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.
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The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
A recluse, scared of judgement and being misunderstood for a thousand times. Will they ever understand? Or will I be left to alone forever?
[attr="class","scotttalker"]Inside the darkness of Scott's mind, his social anxiety played a cruel game. His fingers twitched anxiously as the man's heart rattled inside his chest. Every beat was a direct hit to the ginger's sternum, reminding him of the endless nervousness twisting inside his stomach and heart. Constantly, his green eyes flitted about wildly, as though confirming his safety at every ticking second. Social situations were never the anxious man's strong suit, yet, his determination reminded him of the overarching goal; to make new connections.
Hidden behind closed lips, Scott gently nibbled on the inner flesh of his mouth. The ginger-haired man desired the ability to smoothly speak with others. He wanted to avoid disappointing the individual he was paired with, which perpetually drove the concerns forward. Though, as the individual spoke again, nerves were gradually calm from the explanation provided by the stranger known as Leith. The generalized census about nobody being capable of managing the social occasions of meeting strangers without a single stumble.
The words provided by Leith gradually summoned the easing of Scott's shoulders. The tension left gradually as the blue-haired individual gave perspective to the emotions of others. Though, the single suggestion of sharing hobbies perked Scott up, his eyes locking on Leith.
"I like that idea... I just hope we have something in common," Scott spoke softly. "Um... well! I really like art, painting, drawing, stuff like that. I find it very calming. I don't mind playing a few relaxing games, like Harvest Moon! I think it's a cute game... What about you?"
The anxious man's voice exhibited the traits in a quiet, gentle tone drifting through his lips. He kept the information minimal, providing a few hobbies he appreciated. Relaxing games and the artistic interpretation of drawing and painting. It breathed endless amounts of life into his veins. The soothing nature of those hobbies allowed Scott to ease down and feel spared from the emotional turmoil of his social anxiety. His anxiety was nothing crippling, alas, it still resulted in difficulties aplenty. In his seat, Scott shuffled, adjusted from trepidation rather than discomfort in his seat.
A recluse, scared of judgement and being misunderstood for a thousand times. Will they ever understand? Or will I be left to alone forever?
[attr="class","scotttalker"]Temporarily allowing his art to rest was oddly hardly a travesty to Scott. At times, he appreciated allowing his sketch to sit for finishing later. In moments of desiring a small chance for accomplishing art, it was a marvellous brief moment. The anxious man's brilliant green eyes locked onto his pink-haired boyfriend. His countenance was marked with softened features, quiet and attentive in a single package. The gentle whine escaping through Nima's lips brought Scott's eyes to a subtle widening of surprise.
The kitsune mentioned an obnoxiousness plaguing his work experience for the day. A soft hum escaped the press as the kelpie adjusted, his legs crossing as he straightened his back. The ginger expected his boyfriend to plunge straight into the aggravations of his shift, yet, the circumstance proved different. The mumbled comment breached Scott's ears, resulting in a subtle waver in his brows. Confusion exhibited itself in the young man's countenance, as though he never accounted for how meaningful setting aside his sketching would be to the pink-haired man.
"Mmhmm, did you want to see?" The young artist began, thinking perhaps his boyfriend wanted a glance as the sketchy, horror-esk creation on his notepad.
As excitement laced Nima's words, the younger male's hand pressed against his chest. Through Scott's barely parted lips arrived a gentle 'meep' as his boyfriend's hand connected with his chest. The soft-touch had caught him off-guard, though, as his cheeks turned rosy, it was evident no complaints were being registered both vocally nor mentally. The redness of his elevated as a whine squeezed through his throat as his boyfriend complimented him further.
"Nimaaaa," he cried out. "Mmm, you're real sweet too you know... Besides, I want to make you happy."
Shortly, the hand on his chest retreated, returning in the form of a finger tracing his reddened cheeks. Narrowly escaping his sucked-in lips, a soft 'mmmm!' audibly rose from Scott. The ginger was notorious for being easily embarrassed, but fortunately, the circumstance allowed him to maintain a semblance of calm. The privacy of his bedroom allowed for optimal comfort to handle the barrage of sweetness being provided in the form of a pink-haired kitsune. At his question, Scott nodded to inform his answer rather than risking a high-pitched, squeaky voice leaking from his lips.
The starting of the story received an attentive reaction from Scott. His wide eyes observed his boyfriend, the tale of work trials providing enough time for his initial embarrassment to soothe. Though as Nima adjusted and his head rested against his chest, it flared briefly; physical affection was something the ginger was working towards handling with grace. Carefully, his arm roped around Nima's waist well his gaze watched the adorable bundle laughing and talking in his lap.
"W-well! That's unfair," he frowns a little. "You don't deserve that to happen..."
Given his social qualms, Scott could only imagine the nightmare customer service was and handling a rude, talkative coworker. The thought haunted him for a few seconds, and for once, he was grateful he was forced into a job of lonesomely cleaning the TRS hallways.
A recluse, scared of judgement and being misunderstood for a thousand times. Will they ever understand? Or will I be left to alone forever?
[attr="class","scotttalker"]Anxiously, Scott's thumbs twiddled together as he waited for the individual he was paired with. Fingers rubbing over the tops of his fingers in a soothing, circular motion as he attempted to settle himself. In automatic motion, the ginger-haired kelpie sucked in his lower lip to gently grind his teeth against the flesh. Millions of thoughts were filtering through his head without a second of hesitation. Sinister anxiety crept over his shoulders as the pressures of everything that could potentially go wrong weighed hefty on his shoulders.
He swallowed hard as he waited. What if his partnered hated him?! Or they failed to get along?! A soft, nervous whine left the depths of his throat. Forcefully, he removed his lower lip from his mouth, taking long, calming breaths. Around him, he heard people walking, conversing as easy as the sun rising in the morning hours. He wished for the capability, alas, Scott discovered himself stuck in his present situation. Another deep breath entered his lungs, down into the depths where it was held before being softly released in a long, slow exhale.
He adjusted his position, hands splaying onto the papery, white and red checkered table cloth used to decorate the picnic tables. Soothing words entered his head, tainted by the wolfish thoughts of his anxious brain. However, through it all he breathed, leveled it out, reminded himself he would be alright. In the soft breeze, he calmed himself with a set of simple preening gestures. A hand leaving the table to softly brush way loose strands of hair that escaped his ponytail before joining the other and ridding wrinkled from his clothes.
Only moments later would a surprised gasp escape his lips as his body tensed. Unexpectantly, his partner had arrived, Scott's anxieties distracting him at the perfect time. A whimper was repressed from the sudden comment as his green eyes analyzed his partner. A blue-haired individual with bright yellow-green eyes shining from their face. They were a radiant individual, somebody who seemed to hold boundless energy and sociability. Surprise flickered in Scott's green eyes as the young stranger eased themself before continuing.
A soft laugh followed by gentler words than the first impression. It somewhat brought about a calm to young Scott as his body recovered from the initial startling comment.
"It's okay," he began softly, hands returning to the table. "I'm Scott. Uh, Hettire! Scott Hettire."
A soft whine slithered through his throat as he closed his eyes for a moment. A mental message of confidence entered his head before shifting to thoughts of being honest. It all prompted a sigh from the young man.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this... B-but it's nice to meet you too! I will try my best, I promise!" The endings of his sentence hastened as Scott attempted to make up for delays.
The ginger's eyes flitted away from his companion anxiously, darting between their environment and his partner. While Leith appeared benevolent and harmless, the sinister claws of social anxiety rarely provided Scott relief; particularly in situations with limited familiarity.
A recluse, scared of judgement and being misunderstood for a thousand times. Will they ever understand? Or will I be left to alone forever?
[attr="class","scotttalker"]Time passed since the introduction of Nima into the household. The young pinkette was Scott's boyfriend and somebody he came to admire and enjoy the companionship of. Through a chat group fixated on artistry, the pair connected strongly and eventually began dating. Though, mutual intense emotions between one another was not the reason Nima lived inside the Hettire family home. The younger, pink-haired man was searching for his missing older brother and believed he resided in Lorsette. Therefore, after endless pleading, Scott managed to persuade his parents into allowing Nima into their home.
The successful persuasion arrived under the stipulations of separate bedrooms and no fooling around. It was a comfortable agreement considering their awkward age difference and lack of in-person interaction. Rather, the stipulation provided the well-needed adjustment time for the couples' relationship to blossom without hindrance. While their internet messaging festered their deep connection between one another, there was something special about face-to-face interaction. The opportunity to cuddle and converse openly was a delightful experience for Scott.
Those opportunities brought easement that refreshed the young artist. The endless days of accomplishing a job he received little satisfaction in was bearable with Nima's presence. Similarly, was bearing the burden of his father's seemingly endless disappointment. There was somebody there. Somebody who would listen and give him the attention and healing he required after a rough discussion or pressuring workday. It was something Scott admired and needed from the pleasant pinkette, and he would return those same sentiments.
However, in Nima's absence, Scott found himself listening to the gentle hum of a Netflix show while he lounged in bed drawing. Across the paper canvas of his notepad was another of his semi-realistic drawings of eerie creatures of the night. The page was shaded in darkness while his pencil added the finer details of a darkened monster. Long fangs protruded from its mouth while black spines broke from the creature's back. In an artistic decision, colour was introduced only in a sickening red, outlining the shapes of blood.
Subtle, but bringing a new eeriness to the fangs and claws. The trees sharply drawn on the page summoned the vibe of a haunted forest. Though, in the midst of his darkened art were words. Etched crudely in the corner were the words 'the beast of my mind feasts in the dark' written in all capitals. Distracted by his art, Scott only noticed Nima's return home when his bedroom door squeaked open. An inaudible 'huh' breached his lips as the ginger's green eyes glanced at the door. There, he noticed the pinkette and heard his soft whine and call of his name.
A soft frown graced his lips. Slowly, Scott shifted positions, placing his pencils onto the bedside table and closing his sketchbook. The remote was grabbed second as Nima flopped down. The volume was brought down to a lower hum as his attention shifted. A single inquiry pulled the corners of Scott's lips as he inched closer, arms slowly wrapping around Nima.
"Whenever you need," he answered in a soft voice. "And if you want, you can talk about it. It might help you feel better."
The suggested was given to bring forth future easement for his boyfriend. After a rough day, recovery snuggles, relaxation and a pleasant conversation were a well-needed comfort. In the pleasant hum of the television, Scott eased beside the pinkette, the playing show ignored in favour of Nima.
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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.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
