated without hesitation. Therefore Russel could believe the possibility of this mysterious man being the infamous Amon, the mysterious, masked TRS hunter.
Unknowingly, Russel nodded at the following comment of whether or not the stranger missed eating. The response was automatic when one was gathering new information.
"I see," he responded, voice quiet. "It must be useful at times though. I can only imagine how much I would get done if I didn't need to eat or sleep. But... I am definitely not risking my life to achieve that."
Unfortunately, what Russel would assume was a headache or migraine befell the stranger. A frown graced the seer's lips as he watched the man handle the problem, insisting he was fine. The bespectacled man remained silent, unwilling to push until he gained some definition of closeness to the mysterious man. There was an inquiry about his occupation which prompted Russel's attention to return to the man. Perhaps this was Amon and he recognized his voice?
"Oh, I'm the head forensic of the Terror Response Syndicate here," Russel explained. "I have been there for a while."
The forensic wondered if there was a possibility he would be granted some special information about Amon. If his suspicions were correct, the man stationed across from him was an elite hunter. Thoughts manifested in swirled, Russel wondering if perhaps Amon was using this moment to have regular conversation without being hidden beneath those layers of clothes.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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The simple inquiry related to where the man originated from was a genuine interest for Russel. Throughout his time in the Terror Response Syndicate, Amon never mentioned his location of origin. Based off the man's accent, people alleged he came from somewhere in Scotland, the exact location being unknown. Coincidences were still a possibility, but the brunette still desired information because of the chance. If he was correct, he could be among the few who was aware of Amon's personal information, which was oddly tantalizing.
The notion of being trusted enough to receive the locked up information was flattering to Russel. It inspired his reason to inquire about the man's past out of sheer curiosity. Alas, the answer was unexpected and nothing the bespectacled man accounted for. The mysterious blue-haired man was an enigma of a man. Slowly, he pressed the nose of his glasses, bringing them higher on the bridge. The brunette failed to notice the man's embarrassment over failing to recall the previous location he was from and instead assumed he merely did not wish to inform him.
When the question was turned on him, Russel stiffened from surprise. The bespectacled man lacked a foreign accent, therefore, he did not expect the question to be returned.
"Yes, I have lived here my whole life," Russel explained. "I wouldn't go anywhere else. I have a good job, so."
The end of his sentence was punctuated with a simple shrug. Truthfully, there was only one individual who made Russel briefly consider leaving. His ex-boyfriend resulted in consideration, however, moving would be reckless because of his good job in Lorsette. The bespectacled man was better remaining in Lorsette where his father was and his forensic occupation. Thus he remained, trying to avoid Florence whenever possible. Numbers were blocked, yet, his ex-boyfriend sometimes managed to contact him to harass him.
Calmness crept into Russel's mind when his companion stated he was similar to having a more introverted personality. It suggested an awkwardness on both sides and connected to his theory. Amon was a quiet man, therefore, the statement of being similar could potentially be referencing that. A soft smile touched Russel's face when the man mentioned finding his lack of eating strange.
"Yeah. Do you still eat sometimes then? When you can of course?" The seer questioned out of peer interest of the species group.
People stated undead creatures were supposed to be fear, however, Russel hardly cared for the prejudices of the world. Anybody could be a victim and anybody could be a murderer in his opinion. Perhaps these opinions manifested from his work in forensics. When the man touched his forehead, Russel frowned.
"Are you okay?" The question escaped his lips quietly.
Touching one's forehead tended to be a sign of a headache or migraine, thus it prompted Russel's inquiry. While the brunette could not do anything about the situation, he could take the man somewhere quieter.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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The ulterior motives to discover the mysterious stranger's identity was at the forefront of Russel's mind, however, the forensic refused to rudely remove the blindfold to accomplish those goals. Curiosity was most definitely not considered a crime in Canada, therefore, the brunette maintained his steady bout of suspicions. Alas, retrieving those answers from somebody he suspected to be Amon would not be easy... Nobody knew anything about the mysterious jorogumo, even his TRS identification card was limited on his information.
Files on the well-known elite hunter were secured behind multiple passwords and security questions unlike most members, leaving some to believe he was perhaps an undercover agent for the TRS. It explained the limited information and the unwillingness to publicly display his face, but the man's active duties as a hunter made it difficult to believe. The enigmatic hunter rarely discussed past matters or his personal life, the reason locked inside Amon's mind. The only thing Russel knew about Amon was those cyan-coloured eyes and the hint of a forgotten Scottish accent in his voice.
When the man mentioned the cold, Russel glanced towards the window, nodding before he remembered the blindfold hiding his companion's eyes.
"Yes, it is, but that is Canada," Russel said with a soft sigh. "Are you from around here?"
The brunette returned his eyes to the stranger across from him, another bite of muffin being taken before it was returned to his plate. The coffee lover's hands enclosed around the warm porcelain mug, allowing the warm liquid to heat his fingers. Quietly, he listened to the blue-haired stranger's comments on the business requirement. There was silence from Russel as he struggled to find something to add to the topic. A grimace marked the bespectacled man's face when the stranger asked if he was terrible at coming to the cafe.
"I... I suppose I am," he mumbled with a sigh. "I meant conversation... but it took a lot to come here."
Whenever the pleasantry of a day off arrived on Russel's lap, he locked himself away inside to watch crime documentaries and do household chores. Socializing was difficult after having his heart tortured by his boyfriend's abuse and cheating. Letting people in felt impossible because of the scars that carved his heart and mind, therefore, he kept to himself, refusing to interact with others unless absolutely necessary. The brunette stared into the depths of his coffee, disappointed with his failures at conversation.
Attention returned when the stranger mentioned no longer being required to eat. Hesitantly, Russel lifted his eyes, locking them onto the blindfolded man.
"I could not imagine not eating... it would be weird for me," Russel commented awkwardly.
There was a quietness injected into his tone, a subtle embarrassment. It was difficult to detect, but existed in awkward manner he responded. The realization of his inability to interact effectively with others replayed in his mind, making it difficult for him to proceed.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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The chunk of change given to the waitress was nothing spectacular, but was a little over two dollars, meaning it was plenty to afford a coffee or some treat. As somebody who worked a decent job and lived inside a small apartment, Russel managed to save plenty of money. Thus some meagre coins was not considered much for the brunette, especially in the name of investigation. He was required to discover if this individual was truly Amon or merely somebody who possessed a similar tone and accent to the Terror Response Syndicate's most mysterious member.
Fortunately, the young waitress seemed content with the tip she received and probably gave the pair a nod before leaving the table. The bespectacled man watched her for a few moments as she returned to the back to divide the tip between her fellow workers for that shift. It appeared they would not be complaining about the blue-haired stranger's presence. The man seemed baffled over the actions Russel accomplished without hesitation. The mysterious man inquired about his actions, Russel's eyes slowly meeting his face.
"Well... It seemed like you needed some help. Now sit, it's a little cold. You might as well use the chance to warm up," Russel answered, trying his best to sound reassuring.
Once the man stationed himself back into his original seat, Russel accomplished the same. When settled, he reached for his precious coffee to take a small sip before following with a bite of banana muffin. He listened to the stranger's words, frowning as he swallowed.
"Unfortunately, that is usually the case," he answered quietly. "There are a lot of businesses that need to make sure they stay afloat. So... sometimes it is necessary."
The forensic leaned back slightly in his seat, brown eyes locking onto the blue-haired man. Never had Russel been particularly excellent in the realm of conversation, especially after his boyfriend broke his heart and turned him cynical. It stunted most conversations, making development through topics difficult. A curious, albeit, awkwardly spoken question escaped his lips, allowing Russel to focus on something.
"Not... too often... I'm not really good at this kind of thing. Hell, I'm downright terrible at it," Russel explained awkwardly.
The bespectacled man's hand reached back, scratching the back of his head in reaction to the question. Interacting with others in a non-work setting was immensely difficult for Russel. Communication was never the bespectacled man's strongest suit and it showed in these moments where he talked with the stranger. A soft sigh breathed through the forensic's lips, forlorned because of his inability to successfully speak with another individual. Gaining the answers he wished would be difficult because of his lack of capability with conversation.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Confusion was a swirling force, entering his head and jumbling his thoughts because of the unique trait his companion held. The voice, strikingly similar to the mysterious TRS hunter Amon kept Russel from focusing on the notion of this individual being an entirely different person. Blue hair sprouted from the stranger's head, eyes hidden by a blindfold wrapped around his eyes, hiding their colour and shape. Other facial features were hidden beneath the mask, Russel wishing he could pull the blindfold off; alas, he wished to avoid being rude.
The forensic's eyes observantly glanced over the man, noting anything which could provide hints of his true identity. Part of him wished to believe he was another person while pieces of his mind insisted he was Amon. He struggled to comprehend the identity of the individual across from him. Certainly, he could request a name, however, should this man was Amon, he doubted he would receive an actual name. When the man mentioned the place having a pleasant aesthetic, Russel raised a brow because of the blindfold covering the man's eyes.
"It's quiet and peaceful for sure," Russel responded in a quiet tone.
A small bite was taken of the muffin, the brunette quietly waiting for the stranger to keep talking. After a few moments, one of the waitresses approached, deciding to try and take his companion's order, which he declined. Awkwardness existed between the pair, however, Russel's thoughts fixated onto another thought. Similar to Amon, he stated to not require substance. The striking similarities to the blue-haired stranger and the infamous TRS hunter were striking. The bespectacled man paused for a moment in thought, curiously pondering what would occur shortly.
The forensic required more information to know if these two were connected, which he would respectfully wait for. It was crucial to make a proper hypothesis. When the stranger shifted to move, Russel rose, grabbing his wrist.
"Wait a second," he said softly.
The brunette quickly rummaged through his pocket, grabbing a chunk of change and passing it to the waitress without hesitation.
"Take it. Consider it a tip for letting him stay," Russel said with a soft smile.
He required more information, and the only way he could manage that was positive interaction.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Confusion felt endless in Russel's mind as he stared at the individual with the similar speaking rhythms of Amon, however, no other similarities could be detected. Ironically, the person he spoke to covered his eyes, meanwhile, the outfit Amon wore covered everything with the exception of those cyan hues which peered out from the darkness of his garbs. The bespectacled man was uncertain about the current situation, however, for the time being, he assumed everything was merely a coincidence.
Amon was a TRS hunter shrouded in mystery, somebody who spoke few words and never told stories of his unknown history. People told rumours, but validating those rumours were impossible unless you managed to receive an answer from the man himself. Alas, the resemblance of voices still piqued Russel's interest. He straightened his posture some more, his eyes fixated on the mysterious blindfolded man. The forensic was unaware of the stranger's delicate hearing, surprise blossoming onto Russel's face when he asked if he should move.
"Oh, no, no. It's fine. Feel free to sit," Russel insisted.
Despite the stranger being blindfolded, the bespectacled man gestured to the chair across from him. Quietly, the brunette contemplated a discussion topic, wondering if there was a way to confirm this was merely a coincidence. It was difficult to believe this could potentially be the infamous Amon. Since arriving at the TRS, the hunter never revealed his face, his history or any personal details. It made him difficult to speak to under most circumstances.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Peacefully, Russel remained stationed in his wonderful, little corner, enjoying every second of his black coffee in his lonely corner. Bitterness would fill his mouth, covering his tongue, manifesting warmth in the depth of his mouth. These pleasant sensations prompted a smile on the brunette's face as he enjoyed his lonesome little world. The world around him was mindless chatter, barely heard and ignored as Russel peered through his phone. The seer was planning on reading one of his books, one saved digitally which intrigued him.
The brunette's eyes fixated on the words featured on the device's screen, his ears failing to detect the ringing bell which heralded the arrival of a new face. Gradually, Russel settled into his story, a crime-based tale reporting on an interesting case. For months he wished to read the curiosities of another crime story, thus the brunette decided to feed those desires with another one. Casually, Russel would sip her coffee, enjoying the bitter heaven which covered his mouth, eyes observing the words and studying the story.
As somebody working in forensics, these instances where he could study other cases granted him insight into the minds of criminals. The comprehension of criminal traits was crucial for somebody of his line of work, therefore, he could appreciate the efforts of hard-working authors and crime documentary directors. Footsteps were ignored, somebody inching closer to his lonesome corner until a familiar voice reached the brunette's ears. The bespectacled man stiffened, enhanced memory locating the voice as the infamous Amon, a TRS hunter.
The forensic's eyes left the words, believing he would witness the obscured face of the TRS hunter, however, a different surprised graced his brown eyes. There, a blindfolded man stood, blue hair and fair skin being features of the man's body. Shock filled Russel the longer he stared at the man. This could not be Amon... it was impossible... he stayed carefully hidden throughout his service to the TRS. Hesitation existed before Russel finally spoke again.
"U-uh, sure," Russel awkwardly answered.
Uncertainty filled the brunette the longer he remained station in the adjacent seat. He straightened his posture, awkwardly sitting in his seat while waiting for the man to take his seat. Smoothly, Russel clicked the off button of his phone, the screen turning black as he prepared for a conversation with the individual who reminded him of Amon. The voice was strikingly similar, thus the brunette found difficulty in how to respond.
left alone, trapped in uncertainty. can anyone love me? anybody at all? or am I destined to be alone?
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Socializing was significant in human culture, however, Russel could never be certain of his father's insistence. Heart still mortally wounded from the injustices bestowed upon him at the hands of his worst boyfriend, the brunette believed his father was incorrect... Everything else surfaced to the forefront of Russel's mind before any thoughts of socializing and attempting to make friends. Years ago Florence cheated on him, thus, he worried friends would accomplish similar goals should he allow them. He was guarded, merely deciding to adhere to his father's wishes to state he did.
On a day off forced upon him, the forensic roused from his bed in the late hours of the morning. Gradually, the weather was becoming cold as winter warred to conquer the autumn atmosphere as its domain until spring's beloved arrival. Cold temperatures were welcomed, especially since they provided an excuse for Russel to wear his dark-blue turtleneck. The seer moved hastily, tugging on his turtleneck before changing into a pair of black sweats. The outfit was casual, something he enjoyed on colder days where the negative temperatures attempted to seep into clothes.
Moments later, Russel grabbed his phone, car keys and wallet, shoving both into the depths of his pocket. Admittedly, the seer was forced to obey his father's orders. Yesterday, Russel had depleted his coffee supply and unfortunately forgot to purchase more at the grocery store when the opportunity presented itself. Fortunately, he could head to the grocery store after finishing his coffee at the Crescent Moon Cafe; the location his father suggested. Several goals were orbiting through Russel's mind, purchase his bitter heaven, inform his day he stayed at the cafe for a bit, then finally purchase more coffee grounds before heading home with plans of seclusion.
The brown-haired man headed down the apartment stairs with some haste. There was nothing special about the apartment complex, the usual off-white walls with a subtle tinge of blue surrounded Russel as he hurried downstairs. Purposefully, the seer turned away from the elevator, opting to hustle down the stairs. Fewer people entered those hallways, thus Russel oftentimes found himself more comfortable leaving the complex through the staircase opposed to the convenient elevator. Once downstairs, Russel hurried through the front doors, turning to enter the outside parking lot.
Without hesitation he managed to reach his vehicle, open the door of a small, black car before entering, sitting in the driver's seat. He fished the key from his pocket, promptly pushing it into the ignition, a single turn motivating the car to release a silent roar of life. Gears were shifted in a fluid motion, Russel easily backing out of his parking space before exiting the parking lot. Throughout the drive, Russel remained alert, eyes noticing the people on the streets, some with obvious significant others, which made the man jealous at times.
A soft sigh escaped the brown-haired man's lips, but he shoved those thoughts aside. They were unnecessary, relationships complicated matters and allowed people to notice the vulnerability beneath. Silently, Russel continued his drive to the cafe, mind trained on driving in hopes of avoiding the meddlesome emotions. His alert mind managed to notice Crescent Moon Cafe, the man slowing his vehicle and turning to park in the small parking lot. When his car ceased all movement, the ignition was turned off, keys taken before Russel exited his vehicle.
In a single button click, the doors locked, the car keys being returned to his pocket shortly afterwards. The bespectacled man walked around the corner, entering the building before getting in line. There, he purchased a small cup of black coffee and a banana muffin before turning to face the sets of circular tables and chairs. If he wished to please his father, Russel would be required to sit somewhere. The brunette's eyes scoped the cafe until, finally, his eyes rested on a table in the corner-most area of the cafe.
Quietly, Russel weaved through the tables before reaching the secluded, little paradise. Despite the people inside the cafe, they appeared busy conversing between the other crowds to notice him sitting at the corner table. A smile breached the bespectacled man's face. Father commanded him to social, however, Russel only planned on truly accomplishing the task if somebody spoke to him. For safety reasons, he and his father used a location tracking app, thus Forest would notice his son at the Crescent Moon Cafe, but little would he know Russel only attended to put effort into the request should somebody speak to him first; it seemed fair.
As a surprisingly short man, Russel reaches a meagre height of 5’7” which makes him shorter than most males, but taller than most females. His limbs are for the most part, well-porportioned with his legs being slightly longer than expected, however, this is hardly noticeable. He is light-weight, his body leaning on the thin side with a surprising lack of muscle. Strong is something not associated with Russel at all, although, he does not mind this. A complexion of light brown causes most people to find Russel’s somewhat unique skin interesting and different compared to the strongly Caucasian-based country. There are a few lighter-coloured scars on his body, some on his chest and others on his upper arms from when he lived with his abusive ex-boyfriend. Otherwise, there is nothing particularly special about Russel which catches other people’s attention.
Sharpened angles fill Russel’s face, higher cheekbones leading sharply down to a rounded chin. As a result, he has a face-shape similar to an almond because of his sharper features. His nose is proportionate to his face, ending in a sharp, upturned point. Near-matching his complexion, Russel’s hair is a russet brown, making it darker than his skin. Straight hair leaves his head, cut short and kept tidy because of his preference to maintain a clean appearance. Usually, his hair is well-brushed and is only messy if there is an emergency situation or extremely exhausted. There is a surprising softness to his hair, something unexpected of somebody who fixates more on tidiness opposed to keeping his thick, straight hair soft. Eyes of a similar russet shade hide behind a pair of glasses. The arms are black with frames holding the bottom of his thick lenses. The bottom of these frames was shaped similar to a V with straight lines stretching above these V’s.
Clothing is always different for Russel since he switches between formal and casual quite frequently depending on his mood. He adores wearing dress shirts, finding them pleasantly light and cool. The thinner fabric makes him comfortable, although, as expected he usually wears these formal clothes to work since he primarily works in an office. Despite this, Russel always keeps a pair of field clothes, as expected, alongside a change of casual. There have been times where Russel has changed clothes before leaving works, however, this is usually on excruciatingly warm days. Casual clothes are worn when he is walking around the city, the comfier pieces being better for walking around for a few hours. He prefers wearing t-shirts and shorts during the summer and adores turtleneck sweaters in the winter. Expressions are completely serious under most circumstances and he is known for having a coffee in his hands.
Seance -- Advanced The ability to talk to those who passed through into Purgatory. These communications are done through summoning and these souls can sometimes dangerously interact should the user not be careful. When working in an investigation unit, Russel finds using seances useful for gaining information. Depending on the individual he desires to summon, the seance can be easier or more difficult. The more strong-willed may resist his summoning, resulting in a strenuous mental struggle to force them into their world for the time being. Once summoned, Russel usually only has a maximum of an hour to speak with them before having to send them back. Keeping them summoned in Russel’s situation exhausts him, especially if they are more strong-willed, the more energy will be quickly eaten up. These summon souls can harm Russel, thus he must assure they remain calm or else he could get hurt.
Psychometry -- Mastered The ability to view the past of objects and people via physical contact with the individual. Essentially, Russel can skim through the memories of objects and even people, allowing him to view the entire history of the object. Through his seer abilities, he can fast-forward certain sections, but nonetheless, will be forced to skim through until discovering a section he desires to view. His ability is strongest with objects, mostly because they do not have a consciousness to fight his psychometry. Specially protected objects or people via charms will not allow Russel to view the history remotely. Meanwhile, cursed objects will harm him, causing a great deal of pain the longer he attempts to view the history. If he foolishly keeps going, he has been known to get a nose bleed and pass out. People are where some difficulty comes in since unwilling participants are harder to view the history of. If Russel is incapable of enforcing his will-power over the other person’s strong-willed nature, he is unable to view the individual’s history. When showing these histories, he can show other people by grabbing their hand while focusing his energy on where the psychometry reads. He can only show one other person.
Telepathy -- Intermediate The ability to communicate through thoughts, allowing the user to read and send messages without using electronics or verbal communications. If the user works hard on the ability, it could potentially be used for mind reading. Never having been capable with telepathy, Russel being fortunate to even broadcast messages when needed. Due to his lack of ability, he is unable to read the minds of unwilling participants, making it impossible for him to pry into their secrets. This leaves him limited to communication and nothing really beyond that, however, he can scream inside other people’s minds to stun them. When embarrassed, Russel’s telepathy is prone to suddenly sparking and broadcasting his thoughts without his knowledge.
Telekinesis -- Mastered The ability to move objects or people with one’s mind, allowing the user to even make them float if they wish. Telekinesis is an extremely useful power from Russel’s experiences. He sharpened his reaction time with the ability for those moments when he nearly spills coffee. Years of practiced allowed Russel to fluently move objects or push aside people. Depending on weight, Russel can push things much larger than him, however, he cannot always do this. Heavier objects place mental strain on him. Similarly, adding additional speed to thrown objects can also cause mental strain, carrying items more slowly usually allowing him to smoothly carry them. This can give him horrible migraines if done too often, even reaching lengths of possibly giving Russel a nose bleed and making him pass out. Thus while he is powerful with this ability, he must remain cautious else he risks being vulnerable.
Future Sight -- Beginner The ability to view future events, allowing the user to become privy to future knowledge which can aid them later on. As expected of most seers, Russel is capable of seeing the future, however, he has never been particularly good at it. Future sight in his case is a mere glimpse of a few seconds, usually in close vicinity around him. These few second glimpses do not yield much information since he may hear a few words or merely see a few footsteps. During these tiny visions, Russel is unable to move for those few seconds where he is viewing the future. These glimpses perhaps only being a few minutes before the event itself, or sometimes less. For Russel, future sight cannot be activated on a whim and instead these visions will come as they please.
From a young age, Russel’s mother, Marianna Pallock held dreams of being an actress. She was a magnificent woman with beautiful locks of golden blonde hair. Vanity in her surreal beauty was obvious to most, but she nonetheless received her wishes of stardom on the beginnings of a popular show. In her role, she played hero, filled to the brim with smiles, advice, wisdom and bravery. Both in the fictional and real life she would be given admiration, which was something she adored greatly. Cloaked in those harboured narcissistic thoughts, Marianna grew happy with her career, and eventually met and fell head over heels in love with one of the cameramen. Forest Naulty, a quieter man who enjoyed filmography, but had more humble dreams of hopefully being a father. It was everything the man wanted, although, he would hardly complain about gaining an extremely attractive wife. Thus when the opportunity came, he began dating the infamous Marianna Pallock. After a year of dating, the pair decided to have a child and thus, Russel was conceived.
Pregnancy was never a picnic for Marianna as she learned her occupation disappeared as her belly grew larger. The show she once had was hastily ended because of her growing belly from the pregnancy. As time went on, she began hating the child who grew inside her, mostly because of her jobs disappearing. Constantly, Forest insisted having a child would be wonderful, but she would not listen. The self-minded woman never thought about the care of her child, Forest soon be required to make certain his wife would not drink or anything which would hurt their unborn child. When the nine months of pregnancy finally came to the end, Marianna gave birth to a healthy, baby boy they named Russel. The new father gleefully held his child, later offering him to the mother who refused to hold her new child. It was upsetting to Forest, but he held Russel close and planned on raising him.
As Marianna worked on getting back in shape, she ignored her child, believing her own requirement for her occupation was more important. His father was furious, however, he merely quit his job and decided to be a stay at home father to assure Russel got the care he needed. A deep connection was made between Russel and his father, the boy’s early memories of his mother hardly existing. He was always curious about the woman, the young boy growing and desiring his mother’s attention. When he entered school, he gained the opportunity to witness the mothers of other children and hear about their stories. As a result, Russel acted like an angel, trying to help his mother to gain her blessing, however, she always gave a disinterested thanks before going about her day. Alas, these thanks motivated the child, thus he kept being helpful.
Meanwhile, his father was praying Russel’s good nature would persuade Marianna to come around and become an excellent mother. Thus, Forest supported his hunts for attention from Marianna. Each time she merely walked past her child to head to work with a mere few words to please her boyfriend and child. Unfortunately, Forest felt trapped in the relationship since he required financial support to raise his child alone and he feared to burden his parents. Thus for years, he continued his relationship with Marianna, praying she would come around, but she never did. As a result, Russel was upset about his mother’s absence, but Forest assured the child would develop. The child grew into a sociable kid without any limits to happiness, solely because Forest raised him well. As Russel entered his teen years, Marianna still failed to display any interest in her son and instead focused on herself. Over those years, Forest became a father and a mother to Russel, however, the child still wanted to earn his mother’s favour.
When Russel was 15, his mother had a cold during his winter break, thus he decided to help. He would make her food with the assistance of his father. When requested to fetch his ailing mother some water, a broad smile touched the child’s cheeks as he hastily left the bedroom. He fetched his mother’s favourite cup, a special one from her glory days prior to giving birth to him, filled it with water. He hurried to the bedroom to give his mother the requested beverage, however, in his rush he tripped. Water flew into the bedroom, soaking his mother while the glass smashed into the floor and shattered. Immediately, an angered groan escaped his mother’s mouth as she sat up from her bed, soon glaring daggers at her son. Gradually, Russel picked himself up, gasping over the complete accident, but before he could utter a word his mother turned hateful and spiteful. Bitter words escaped her mouth as her narcissistic mindset displayed itself instantly at that moment.
Marianna held the audacity to refer to her flesh and blood as a useless piece of trash who nearly ruined her career. Tears became evident, but the derogatory remarks proceeded, prompting Forest to enter the room and listen to the commotion. The final words would be the start of separation between Russel’s parents as Marianna screamed abhorrent words. I WISHED I NEVER GAVE BIRTH TO YOU! YOU ALMOST RUINED MY LIFE! As Russel hustled to his feet and sprinted out of the room crying, Forest engaged in a verbal argument with Marianna. The pair fought for mere minutes while Russel returned to his room to cry. For years, he attempted to earn his mother’s favour for her to finally admit the reasons she hated him. Sorrow gripped him as he tightly hugged a pillow, rivers of tears falling to cease because of his failure. When the door opened he tensed until feeling the soft hand of his father touching his arm followed by his comforting words. Slowly, he coaxed his son to calm down, later informing him they would be leaving for his grandparents.
That day, Russel and Forest packed their belongings and left Marianna’s home to live with the parents on Forest’s side, the ones he wished not to burden. As expected of loving parents, they welcomed their son and grandson in with open arms. Unfortunately, the words stated by Russel’s mother were damaging and the young teen’s sense of self-worth and sociability plummetted. Raising him up proved difficult as Russel struggled to pay attention in class for days. Eventually, his father sat down beside him and they talked. It was gradual, feelings-based and Forest worked hard to give Russel the confidence to work harder. They talked for hours, Russel finding his mood becoming better, however, he still found himself less social after the incident. He feared the notion of others harbouring similar feelings about him, thus he became quiet and insecure about himself. Numerous times he attempted to prove his worth by helping others, but it was solely because he feared the razor-sharp blade of nasty criticism. As Russel grew older, he became interested in crime documentaries and later forensic sciences which resulted in him desiring to become enter forensics and crime scene investigation.
Before entering post-secondary, Russel worked for several years to assure his family would not have financial strain should he leave. He entered his post-secondary education at the age of 23 and began working hard to enter the field he desired. Only 3 years into his education did he meet another college student named Florence Ryder. He was undoubtedly attractive, a muscular man with blond hair, striking blue eyes and a charismatic personality. The lovestruck Russel had few relationships in his days, bit Florence impressed him. A mere year after meeting, Russel began dating Florence right after his graduation. Russel was undoubtedly happy dating Florence, their first year together being heaven to the young seer. Once he found a forensics job with the TRS and got into an apartment of his own, Florence moved in with Russel a few months later. From the outside, their relationship appeared remarkable with both parties being happy, after a little over a year of dating, things had secretly turned sour.
The pair began bickering constantly when Russel became 29, most of their arguments being petty things Florence brought up. They had their amazing days, but the sour ones were starting to increase. Alas, Russel stayed throughout it because, in those comments, it started all over again. Self-worth was deteriorating, Florence flaunting the notion of Russel being fortunate to even have a boyfriend. The man he dated held a similar attitude to his mother but had the charisma and persuasion to keep Russel from leaving. Perhaps foolishness claimed him, or the constant thought of things getting better. Oh, how wrong he was in those regards. The abuse became more common in the household, Florence willingly slapping Russel if he even returned criticism. Only minutes later would his boyfriend promise it would never happen again, and each time, Russel believed him. Derogatory comments stated by both his mother and his boyfriend coaxed him into the thought of deserving this from time to time. The fighting continued through, intimate moments becoming fewer or painful with how rough Florence would be, even when kissing Russel. The aggressive attitude his boyfriend exhibited was unpleasant, frequently resulting in the seer shoving him off with telekinesis if needed, but it only resulted in more fighting. Despite his dislikes, Russel remained hushed about the abuse in his home.
Months after Russel turned 30, the final straw arrived. On a balmy summer day, he returned home earlier than expected after his coworkers noticed his lack of proper sleep. Overtime was used as an excuse to avoid his disastrous relationship. He kicked off his shoes and believed Florence was still working. When he weaved down the hallways and turned to enter their bedroom, Russel discovered his boyfriend cheating on him with a woman. Betrayed by somebody who could exchange the occasional I love you despite hitting him and degrading him. Pain washed over him as anger flooded into Russel’s veins and the screaming starting again. Minutes of fighting transformed into the abused man finally standing his ground as he demanded Florence to leave. Once he managed to kick his ex-boyfriend out, the door was locked and the adrenaline from his anger faded. Tears filled his eyes as he sat against the door and began sobbing.
Several times his heart was tortured with the notion of positivity and love reigning, but each time, it was torn out and stomped on. Hours of crying occurred before the landlord heard a report about yelling and came to investigate. He discovered Russel crying, slowly persuading him to calm down before asking what happened. Through choking gasps, Russel explained Florence cheated on him. Once calmed, Russel requested the locks changed and begged the landlord to allow him to place Florence’s items in a box and keep it downstairs. His now ex-boyfriend was a bad memory, an obviously upsetting one, thus the landlord agreed. A few days later, Russel went to have coffee with his father and informed him about what happened with Florence. The pair talked for hours, Forest appalled by the abusive situation his son was in and went lengths to comfort him. Although, Russel was a completely different man after being hurt many times. Self-esteem was murdered after the derogatory comments, finally passing away when Florence cheated on him. He became easily discouraged and surprisingly delicate afterwards. Everything was hidden away beneath a shell of confidence and dedication to his work.
Friendliness disappeared within a few days, Russel becoming a cynic who was unable to trust others. People never knew he was scared and delicate after being the victim to a traitor. The changes in his personality were a defence mechanism. Abrasiveness made people avoid him, similar to his moody attitude. A few relationships were tried, but Russel became possessive and paranoid. He feared similar treatment and being cheated on again, thus the relationships crumbled due to lack of trust. Nowadays, Russel tends to focus more on work rather than finding love because he believes he is unworthy of such a thing. In reality, he continues to fear commitment and the notion of possibly being cheated on again.
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- Likes: Pictures, science, sweets, coffee, caramel, working, winter, crime documentaries, researching, psychology, criminology, hot chocolate, warm blankets, snuggling, reading, quiet places, sounds of flowing water, showering, star gazing, kids, kids movies - Dislikes: Loneliness, liars, cheaters, spicy foods, himself, crying, nose bleeds, his ex, loud noises, migraines, hangovers, fainting, traitors, cigarettes, cinnamon, sunburns, mustard, hot weather, crowds, very populated places - Fears: Betrayal, commitment, trusting others, heartbreak, rejection, authoritative women, spiders - Russel loves taking pictures, however, this hobby simmered down greatly when his ex cheated on him. He even burnt a special photo book he made for them after the break up because he was so upset. - Russel loves coffee, but he usually brews it at home or has someone else get it for him. Thus he hardly leaves the office or home. - He loves watching kids movies since he has always wanted to have children. - Despite his hatred of being alone, Russel fears betrayal more. - Anybody who has managed to date Russel after he broke up with his ex who cheated on him usually breaks up with him quickly due to his trust issues. He was frequently caught going through their phones because he is scared of being cheated on again. - Because of how emotionally and mentally abusive his ex could be, Russel tends to dislike himself. While he will avoid other people seeing his self-loathing, he does struggle to find things he likes about himself. - His ex still bothers him from time to time, usually saying horrible things which only upset him more. - Russel burns more than he tans. He is not sure why, but he hates this fact about himself. - Russel is very ticklish. - Surprisingly, Russel is ambidextrous and does tend to swap hands with certain tasks. He prefers to write with his right hand. - His soulmate is Zaine.
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