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 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!
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[attr=class,bulk] Amusement flickered in Roy's violet eyes followed by the thin traces of a content smirk. He assumed his date was younger than him because of his lack of familiarity. Alas, there were no concrete facts given the possibility of Harvey being ignorant towards the existence of other species. Fortunately, Roy would take no offense to the young man's instance of neglect to species with varying needs. The man’s assumptions amused him more than offended him. Although, if Roy craved the delicious taste of food, he could have indulged himself.
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As their conversation started again, the server returned with two glasses filled with red wine. The delicate, glass cups were set in their respective positions. He gave the waiter a nod of thanks before leaning curling his fingers around the stem. It was ferried to his lips, pressing it against his lips and taking a small sip of delectable wine. He smiled at Harvey as he listened to his favoured things about camping. Together, they sounded similar with their enjoyments with the hobby of camping. Campfires and stargazing, two activities they both enjoyed.
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“I know a few, but I put some effort into knowing them,” Roy informed Harvey. “I don’t know the stories behind them though.”
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Beneath the night sky, stars were a form of navigation. Therefore, Roy taught himself to recognize the constellations during their respective seasons. Should he get hopelessly lost, he could wait for nightfall and potentially navigate home. It was a useful skill to have after all.
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[attr=class,bulk] Unlike a majority of species, boogeymen were not bond by the requirement of shoveling food into their mouth. Therefore, Roy leaned back, content with the delicate glass filled with reddish liquid. While the green-haired man held the ability to eat, he decided against it. Already his focus was somewhat divided between occasionally listening to background conversation and his blind date. Adding the consumption of food to that list would be a foolish notion. It would only create the risk of him missing valuable information around him or something his date stated.
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The peculiar choice to deny the opportunity to order himself a meal naturally confused Harvey. Under most circumstances, both participants of a meal-based date would choose a meal. Based on the perplexed state of his date, Roy assumed Harvey was not familiar with undead species or boogeymen who were self-sustaining or required a different form of nourishment. An amused grin stretched across the informant's face at the curious question. It was intriguing to discover somebody who seemed somewhat unaware of the varying species trapped on this earth.
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"I'm not required to," Roy explained in a single sentence.
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If his date was intrigued by the notion, he would surrender the name of his species... The creature that feasted on fear, consuming every greedy morsel of somebody's emotions. Anxiety and terror were a delectable source of energy... He would have to check if any scary movies were playing when he returned home. Whoever he persuaded home would provide his meal, being perhaps this blue-haired man. After Harvey ordered, the waiter retreated into the kitchen. Only moments later would their camping conversation re-continue.
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"Just being around the fire, looking at stars," a soft breath of a sigh left his lips. "Lots of good memories with that."
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A subtle hint of a lip-tight smile tickled his lips. The blissful reverie of old memories filled Roy's mind for a moment. Out of all the people around that fire, he only missed his mother. Seconds later he snapped out of his memory trance, violet eyes focusing on his date again. A light-hearted chuckle rumbled from Roy's mouth.
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"Sorry, got wrapped in thought a second there. What about you, Harvey? What is your favourite part of camping?"
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These memory distractions required ignoring until he returned to the safe chambers of his Aria Village home. Those bittersweet memories were unnecessary during work hours. Into the pits of his mind, they were shoved and locked away. He could ponder them another time. The last thing he wanted was to create the impression of being an emotional wreck.
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[attr=class,bulk] Curiosity gleamed in Roy's light violet eyes, a soft shimmer enhanced by the fluorescent lighting of the restaurant. Lady Luck shined upon him by granting a favourable date for the evening. Somebody easy to converse with and low-maintenance. The last thing the former bandit craved was a prissy whiner who endlessly requested items to fill their materialistic hankering. A soft grin tightly embraced the boogeyman's face, refusing to leave throughout the course of this date. Things were progressing wonderfully!
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The beverage offered was remembered in Roy's mind as the infamous reddish liquid made from grapes and given some definition of alcohol. The green-haired man proved not to be a wine connoisseur by any definition. He was primarily concerned with the drink having some type of liquor inside. As his date agreed to enjoy a glass of wine with him, Roy favoured him with a content smile. With those words, the boogeyman waved a waiter order, his notepad and pen at the ready to take their orders. Oh, yes, this was an eating type date; his species never required regular food.
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"A glass of red wine for my date and I," Roy requested, pausing until the waiter went to speak. "And nothing to eat, I don't need anything like that, but I recommend taking Harvey's order."
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When the orders were taken, the waiter retreated into the kitchen to give their request in. The man's attention returned to his date, listening to his answers on camping. The return of the question brought a subtle hint of enjoyment as nostalgic memories flowed through Roy's mind.
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"I use to camp a lot, I have always enjoyed it. It was peaceful, sitting around the campfire with friends. Those were great times," Roy's voice trailed into a slight sadness, but he quickly recovered. "I recommend it if you enjoy nature."
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When the bandits accepted him, they had joyous nights sitting beneath the stars, sharing stories and mourning those lost... He remembered his adopted mother, the woman endlessly determined to protect him... he wished she was still here. When nobody wanted him, she scooped him into her arms and gave him affection. The remainder of those bandits tainted a majority of those positive memories... The accursed traitors... they nearly killed him! They deserved to rot in the abyss or inside a jail cell.
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[attr=class,bulk] Their date was progressing swimmingly, or in stereotypical thief language, it was like stealing candy from a baby. There were hardly any spaces of dead air between and they seemed to be managing a friendly conversation. Then again, these types of dating situations were frequently used for the primary objective of acquiring platonic relationships, if not, the beginnings of romantic ones. The only situation where the main goal could be otherwise were circumstances of being signed up without one's knowledge or by another individual.
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Admittedly, due to the pleasantry in their interaction, Roy believed Harvey signed himself up. The man claimed to be a bodyguard and perhaps a social one. This arrived him at the possible conclusion of the blue-haired man considering this a valuable investment of his free time, or rather, something relaxing and enjoyable. Unfortunately, the green-haired former Bandit King could hardly gather that information without shifting their chat into awkward territory. Thus, Roy remained hushed, deciding it better to allow their interaction to proceed without hindrance.
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The man stated he did not drink often, bring the soft curls of a smile to his face.
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"Well, if you're interested, maybe we could indulge in some wine over our dinner? If you are comfortable with that of course," Roy suggested to his date.
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Wine was not among the green-haired man's favoured drinks, he preferred hard liquor. Alas, given it was a night out, he could reasonably indulge a little. Quietly, Roy nodded to Harvey's words as the man stated his hobbies. Based on his primary hobbies, the man enjoyed spending time in nature.
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"Do you enjoy camping then?" Roy questioned out of curiosity.
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Centuries ago, the boogeyman lived among a bandit troop where their homes were meagre tents. It was essentially constant camping, thus bringing up the topic was somewhat nostalgic. Despite his betrayal, Roy somewhat missed the days where he would be lying under stars or sitting by a campfire. It was something peaceful.
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[attr=class,bulk] The progression of their date was moving wonderfully, at least in Roy's opinion. There was nobody being upset about the arrangements and the small talk was managing to proceed without hindrance. It was pleasant participating in their conversation, especially when he thought about the potential of getting something out of it. If he proceeded to act suave and charming, he could potentially land himself a more enjoyable night. Hence, a pleasant smile stretched across Roy's lips as he accomplished a second analysis of his partner.
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There was definitely an attractive quality to Harvey, thus a fling could be a worthwhile endeavour for the boogeyman. He did enjoy his lustful ventures. Now hopefully he could maintain this positive air and persuade his acquaintance into a different situation, if it was called for. Fortunately, dots were already being connected by his blue-haired date for the evening. Naturally, Harvey mentioned an interest in psychology which was truthful given his feigned occupation. An investigator required some knowledge in psychology after all.
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"Yes, that would be right. Finding out why criminals do the things they do is an interesting aspect of the job," Roy responded casually.
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Before he could attempt another question, Harvey began clearing his voice. The smile broadened when it seemed the blue-haired man was keen on inquiring about more things. The topic shifted to time away from work. A charmer's smile graced his face as he leaned closer.
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"Honestly, I enjoy a good drink, you know?" Roy answered, contentment in his voice. "What about you, my date?"
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There was a smoothness to his voice as Roy attempted to charm his date. If he wanted to succeed in his task, he needed to make his date feel special.
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[attr=class,bulk] A smile decorated Roy's countenance as he interacted with his date for the evening. Since he was gifted a date without a Terror Response Syndicate connection, he would consider searching for something different. A fling was still a viable option if he could attract this future veterinarian into his bed. Nonetheless, the green-haired man planned on eavesdropping when the opportunities presented themselves. Two goals, both involving this single event, but only one requiring the participation of his special date of the evening.
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Naturally, Roy's offer would only surface if Harvey was displaying an interest in him, otherwise, extending the invitation would be futile. Their discussion about jobs was an excellent ice-breaker between them. They were promptly conversing with one another and gaining the start of a bond between them. When the blue-haired man mentioned Roy being his own boss, the boogeyman granted him a soft chuckle. A gentle nod was provided in response to the question, however, the green-haired man did not elaborate on the details.
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Quietly, he listened to Harvey's reasons for becoming a vet, even providing a few nods to prove he was listening. In a way, the informant was correct about the man enjoying the company of animals. The question was returned, a smile grazing Roy's face.
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"Well, I just find people intriguing. I am a bit of a crime enthusiast," Roy explained happily.
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The explanation was simple and something Roy could easily fake with his shady past and criminal occupation. These lies were done smoothly, without hesitation because of his dishonest tendencies. The man was trained in the art of fabrication.
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[attr=class,bulk] The informant’s violet eyes observed his date meanwhile his ears greedily listened to those around them. Gathering the facts the Assembly of Phantoms desired was crucial to gaining success in those fields. Now he required a date with a TRS standing to assure he could persuade some information. The boogeyman favoured Harvey with the friendliest smile possible without providing a creepy vibe. Information gathering involved some minor forms of “manipulation” in the form of presenting oneself properly. An open and amiable presentation would persuade the loosening of lips under most circumstances.
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Alas, Roy would find himself somewhat disappointed when Harvey answered the question. Rather than anything significant to the TRS, the man proved to be something entirely different. A mere student, studying veterinary medicine. In short, somebody who could potentially prefer animals rather than people. It meant information could be meaningless for the Assembly of Phantoms considering it pertained to proper animal care and administration of medicine. Nonetheless, Roy decided to change his attentions and search for entertainment.
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"I'm a private investigator," he answered with a smile. "It's pretty enjoyable. Are you excited to become a vet, Harvey?"
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The lie was provided with smoothness, hesitation nonexistent in his words. The former bandit found lying easy, thus the regular calls from dishonesty were diminished compared to others. He was a skillful man in those regards. Furthermore, he inquired about Harvey's occupation in hopes of keeping the attention away from his lie. He could fabricate a statement, but Roy preferred the notion of avoiding it.
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[attr=class,bulk] The arrival of his date was pleasantly accompanied with some perfect timing. Throughout his patient waiting, Roy was capable of surveying the room and learning the faces of guests, guards and servers. He had observed the room itself as well, ensuring there were exits and locations to vacate the premises if needed. He noticed the Valentine's Day decorations, strategic placement of guards and where the servants filtered through with plans of taking orders. The mission requirements were operating smoothly, except for the identity of his date.
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Based on Roy's knowledge of TRS officials, the blue-haired man who approached was not among them. Alas, it would be nearly impossible to verify until he gathered more information. Ward medics existed and frequently, they were tucked away into the precious safety of their headquarters. His comfortable dressed date settled in the seat adjacent from Roy. The green-haired man watched him, wearing a friendly smile for the young man who joined him. Moments after providing his name, his date reciprocated and introduced himself as Harvey.
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"Nice to meet you too," Roy began, preparing to engage in small talk. "So, Harvey, what do you do for a living?"
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If anybody asked about his occupation, the informant planned on claiming he was an investigator. The role involved information gathering and would make the actions taken on this evening less questionable. The surveying of the area and curious attitude hopefully explained with a simple answer.
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[attr=class,bulk] The table assigned to Roy and his mysterious date was currently empty, proving him to be the first arrival. Stationed in the center of the round table was a vase containing a gorgeous bouquet of roses. Some were red while others possessed a more pinkish tinge to their petals. Draped over the table's surface was a white tablecloth, the accents having a heart-shaped pattern around the edges. As Roy glanced over, he noticed the papery name tags with names and hearts drawn onto them along with other romantic themes to symbolize Valentine's Day.
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Quietly, the green-haired man looked over at the name tag for his partner for the evening. From there, he discovered the individual's name was Harvey, which he supposed was useful information. He casually rounded the table, pulling out the adjacent chair to settle himself. Once sitting, he patiently waited for the arrival of his partner for the evening. His green eyes surveyed the area, noting anybody he recognized as TRS or Assembly as they walked to settle at their respective tables. Hopefully Harvey was not the formulated alias for a member of the Assembly, else information gathering would be fruitless.
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People were discovering their seats and taking residence in their respective seats while he remained alone. A somewhat amused smile played onto Roy's face. Did his date decide to ditch the blind date? Should that be the reality, it handed the boogeyman the opportunity to watch those around him. Yet, only moments later did a young, blue-haired man entered through the front doors of the restaurant. The man was under-dressed, but Roy merely shrugged it off; perhaps someone running late. The man was guided to his table by one of the event staff. As they approached, the green-haired man favour the person he assumed was "Harvey" with a lip-tight grin.
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From what Roy was aware, this man was not associated with the Assembly of Phantoms which was a start. As an apology left the blue-haired man's lips, the laid-back informant gave him a shrug.
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"Don't worry about it," Roy responded, leaning back in his chair. "Anyways, I'm Roy and you?"
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There was a possibility tables were switched up because of last minute cancellations, therefore, he wished the verify the stranger's name. Plus, requesting it would make the informant appear less snoopy about the present situation.
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[attr=class,bulk] There was nothing particularly special about Valentine’s Day in Roy’s mind. Throughout his youth, the band bandits he once labelled family never celebrated the occasion. The meaning of discovering somebody to settle down with was foreign to the boogeyman. While he self-indulged with flings and drinking occasionally, he never understood the true definition of love. It manifested a curiosity which mingled with the Assembly’s desires. There was word prominent TRS members would be attending the event, meaning there was an opportunity to gain valuable intel.
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Unfortunately, despite those curiosities on the elusive notions of love, Roy found himself desiring a fling opposed to a relationship. When the time arrived, he rose from his position on the couch and turned off the TV. He walked down the hallway into his bedroom before sliding through the clothes in his closet. He planned on being semi-formal with his chosen ensemble to assure a subtle classy atmosphere while not over-doing it. With those thoughts locked in his mind, he grabbed a white dress shirt and blue jeans.
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The previous clothes were striped and tossed unceremoniously into the hamper. The jeans were tugged over his hips, the boogeyman ensuring they sat properly on his legs. Moments later they were buttoned, zipped and accented with a black leather belt. The ends of the belt were left to dangle as Roy fetched the white dress shirt and slid it over his muscular arms. The bottom of the shirt was pushed inside his jeans to complete the semi-formal look he desired. Buttons were done up by fluent finger movements before being followed by the buckling of his belt.
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The soft dings of the moving buckle reached his ears as he adjusted the size. When everything was adjusted, Roy entered the washroom. The green-haired man gave a satisfied smile to his reflection before brushing his hair. He planned nothing particularly fancy for the appearance of his hair. A mere brushing displayed a fine image without wasting obnoxious amounts of time on preparations. A large grin stretched across Roy’s face as he admired himself for a few moments. After a few moments, he exited the washroom.
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He walked through his bathroom, grabbing his keys and wallet off the counter alongside his cellphone. They were shoved into Roy's jean pockets. A jacket was grabbed and tugged over his shoulders, but left open because of preference. Shoes were quickly slipped on before leaving the house to close and lock the door behind him. The green-haired man headed to his vehicle, unlocking it and getting inside. He pushed the key and turned it, his car roaring to life as it was ignited. Once prepared, he pulled away from his home to accomplish the one hour drive to Lorsette.
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The boogeyman enjoyed his hour drive to Lorsette, his eyes fixating on the road, but occasionally wandering to admire the beauty. He prepared himself to accomplish his goals, first to try and gather information for the Assembly and later to attempt to persuade his date into a different type of company. As he arrived in the city, he remembered the directions and followed them to the expected location. When he arrived at the restaurant, he parked his vehicle and exited to head inside of the restaurant. He approached the front desk, where he provided his name.
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A man escorted him into the main area where the blind dates would be taking place. People were already enjoying themselves, engaging in conversation and attempting to find love. Roses were placed on the tables as expected, they were a romance cliche after all. The restaurant scene was pleasant with a subtle fanciness, but not overdoing it. He felt comfortable in the situation, capable of fitting in because of his clothing choices. He slipped off his jacket, draping it over his arm as he was informed the location of his table.
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The boogeyman strode towards the table, planning on sitting down and meeting his date. Hopefully they could provide valuable information or give him some enjoyment.
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i was once a king of sorts, but i lost my kingdom.
general info
AGE 616
GENDER male
SEXUALITY pansexual
BIRTHDATE april 15, 1405
OCCUPATION ap informant
SPECIES boogeyman
appearance
As a tall, slender man, Roy stands at a height of 6’2”. Based off a fleeting glance, Roy appears rather average with his slender frame, most believing he hardly possess muscle. Alas, they would be mistaken in the assumption. While Roy’s work consists of gathering information, he still maintains his strength for less-favourable situations. Across his body are lean muscles, reaching the length of giving Roy the outline of abs on his stomach. From consistently wrapping himself up or staying out of the sun, Roy keeps a pale complexion. His ties as a boogeyman makes him burn easily, thus he usually wears sunscreen and sunglasses whenever he is out during daylight hours. Scars on Roy’s skin is a common trait, both from his years along with the dangerous situations he has been placed in. Most have faded with time, some being evident around the knuckles with a few faint ones across his back and torso. They appear to have been created by swords or knives, however, their fadedness makes it near-impossible to determine their origin nowadays.
The stronger nature of Roy’s face grants him attractively places cheekbones and slender features. A pair of cheekbones are placed high-set into his face, below them leading down to a strong chin. His chin is slightly pointed with a rounded edge. Between his is the bridge to a pointed, albeit, average sized nose. A pair of enchanting, light violet eyes frequently capture the attention of others when people gaze upon Roy’s face. They are beautiful and one of the few gifts his mother could provide him. He has longer lashes, the type of eyelashes most girls searching for conventional beauty desire. Oftentimes, they enhance his eyes, however, usually in a more feminine manner. Flowing from his head is well-kept semi-short hair known for being of the straighter variety. The colour of his hair is a lighter variant of forest green, making for a more toned down version of the dark colour. Under most circumstances, it is properly parted to maintain a handsome face for the people of Aria Village. When on missions based around breaking and entering, Roy does cover his entire face with the exception of his eyes.
Clothing constantly changes depending on Roy’s plans for the day. Normal days in Lorsette or Aria feature Roy picking casual attire, the types of clothes which allow him to blend in with those around him. Simplicity assists with gathering information, therefore, he uses casual clothing to accomplish these tasks or on special days he will wear semi-formal garbs. On break in missions. Roy’s entire body is usually covered in cloth. A scarf wrapped tightly around his face, hiding his nose and jawline while a secured hood hides his hair. He wears plenty of clothing, making it difficult to even decipher his body type when he is on missions.
Dream Manipulation -- Intermediate The ability to enter and manipulate dreams, altering them and allowing the user to accomplish what they please inside the dream world. Frequently, Roy uses his dream manipulation for his indulgence rather than harming others. As a result, his dream world is passive, nobody being able to injure him and similarly he cannot harm others. He can only minimally manipulate the dreams of others. Under most circumstances, Roy either enjoys himself with a wonderful dream or will connect to the dreams of people he needed information from. While inside a dream, Roy’s body enters a sleep mode, rendering him unconscious and vulnerable.
Illusion Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to conjure illusions to fool the 5 senses, allowing the person to effectively deceive people in those categories. While feeling can be fooled, these illusions can only have lasting mental effects opposed to physical. Illusions are powerful things in Roy’s opinion, these being effectively used throughout his reign as the Bandit King and for years in the future. Sight is the easiest sense to deceive, a simple darting of a foriegn shadow or a cloak of deception. Roy can even successfully make disguises out of this ability if he wishes. Hearing, smell, taste and touch can be fooled, however, these are less effective than sight. Those with certain enhanced senses have the possibility of seeing through these illusions. Mass-scale illusions are possible for Roy, however, it takes plenty of effort to orchestrate these productions and furthermore a creative mind. Whenever these illusions are made, they feed off of Roy’s energy, thus depleting him of the energy gathered if caution is not taken. While Roy does feed off fear itself, sustaining himself during mass-scale illusions is immensely difficult because of the amount of energy being used.
Curses -- Intermediate The ability to place curses on others, making bad things happen to the intended individual. Minor afflictions are caused by Roy’s curses, manifesting punishments such as bad luck. The curses merely increase minor issues, like the probability of stubbing your toe. Other times they make the intended individual sick or various small things. Cursed weaponry or anything particularly dangerous cannot be created by Roy. As a result, Roy lacks lethality with curses, the magic only temporarily affecting the intended victim. Curses from Roy last a couple of days before wearing off.
Fear Inducement -- Advanced The ability to induce fear onto other people, causing fright even when it is not warranted or expected. As a boogeyman, Roy feeds off the fear around him, requiring it to sustain himself opposed to food or proper sleep. Due to his feasting requirements, Roy’s capabilities in fear inducement have been improved greatly. Abruptly, he can cause people to feel intense fear, oftentimes, towards him. Formerly, he required fear to hold his standing as a leader, only making his skillfulness better. Alas, people can still fight through the fearful sensations, allowing them to accomplish the required objective. Under most circumstances, inconsistent use makes the ability an excellent stun. Using his fear inducement eats up little energy, thus allowing him to feast to satisfaction, alas, over-use can diminish the effectiveness as the intended target adjusts to feeling scared.
Naturals: Night Vision, Self-sustenance, Immortality
backstory
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Domestic Abuse, Violence
An ideal life never existed in Roy’s childhood, his parents being nothing more than a thief and a prostitute. When his mother carried him to term and gave birth, it was surprising she did not throw him away immediately. The child was kept, half raised by his mother and whatever drunken slob she persuaded a deal from for the evening. Life was a bleak thing, sheltered by menacing shadows and adult topics children should never be exposed to. Days passed, the infant knowing his mother’s face, her voice and remembering faint, muffled sounds from her occupation. Nobody helped her, attempted to save her darkened wings from years of sin, however, it was simply the way things were. In the large village they dubbed home, the memories from War of Traitors kept their claws sank into the people there. Divisions were common, Hell species long considered lowly compared to those captured in Akari’s grace.
Daily, Roy’s mother worked hard in a desperate attempt to help her child survive. Never did she desired children, however, somewhere inside was a caring heart unwilling to allow her accident to survive motherless. She was a caring woman, however, her career led to dangerous stalkers and unfavourable admirers. Only a few years passed until someone particularly abusive entered the home, Roy’s mother narrowly fighting him off when he attempted to choke her. She was fortunate to force the man out of the borrowed hotel room, however, a realization dawned when she heard the crying of her two-year-old child. Tears entered her eyes for despite not being a fan of children, she bonded with her precious child. Words escaped her lips in a quiet mumble. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… For two years she kept her dearest child, but it appeared raising Roy herself was a dangerous game. If she perished, what if he was left alone? Starving, cold and without anybody to protect him. Only a day later did she gathered supplies to depart from the town, hurrying to escape unseen. Heaven species hated them here, and she required a place to have her son be raised.
Alas, somebody followed her down that lonesome path where she searched for escape, her child bundled in a basket. She walked near a river, paranoid unable to shake the feeling of being followed. A single glance over her shoulder allowed her to see the man who nearly strangled her to death. Immediately, she began sprinting, a scream escaping her lips as she hurried away, but the man was fast. Footsteps became louder, the boy’s mother panicked, searching for an escape until her green eyes locked with the river. In a moment of desperation, the woman entered the fast moving waters, knowing that there would be a sliver of a chance for survival. Once inside the currents she was swept away, the basket she clung to floating above as her distraught child cried. The further they travelled, the rougher the currents got until it separated mother from child. A shrill scream escaped his mother’s throat as she called his name, but nothing could be done.
Miraculously, the basket remained upright throughout Roy’s river adventure, the child washing on shore. Anybody would expect the young boy to perish, however, he was discovered by a female bandit who always desired a child. Years ago she had perished, her undead state making her unable to become of child. She glanced around, finding no signs of the boy’s mother before scooping him up and hurrying to her camp to show off her recent discovery. The other bandits were surprised by the woman’s discovery. Everybody murmured about how their leader would feel, the man they feared most. When the older gentleman exited his tent, he showed disdain for the bandit, whose name was Maria, stating she would be expected to care for the infant herself. People could assist her, however, she was the one who would provide for the green-haired child. As somebody who always wished to become a mother, Maria nodded hastily and carried the child to her tent. There he received the name he would become renowned as, Roy Demetris, adopted son of Maria Demetris.
Raised among bandits, Roy was shown the frequent traits and learned their ways from a young age. In the beginning, Maria provided for him, however, she would need assistance to keep Roy healthy. Thus, the child learned the ways of bandits, his adopted mother showing him how to use his abilities. He was always told Maria was not his biological mother, however, Roy found himself happily spending time with the woman who raised him. At the mere age of 8, he was learning to pickpocket and steal from other people.Their troop of bandits accomplished what was needed to survive alongside committed crimes for their own enjoyment. Growing up around them made Roy a natural when it came to the tasks of a bandit, he was raised for it by being around bandits from a young age. The environment around him was prepared to flesh him into somebody destined for a path of crime and it was embraced by the young boy.
However… one thing was learned very quickly by Roy… Fear ruled their bandit troop, nothing else, the iron-fisted leader frightening everybody into obeying. It was the way of criminals, a way which he admired. There was always food for the young boogeyman, but even from a young age, Roy’s thoughts would wander to a single thought. His species was designed to manifest fear, thus, should he not eventually rise to become the leader of the bandits? Those thoughts spun in Roy’s mind, however, he kept silent about his beliefs, focusing on his criminal work for the time being. Alas, in secret he would train the necessary abilities for his ambitious future. He wanted to become the leader, the one devising the plans and conquering with fear. Fate placed him on this road and he planned to follow. As time went on, Roy became a greedy member of the bandits, thus he desired the power… one day… he would get power.
Around when Roy was 16, tragedy struck as the group of bandits departed to rob the carriage of a wealthy nobleman. There were many guards, arrows flying, grunts of pain and screams of agony filled the air. The bandits sprung into action, wielding their weapons and fighting against the guards to pillage the carriage. Inside would be coin galore alongside precious items they could receive money for. Chaos surrounded Roy as he fought for his life, falchion slicing through the guards as he dodged and weaved. He was never one for physical brawls, but the choices were limited. Somewhere he heard Maria cry out his name, the young man turning to narrowly block a sword. The man was experienced, eventually casting his sword away with a strong horizontal slash. The metal blade shone in the light as it was lifted, Roy flinching as he tripped and fell to the ground, prepared to meet his end.
She arrived quick… the flash of a hunter dagger plunging into the man’s gut while his sword fell on her neck. The young man’s eyes opened, widening as he witnessed the blood spray and the woman who raised him topple to the ground, lifeless. Maria always wanted a child, and she refused to allow her only son to die, even if he was merely adopted. He was hastily to crawl over to her, hiding them as a rock with the use of his illusion as he held her close, teary eyed. Mom?! MOM?! He knew she would have died upon impact, but sorrow constricted his heart as he cried. He held her tight, the blood soaking his clothes not being a concern, all that mattered was his mother… His precious mother… When everything was finished, the illusion fell, Roy rising with his mother still cradled in his arms. That evening, there was a funeral, and Roy Demetris was left motherless again.
Despite her absence, Roy kept training, determined to make the woman who raised him for years proud. Through the years, he prepared for the moment where he could take control from the group. On a warm autumn eve the moment would arrive when some of the bandits went on a mission with the leader and returned home with grim news. Their leader was dead and Roy assumed they did the dirty work, however, as everybody fought for control, he was prepared. Abruptly, Roy activated his fear inducement, giving it power as his illusions manifested horrible visions. I will be the leader, anybody who questions it will be killed right on the spot Compassion was lacking, pure menace filling Roy’s voice and those bandits quiet and nodded. At that point, Roy ruled, his tactful thinking making him a favoured leader, however, he was greatly feared, strict and greedy. During his rule, authorities gave him the nickname The Bandit King from both his leadership and the greedy manner he hoarded loot. Citizens never knew his name, his face always covered and only a voice being placed to the character. For centuries, he kept control over the troop, nobody unable of uprooting him from the position.
The green-haired man was feared and strong having trained for the moment where he could steal leadership of the troop. However, years were passing and his fellow bandits were growing displeased with their leader’s greedy ways. They complained frequently, but were brushed off as Roy foolishly believe he could continue ruling with fear and tactfulness. One evening, they went on a mission, and the bandits believed the time arrived to murder their leader. They attacked, Roy narrowly avoiding as his eyes widened. He yelled at them, but nobody would listen as they all fixated on a single goal, getting the power. Without an ally beside him, Roy fled, discovering a location to hide while his heart thumped in his chest. An illusion was conjured, his former teammates discovering it and killing the fake without realizing their leader lived on. As they returned home planning on bearing grim news, Roy sat beneath the bridge of a lonely creek bed. A frown planted on his face as he realized he would be alone in this world. His troop no longer desired his presence, they were merely a group of traitors looking out for themselves.
Hours passed before Roy finally rose from the creek bed, a plan passing through his head as he walked towards the closest town. He purchased parchment with the coins he had on him alongside some ink before writing down the exact whereabouts of the troop who betrayed him. Come evening, it was secured to the guard’s door and acted upon almost immediately, Roy merely lingering long enough to watch the horses depart from a safe location. Afterwards, he left, deciding to take his leave rather than linger where he could potentially be caught. He travelled everywhere, making his money through theft in order to survive on his journey. He was uncertain how many of his former allies were captured, but he heard the rumours of how the so-called Bandit King was not there and claimed to be dead. Nobody knew he was the infamous man who led them through some of their golden years except the people who believed they killed him on that evening… Alas… Roy got vengeance.
He travelled around plenty, enjoying himself, swindling people and betraying those he saw as untrustworthy until he was approached by a mysterious man. A disguiser who offered him a place amidst the Assembly of Phantoms. They held proof of his lying and stealing and promised betrayal would lead to execution. Yet, Roy fancied the notion of joining the Assembly... his criminal actions would be condoned and useful... Thus the former bandit agreed and enrolled as an informant. Years were spent with Roy having to prove his loyalty, alas, the man could hardly complain as he got paid for betraying others and giving the Assembly information. When trust was granted, they requested for him to move to Lorsette, which he agreed. He settled there, finding a home in Aria and his power-hungry stomach quenched after being betrayed first. Later, he discovered a surprisingly attractive blue-haired man, and promptly flirted his way into fling. Indulging oneself was always a blessing, but this mysterious man was strange… he wanted to know more...
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- Likes: Hard liquor, stealing, gathering information, snakes, water, camping, nature, the Assembly, relaxing, mystery novels, flings, covering his face, deceiving others, money, expensive items, stealth, horror movies, the horror genre - Dislikes: Horrible fathers, losing, moralistic individuals, seriousness, gum, mint chocolate, Heaven species, stereotypes, assumptions, being recognized as the Bandit King, confined spaces, locks, prisons, iron bars, loud noises - Fears: His former comrades, being trapped - He keeps his favoured weapon which is a falchion sword. - In his younger years he was referred to as the Bandit King. A frightening leader who used his illusion manipulation to scare his comrades into listening. - His loyalty to the Assembly of Phantoms mostly remains because he knows the consequences of leaving, however, he also enjoys the group since his horrible behaviour can be seen as acceptable. - Physically, Roy is rather strong, but rarely uses that physical strength in battle. - Occasionally, Roy will indulge in a fling for the simple purpose of amusing himself. Despite this, Roy has never actually dated anyone. - It is believed that some of his comrades from when he was renowned as the ‘Bandit King’ are still alive, thus he dislikes being recognized by the name. - Fear is food, thus Roy absolutely adores the horror genre. - Roy was betrayed by his bandit troop around when he was 30 years old and had a 10 year long rule over the troop. - His soulmate is Paxton Rose.
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☆ NAME chibi magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years
☆ TIMEZONE central
☆ GENDER female
☆ AGE twenty
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