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
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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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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Name borrowing was a peculiar crime, especially for someone like Tyson in Malcolm's opinion. Unfortunately, it made something obvious, his brother still did not wish to return home. Prayers were sent, the blond pleading to the gods for mercy, for Tyson's decisions to alter. A single desire rung through his head, penetrating all other thoughts in favour of fixating on his problems with his bespectacled brother. He needed to catch up, speak with him and finally coax the youngest in the McCavallor family to return home.
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Thus, Malcolm sprinted after his brother, ignoring the purple-haired stranger in favour of trying to persuade his brother to return home. The opportunity presented itself for at least a chance, leaving a determined warlock to follow behind Tyson, hopeful that he could bring him home. Steps were quick, the movements for the sole purpose of attempting to reach his blue-eyed brother. As Malcolm sprinted in pursuit, the edges of his blue coak flowing behind him from the sudden, quick movements. Each step would bring him closer and he hoped he would not lose track of Tyson.
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Questions were not answered as Malcolm followed his brother, refusing to relent as he followed his dishevelled brother. People were ahead of them, Tyson abruptly stopping and calling back to him. A brow raised from the words, however, the stubborn warlock refused to cease. The men called at his brother, each face was a stranger to Malcolm, thus he kept sprinting, reaching to grab Tyson's wrist.
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"Tyson? What's going on?" Malcolm whispered.
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As the eldest sibling, Malcolm placed a hefty responsibility on his shoulders, one related to protecting his younger triplets. Even if he was merely a few minutes older, the red-eyed blond was determined to fulfill his duties as an older sibling. These are the expectations of siblings, the guidelines Malcolm followed were something most expected of the eldest child.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Nervousness feasted on Malcolm as he attempted to devise a plan to persuade the youngest triplet to return home. There was a tremble in his heart, the blond praying he would not push away his dearest brother. The only desire in Malcolm's head was bringing the bespectacled teen home. Mentally, the red-eyed teen was pleading Tyson would agree to return home, even if he was required to persuade him through the night. If there was a bitter cold that heralded frostbite, Malcolm would still be determined to stand and coax him home.
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A pang of happiness flowed through Malcolm when Tyson reciprocated the statement of missing one another. They stood together throughout school, their brotherly bond manifesting a close friendship between them. Thus there was hope he could sway his younger triplet into returning home. He stared at his younger brother, concern evident on his countenance as he glanced over Tyson's dishevelled appearance. The red-eyed triplet desired to haul Tyson home immediately so he could shower, get a fresh change of clothes and some needed rest.
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Before Malcolm could speak further, his red eyes noticed a man with long, purple hair approaching from the corner of the street. The stranger approached, eyes fixating on Tyson as he greeted the bespectacled blond with the name 'Malcolm'. An eyebrow raised as he glanced at his brother before shifting to the stranger. Why did he just refer to Tyson as Malcolm? He never interacted with the purple-haired man. Eventually, the blond's eyes focused on Tyson, listening to the words which caused surprise to flare.
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"What? Tyson... You know better," Malcolm stated quietly. "We should go home... I am worried about you."
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Worry arrived because Tyson felt required to borrow his name, thus he feared the situation. The blond desired to take his brother home, shower him in embraces and finally witness the smiling faces of his parents and sister. Suddenly, the situation changed as Tyson declared he needed to leave and pulled away, escaping the firm grip of Malcolm's fingers. Eyes widened as his brother turned to flee.
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"TYSON, COME BACK!" Malcolm exclaimed.
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Immediately, the blond began running after him, concerns about his brother escalating. He needed to catch Tyson and return him to the safety of their home. The warlock was sprinting behind Tyson, each quickly-paced step accomplished to follow his beloved younger triplet. Thoughts continued to plead, begging for the blue-eyed blond to stop running and change his mind and finally come home.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Rapidly, Malcolm's heart pounded as he observed Tyson, overzealous about discovering the individual he sought for many days. He loved the youngest triplet, the person who assisted with his many pranks. Merely seeing Tyson brought forth sense happiness which lingered in his heart as he reached to embrace his brother. There was warmth shared between them in their hug, Malcolm enjoying every second of their embrace. Despite Tyson's dishevelled and dirty appearance, Malcolm hugged him tightly without any concerns about the situation.
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His brother melted into the embrace, Malcolm wondering if they both missed those magnificent hugs. The ones where they displayed their siblingly love for one another. Throughout the days since his brother ran away, the older blond longed for the instance he could reconnect with his brother. Those were Malcolm's desires, something as simple as interacting with his brother could manifest intense feelings of happiness. The embrace tightened as he listened to Tyson speak, a smile plastered onto Malcolm's face because of his discovery.
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"I was just going out for a stroll," Malcolm explained, his tone excited. "But now I have found you! I missed you so much, Tyson..."
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Gently, Malcolm pulled away to view Tyson's face, a broad smile on his face despite how his brother appeared. He was reassured seeing his brother alive, over-joyed finally holding him again and finally hopeful their family could be mended. Tyson was a McCavallor and furthermore, the triplet Malcolm wished to spend time with again. Heart fluttering, the eldest triplet accomplished a once over before giving Tyson a worried smile.
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"We should get you home... mom and dad miss you," Malcolm suggested hesitantly.
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Cracks of concern breached the older blond's expression as he made the suggestion. He knew discord between Tyson and their parents, but the relationship would not be repaired should the youngest triplet stay away from home. The prankster's objective was to hopefully mend their family structure and create the glorious return of his younger brother. Everybody missed Tyson, endless worries being spoken about as they searched for the youngest member of the McCavallor family. Police searched, the family searched and even family friends searched, however, nobody could find him until now.
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Alas, caution was required in this delicate situation... The warlock feared the notion of potentially upsetting Tyson and causing him to flee, therefore, he attempted to maintain some calmness. He wished for his brother to return, it was everything he wanted.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Oh brother, where have you gone?
A question to ponder numerous times when Malcolm McCavallor thought about the triplet who ran away from their home. The arguments between Tyson and their parents felt endless, alas, allowed Malcolm to understand why he left. Worry became a constant emotion in the McCavallor household as they wondered if bespectacled twin was alright. Everybody feared the worst possibility, the mere notion of making the hair stand on Malcolm’s neck as he gazed through the window of his bedroom. Undoubtedly, Malcolm missed his absent triplet.
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He remembered the moment he burst through Tyson’s door only to discover an empty room. The single word goodbye haunted his thoughts, manifesting a frown onto his lips. Softly, the warlock sighed as he abandoned the window, his arm reaching to grab his favoured blue jacket. The coat was tugged over the white, loose-fitting shirt, front unzipped. The teen’s phone and wallet were snatched from his computer desk, each item slipped into the superior pockets of his blue jacket as opposed to the insignificant pair on his black skinny jeans.
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A frown corrupted his regularly cheerful expression as he exited his room and shortly afterwards, the McCavallor home. Without Tyson, Malcolm was shorted his closest friend and prankster ally. Loneliness had manifested quickly, even despite having a sister. His hands plunged into the warm depths of his pockets as he journeyed down the sidewalk. A gentle sigh escaped his lips, the slightly cold temperature was hardly noticeable, the chills of a Canadian winter being a frightful experience at times. Slowly, the blond walked down the sidewalk, heading towards the Northern section of Lorsette.
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Lorsette Public Library was a comforting place for Malcolm, the pleasant smell of books, enchanting stories and fantasies to whisk him from his sorrow of missing his brother. Gradually, the red-eyed boy proceeded down the dull, grey sidewalks, semi-melancholic because of the sudden loss, however, it was difficult to know what would happen to Tyson. Each step down those familiar paths were greeted with thoughts of his blue-eyed twin. They appeared exactly alike, dissimilarities created through Malcolm's red-tinted contacts and dishevelled hairstyle.
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Head down, Malcolm's mind swirled with thoughts of Tyson, how he was doing, if he was alright and most chillingly, if he was alive... The blond despised the concept of somebody hurting his younger triplet, murdering him, taking away his closest friend. A shaky breath entered the man's lungs, the horrifying thought made tremours enter the warlock's heart. All he wished for was the return of his dearest brother, it was everything he wanted. Everybody in the family would cry, celebrating his safe return home and loving embraces would reign.
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Please Tyson... come home.
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His feet carried him further, the pace being picked up as Malcolm prayed sanction would be discovered inside the maze of bookshelves. Suddenly, a body crashed into him, however, the blond's attention span failing to pay attention. A groan of subtle pain escaped Malcolm's mouth as he backpedalled, eyes locking on the individual he bumped into. Eyes widened before the trickster could mumble out an apology. There, the individual he knocked into, was a mirror of his face, however, eyes bespectacled.
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"T-tyson?!" Malcolm explained, eyes wide and surprise obvious.
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Unlike usual, Tyson possessed a dishevelled appearance, his clothes tattered from time spent away from home. Hesitantly, Malcolm's steps brought him closer to his brother, familial love flowing through his head. Should the opportunity present itself, the blond's arms would reach out to wrap his arms around Tyson. It felt as though centuries passed, those days without him being a dreadful reality. Before him, was the opportunity to bring his precious brother home and finally have life restored to the McCavallor definition of normal.
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He adored his younger triplet and it appeared the gods answered his wishes. Thank Enki, the opportunity arrived for Malcolm to reunite their family and connect with his brother. This was everything he desired, thus, Malcolm was over-zealous to finally find Tyson, the boy he searched for since he ran away from home.
Slender are the initial words to describe the young warlock, Malcolm McCavallor. At a mere 5’7”, Malcolm’s slender frame makes him appear smaller than most people. Being a smaller man, a majority of people do not expect much physical strength from the teen. The entirely of his body maintains this slim appearance, muscle hardly touching Malcolm’s physique because of his extreme dislike of sports and general physical activity. Overpowering the young man with muscle is an easy task, his body lacking strength. Similarly, his hands are slender and rather small, however, they maintain some callous because of Malcolm’s enjoyment of working with mechanics. There are a few pale scars from some minor injuries he received while doing his favoured pastime. Notably, Malcolm’s complexion leans down the paler side due to days spent inside his family’s garage working on some sort of toy or machine. There are times he rarely leaves his house, but will venture out to fool some unexpecting strangers.
Facial features are a slim type, displaying Malcolm’s slender features across the entirety of his body. High up cheekbones lead down to a softly curved, albeit, strong chin, maintaining a slimness to the sides of Malcolm’s face. An average sized nose sits in the center of his face, pointed and upturned. Without the use of coloured contact lenses, Malcolm’s eyes are something of wonder for most who stare into their depths. A radiant blue, bright and contrasting against their pale complexion. Unfortunately, Malcolm covers these beauties beneath a pair of red-tinted contact lenses. As a result, his eyes appear a bright, chilling red with subtle hints of purple which displays slight clues to his true eye colour. Atop his crown is thick locks of blond hair kept in a messier styling. Rarely is his hair properly groomed, thus it usually spikes in random places.
There is a pattern to Malcolm’s clothing which a majority of people tend to hastily notice. He enjoys black skinny jeans, rarely varying from it. Under most circumstances, Malcolm prefers loose-fitting dress shirts, his favoured having a plaid-stripe pattern. Over the top he enjoys wearing a sweater, particularly a black shaded one. Sometimes, he will decide not to wear it if the weather is too warm. Malcolm’s favourite piece of attire is his blue, long coat which reaches his calves.
Tome Magic -- Advanced The ability to unlock a variety of abilities with the assistance of the book and spoken words in Latin, the language of magic. Speaking affluencially in Latin was crucial to accomplish the greatest tricks in Malcolm’s opinion, especially with the variety of a simple tome. With a tome in hand, Malcolm is a formidable, fast-speaking opponent who would gladly use his magic for tricks rather than fighting. A miniscule gust of wind to remove that one important bobby pin in your hair style or perhaps some startling illusions. Ultimately, Malcolm’s capabilities expand greatly because of his keen interest in magic. He mulls over tomes whenever possible, deciphering and learning their secrets. His strongest magic spells include things related to telekinesis and illusions. Meanwhile, his weakest are hypnosis and ward creation. While Malcolm is capable, his magic is connected to spoken words, therefore lack of specification can result in errors. Similarly, being cut off or stutters will make the spell refuse to function. If he uses magic without a tome, he faces severe consequences.
Potions/Salves -- Advanced The ability to make magically infused liquids or salves in order to help or hinder people, these must be contained in a bottle of sorts. Potions and salves were boring to learn, especially since it involved following simple recipes for healing or whatever session’s brew was. Ultimately, Malcolm’s enjoyment of potions manifests solely from the more mischievous angles he can accomplish with a simple mixture. Particularly, stickier brews which glue students to their seats or thick goos which ruin their shoes. Those are the portions of potion making Malcolm enjoys, making the ability often used for these mischievous uses opposed to assisting other people. Nonetheless, Malcolm still attends these classes despite their boredom, meaning if needed, he could create more useful potions.
Alchemy -- Advanced The ability to exchange items through their makeup and values. Exchanging things is extremely useful when somebody buys him the incorrect items. Under most circumstances, Malcolm may use this to exchange for fixed items if something abruptly breaks on him rather than spending precious minutes away from his latest invention. While Malcolm does require an alchemy circle, he is capable of summoning a variety of things so long as he focuses. Without focus, anything can happen in the realm of alchemy. He could acquire the incorrect items or even be shocked by the magical forces at play, thus breaking concentration can be dangerous.
Voodoo -- Beginner The ability to control someone with the use of DNA samples and a doll which looks similar to them. Controlling somebody in the most literal manner is oddly boring to Malcolm. These tricks are supposed to allow people to naturally fall into them, not result in pure manipulation. As a result, Malcolm cannot use his voodoo.
Curses -- Intermediate The ability to curse an object to make bad things happen. While Malcolm does use curses, it is, under most circumstances, for a more mundane use. These curses are useful for making people fall into his tricks for his amusement. Something as simple as a bad luck charm possibly coaxing someone to push open a door with a precarious water bucket placed above it or step in something less favourable. Ultimately, Malcolm cannot do anything particularly dangerous and his curses are designed to last for a maximum of 10 minutes.
Charms -- Advanced The ability to charm things to provide comfort and make people happy. Charms became extremely useful for his machines, especially for assuring things in his mechanisms will not break. Durability charms are frequently used to avoid the possibility of having to accomplish too many repairs. When he makes other types of charms, they are usual temperature regulating or simple good luck charms. Fortunately, charms work longer than Malcolm’s curses, allowing him to help people easily. Alas, he only gives these charms to friends he makes, those he considers close to him.
backstory
Strictness, it was something the McCavallors were renown for even prior to having their children. Thus, when Malcolm and his fellow triplets were born, there were no surprises from the general public about their parents plan for a strict upbringing. Strict and education-centric, their parents were quick to enforce their rule over the household and begin the children’s education at a young age. Malcolm was merely 5 when his parents began trying to explain the abilities and prospects of a young magic user. Initially, it was difficult to sit down, however, his parents would punish them for straying, thus he begrudgingly sat during each lesson. Balancing public school and the privatized abilities schooling was difficult, their parents demanding plenty from their children. They undoubtedly loved their precious children, however, they struggled in showing it respectfully.
From the beginning, Malcolm was forced to grow accustomed to long hours learning at public school and homeschooling provided by his parents. Frequently, the young child would twitch his legs in class, restless from long hours of sitting. He desired freedom! Alas, trapped in a classroom at school or in the makeshift classroom at home appeared to be his life. Eventually, those dreams of freedom resulted in a unique plan, to get ahead in class to free more time. For hours, Malcolm began advancing his studies privately at the mere age of 8, working extensively to get far ahead. As time proceeded, he could answer every teacher’s question with elaboration or accomplish the newest spell with a few words and a flick of the wrist. Free time as earned, his strict parents giving praise for Malcolm’s learning, allowing him more hours in the personal library. There, Malcolm began learning more about the world, however, he also found interesting books about engineering.
Mere days later did he questioned his father about the finding, requesting for some teachings in a subject which captured his interests. The man always explained Malcolm could learn when he was older, alas, Malcolm still pleaded. Alas, growing in a strict, stubborn family never provided all privileges. No meant no, and Malcolm’s father stuck by his word, leaving Malcolm to curiously ponder. The child kept ahead in his work, thoughts of possibly getting further ahead warranting him the privilege, alas, he would be incorrect. Fortunately, advancing his studies allowed him more time with his siblings, specifically his brother Tyson. The pair frequently talked throughout school hours, passing notes and refusing to take their studies seriously. If Malcolm ever needed assistance on his most recent trick, Tyson would be the boy he turned to. His brother was immensely important to Malcolm, the young boy considering his little brother his bestest friend.
At the age of 13, everything only became better for Malcolm as his father finally decided to teach him some of the notions he discovered in that book. Together, they began working on a variety of little trinkets, starting with making some toys. Every second was oddly thrilling despite the rather meticulous set of work. Learning these lessons were fantastic, thus Malcolm gladly built more toys. Creating these small things were enjoyable to him, especially when he made his siblings smile by making them these fun trinkets. Between studies and creation, Malcolm had little time to spare for other things, but he was happy. Frequently, he spent time with his siblings, enjoying every second of their company. They were family after all, and Malcolm was uncertain what he would do should he lose his siblings in any way. Thus, when Tyson requested assistance in confusing their parents, Malcolm happily agreed to help his little brother.
As years dialed on, Malcolm kept learning about engineering and his magical capabilities. Eventually, he learned about his brother’s capabilities, the telepathy surprising him several times until he became used to it. At great distances he could find Tyson speaking to him secretly, without the knowledge of their parents or teachers. Ultimately, Malcolm used it as an excuse to enlist his brother for more pranks, especially as the contraptions became more complex and interesting. They laughed together, that was how Malcolm always thought of it. Gradually, their 17th birthday was approaching and Malcolm began gathering the toys they no longer played with. Hours were spent inside the garage, making those little trinkets into something special between him and his siblings. He transformed them into keychain, each having a small, metal charm with a matching sibling of three people, but personalized on the back with engraving of their names.
Arguments erupted through the house through the household at times between his youngest brother and their parents. It always brought a frown to the oldest triplet’s face, resulting in him quickly tracking down his brother to become a listening ear. Alas, nothing could have predicted the tragedy their 17th birthday would become. In the morning hours, Malcolm gave his gifts to his sibling, showing the special keychains he made from the still-functioning trinkets. Everything started fantastic, Malcolm enjoying the shared birthday with his family, however, things turned sour when supper arrived and his parents and Tyson got into another argument. Malcolm was uncertain of what to say, but when his youngest brother went storming off he desired to follow, alas, his parents commanded him to sit. Anxiously, Malcolm sat before attempting to hastily scoop food into his mouth in hopes of being excused early, alas, he would be too late. The heated argument resulted in a variety of reactions. Malcolm’s parents argued, stating how they disliked Tyson’s decision, and should Malcolm attempt to defend his brother, they snapped before he could get a word out.
Only minutes later did he hear the words goodbye ring through his head, Malcolm’s heart thumping against his chest as he feared the worst. Suddenly, the blond exited the dining room despite his parents’ complaints. He demanded answers from Tyson as he hurried upstairs and opened the door to his brother’s bedroom. Alas, he found an empty room with items freshly packed and his brother nowhere in sight. On that day everything changed, Malcolm realizing his brother ran away from home. Despite his brother’s absence bringing some sorrow to the house, Malcolm made himself content with the telepathic conversations he could have with Tyson. Promptly after his brother’s leaving, Malcolm began working on a communication device so they could all keep in contact.
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- Likes: Pranks, tricking others, teasing, toy making, building things, tinted contact lenses, horror movies, romance stories, books, sweets, caramel, sleeping, warm blankets, jackets, ravens, cats, learning, enclosed spaces, engineering, magic, his siblings - Dislikes: Being caught, stupid conversations, idiocy, small talk, dogs, sports, loudness, rambling, tight clothing, extreme heat, boring stories, large groups, bitter tastes, ignorance, simple conversations, exercise - Fears: Thunder, big dogs, barking - Malcolm wears red tinted contact lenses a majority of the time, but his true eye color is blue. However, he likes wearing the tinted contacts since they make him look scarier. - Malcolm is nearsighted, which means that he can’t see long distances. Due to this he has to wear glasses or contact lenses. - Surprisingly, Malcolm is a big fan of literature. In fact, his room is filled with books. - Due to his mother’s love of romance, Malcolm has memorized Romeo & Juliet. - Malcolm’s marks are usually around 90% which most people find surprising since he doesn’t take much seriously. - Malcolm has an addiction to sweets, especially anything with caramel in it. - Malcolm hates bitter tastes. - Malcolm loves fixing and making things, especially anything to do with toys and machines, thus he wants to become a toy maker or engineer. - Malcolm has a pet Siamese cat named Suman. - His soulmate is Nozel Sullivan.
roleplayer info
☆ NAME chibi magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years
☆ TIMEZONE central
☆ GENDER female
☆ AGE twenty
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☆ FACE CLAIM KEKKAI SENSEN, King of Despair
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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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