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 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.
[attr=class,punkifirstlinerule]I've been scarred...
[attr=class,punkisecondlinerule]and now I'm guarded
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[attr=class,punkinamerule]LUCIANO L. DAHMER
[attr=class,punkicountrule]625 words
[attr=class,punkibulkrule]Darkened clouds covered the blue sky above, blocking out any sunlight from hitting the world below. The suggestion of rain was insinuated in their colour, the coming rumbles of distant thunder narrowly reached Luciano's ears. The man's lips squeezed together, being temporarily sucked in as concerns entered his mind. Work had lasted for hours, however, the informant in his years learned that people would be hasty to escape the coming weather. A gentle sigh escaped Luciano's lips as his eyes flitted about the emptying streets.
Passing cars roared in the man's ears, his surroundings clearing out as people hurried inside or chose their vehicles over their feet. Initially, Luciano had used a vehicle to arrive at Lorsette, alas, the trip appeared useless given the arrival of abrupt, questionable weather. The blue-haired, bespectacled man took a deep breath as his thoughts came together. Earlier in the day, he informed his younger brother, Damian, he would be stopping by before returning to provide his information report. Alas, given the situation Luciano decided delaying work would prove a better option.
The man turned away, heading to the apartments of Lorsette. As his steps carried him, his hand automatically fished out his cellphone from his jean pocket. The plain case laid inside his hand and fingers. His thumb pressed against the home button, the device recognizing his thumbprint brought the main screen up. Within a few moments, Luciano entered the main screen of his phone and a few quickly timed clicks opened the infamous messaging app. Hastily, he typed the input message into the message containing Damian's contact.
Hey, sorry for the short notice, but I'll be there a little early. The weather is getting bad, so I might wait it out for a bit.
Inevitably, the storm would arrive and rue the gathering of information. People would stow themselves away with restaurants, cafes and other locations of social gathering potentially drying up. Unless a TRS member could be safely traced and followed, Luciano possessed limited options besides waiting. The additional rumbling of thunder reached his ears, a growing roar as the clouds approached. For a moment, his eyes flitted towards the sky, watching the darkening of the world and hurrying of arriving rain. The siren flinched subtly at the sights above.
Nothing boded well for him avoiding the starting of coming rain. Haste entered Luciano's steps, the young man picking up every stride to desperately escape the eventual downpour. Quickly, the bespectacled man's eyes scanned the surrounding area, catching the familiar landmarks down those concrete pathways. The breeze picked up with every step, tousling his hair and picking at his clothes. The wind broke through his coat, his thermal resistance sparing him from the upcoming cold fronts. An annoyed groan breached Luciano's lips.
The distance was closing, however, as the first droplets arrived a soft sense of concern stirred in Luciano's chest. Given his species, the blue-haired man risked exhibiting his water-friendly traits. Around him, the rumbles grew as the rain smacking hard against the sidewalks and his water-resistant coat. His steps grew faster, the siren entering a jog in hopes of arriving in time. Then Luciano's eyes witnessed the familiar sign of the apartment building his brother lived in. Hastily, he pushed through the doors, deep breaths circulating as he eased himself.
Through the second set of doors he entered, waving at the reception before heading upstairs. The man avoided the elevator, refusing the slightest chance of being stuck in an elevator should the power go out. In a few moments, he was on the correct floor and heading down the hallways of matching doors. When the correct number was read, Luciano approached and knocked on the door before stepping back to wait for his younger brother.
[attr=class,punkifirstlinerule]I've been scarred...
[attr=class,punkisecondlinerule]and now I'm guarded
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[attr=class,punkinamerule]LUCIANO L. DAHMER
[attr=class,punkicountrule]429 words
[attr=class,punkibulkrule]The buzzing of spring activated movement within the mixed district of Aria village. People discussed among themselves and created plans or accomplished the basic shopping for the coming days. His eyes flitted around, observing the many individuals around him. As of the morning, Luciano Dahmer decided to spend his afternoon away from work, thus he wandered. Behind his glasses, his blue eyes were constantly gazing, a curious glow available. Despite this, the siren kept entirely to himself, maintaining quiet and avoiding communication with the wandering strangers.
While Luciano's occupation depended on social interaction, outside of work the man preferred the beauty in quietness alongside communication limited to those he cared about most. After the tumultuous history served to him by his mother, Luciano was not prepped for long-termed social interaction on his own accord. Depositing time and trust in somebody he knew little about was difficult after the horrors he observed in his first home. A soft hum left his lips as his fingers twitched in his crowded jean pockets.
Each second he spent with a flitting gaze, eyes looking for signs. A sense of emptiness infected his stomach, hunger becoming apparent as time grew later into lunch. A soft, curious sigh escaped his lips as a hand reached for his phone. Slowly, the man stepped away from the walkway, fingering clicking the tap screen. It was growing later into the afternoon, however, with churning thoughts, the older sibling's mind wondered if his middle sibling, Lycoris, gained the opportunity to have lunch. Quickly, he opened the messaging interface, witnessing the dark-themed coloured.
Against the touch screen, Luciano's thumbs moved hastily. His fingertips tapped against the letter keys to form his message.
Hey, Lycoris? Have you eaten yet? Maybe we could have lunch together or something? I heard there is a new restaurant in the mixed district.
The simple message was left for his sibling to read. Whether she wanted to go or not would decide his next actions. Plenty of days had passed since he and Lycoris had an in-person lunch together, therefore, the notion excited him. A time to catch up on lives in person while fancying the food provided. Though, in the worse circumstance, the siren could easily pick something up and make alternate arrangements with his younger sister. With nothing set in stone, Luciano walked the sidewalks again, awaiting a message from his sister.
In silence his purple hues proceeded to flit about, excitement infiltrating his mind, hidden, but nonetheless existent. He craved the opportunity, thus he marched forward, hoping for some type of connection plan.
[attr=class,punkifirstlinerule]I've been scarred...
[attr=class,punkisecondlinerule]and now I'm guarded
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[attr=class,punkinamerule]LUCIANO L. DAHMER
[attr=class,punkicountrule]214 words
[attr=class,punkibulkrule]Awkwardly, the blue-haired man stood, uncertain about his actions and the exchange of words. Subtly, Luciano’s fingers twitched, kneading his palms with his rounded nails. The sensation was relatively painless, but one accomplished by a slight nervousness in his earlier foolishness. Unfortunately, the earlier transgressions occurred, trapping him in the ill-favourable present situation. Nonetheless, he stood in his chagrin, refusing to allow his complete humiliation display on his face throughout the engagement.
On the luckier side of fate, their interaction was preparing to close according to the manner they conversed. Perhaps they lacked common interests, leaving them in a situation where engagement was difficult. Could Luciano complain? Not after embarrassing himself without a single second thought to his decisions. The woman smiled at him as she stated how she should head out from the Assembly headquarters. She passed by slowly, her words leaving nothing, but confusion the longer Luciano listened. The woman wished for a future of friendship with the person who chased her down?
"Uh, yeah... Bye," the informant awkwardly responded.
Immediately, he turned tail and began heading towards the information firm to hear about the recent requirements for data. He found himself uncertain about the purple-haired woman, however, wished to not comment further on it. He created enough awkward situations for today.
[attr=class,punkifirstlinerule]I've been scarred...
[attr=class,punkisecondlinerule]and now I'm guarded
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[attr=class,punkinamerule]LUCIANO L. DAHMER
[attr=class,punkicountrule]290 words
[attr=class,punkibulkrule]Humiliated, those were the emotions Luciano was being haunted by as he stood in the presence of Vixen. His tasks consisted of information gathering, not protecting the agency and acting as a guard. The informant wished to withdraw from the conversation opposed to allowing his dignity to sink any further. All he expected was reprimanding for his foolish actions and inability to remember crucial members of the Assembly. Vixen was renowned for her contributions to the organization, even becoming a benefactor in the midst of her retirement.
Those were pleasantries the Assembly of Phantoms undoubtedly appreciated with the entirety of their souls. As he waited to listen to his idiotic follies, he kept his eyes downcast, brilliant purple hues now clouded over with a sickening sense of shame. Alas, when the words arrived, there were no threats or derogatory comments. Rather, she displayed him a kindness she never expected to receive. The siren’s eyes flitted to the purple-haired woman, his shock obvious. Not a shred of angered laced her playfulness or even a snide remark.
Unexpected mercy was demonstrated by the infamous woman of the Assembly, something Luciano could appreciate. The siren granted the acquaintance a hasty nod, glad he got off easy.
"Y-yes ma'am," Luciano stumbled out.
The blue-haired informant straightened his back, opting for professionalism after discovering the woman's position. He refused to display those moronic attitudes again despite her assistance of it being alright! As an informant, he was expected to know information about the members of the Assembly and gather more. Those requirements steadily stationed themselves onto his shoulders, leaving him hesitant to believe he was not in the wrong... Next time, he would inform a guard and allow them to handle the situation and question.
[attr=class,punkifirstlinerule]I've been scarred...
[attr=class,punkisecondlinerule]and now I'm guarded
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[attr=class,punkinamerule]LUCIANO L. DAHMER
[attr=class,punkicountrule]208 words
[attr=class,punkibulkrule]Awkwardly, Luciano stood before the infamous woman who supported the Assembly for years. Silence was a virtue, and perhaps he should have listened to the common saying. Instead, he followed the woman, foolishly believing her to be a potential intruder rather than a crucial gear in the system. Suffocated by the subtle anxieties of appearing idiotic, Luciano began displaying a timid set of traits. At times, he discovered himself feeling out of place in the Assembly of Phantoms, however, the informant could not leave his occupation.
Listening to the woman's words, Luciano found himself somewhat surprised by what was stated. The foolishness of his decisions was not reprimanded by Vixen which surprised the young man. Slowly, the siren gazed at the purple-haired woman. The hesitance of his stare only lasted for a few moments before retreating. Returning sentiments were accomplished through a meagre nod of his head. Rather than proceed to mention her enjoyment of being chased, the Assembly supporter inquired about his work in the organization.
"I'm an informant," the siren answered.
The answer was hastily offered by the blue-haired man. He considered it a requirement because of his moronic efforts to treat Vixen similar to an intruder when she was a crucial piece to the organization.
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