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.
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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!
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 332
NOTES N/a
Awkwardness manifested from the requirements weighing on Myson's shoulders. He wanted to share a pleasant evening with Sven and those who accompanied him, but Patolli was an important person in his life. For thousands of years, the blue-haired man was married to Patolli, thus he felt obliged to discuss the situation with him. Their marriage was important to Myson and among the main things which inspired endless happiness. There was a need to invite Patolli and furthermore explain Sven was one of his army friends.
The oni hoped his old friend would understand the situation, although, his vagueness failed to help matters. The banes of possessing a secret relationship displayed themselves. Outright admitting he was married was difficult because of the dangers which would surround Patolli and the possible disappointed handed down by his parents... They still believed he was searching for the hand of a woman to give them grandchildren... When Sven responded, Myson flinched as he hesitantly took the phone to provide the man his number.
Slowly, he placed the coffee on the sidewalk to type the number into the cellphone. He felt uncertain about what to say to Sven because of the situation presented to him, thus he slowly typed in his number. Once completed, the oni handed back the cellphone and listened to the words which escaped Sven's lips. A frown traced Myson's lips as he knelled to grab the coffees. He despised making his friends feel bad...
"Listen... it isn't you, okay?" He sighed softly. "It's just... after the war, I got married and I need to ask him first. I want to invite him, if that is okay. I just... with my rank, I worry about him getting in danger, you know?"
Each word was softly spoken with serious tones because of the circumstances. He cared immensely about his friends, even the ones he was separated from for centuries. After his words, Myson glanced around, surveying the area cautiously before his eyes landed back on Sven.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 471
NOTES N/a
Undoubtedly, Myson disapproved of Sven's wishes to reconnect with Noah Sullivan, however, he would not sabotage his mission. If the silver-haired man desired to risk his safety to visit the infamous Dark King, the blue-haired hunter would stand aside. He acknowledged Sven would make his own choices, therefore, Myson could merely warn him about the possible dangers which lurked near the residence of the Dark King. The wraith became a well-known figure in the war against the Assembly and Myson knew of the man's ventures in battle.
A soft frown remained on Myson's lips as he quietly watched Sven, waiting for a response. There was no other information the oni could provide to the reaper. Information was crucial to the TRS, therefore, any addition facts labelled as confidential could not be granted to his dearest friend. Then again, the guards placed around the Dark King's castle made it difficult to gather information about the interior to begin with. He watched quietly as Sven acknowledged his words before allowing silence to fall for a few moments.
Reassurance was granted shortly afterwards when Sven stated he would take the necessary precautions. A gentle, half-smile touched Myson's face upon hearing those words. The last occurrence he wished for was Sven receiving an injury because of the dangerous situation.
"Yeah, but still it is a dangerous place," Myson commented.
The oni brought his coffee to his lips, taking a small sip as he turned to leave the alleyway. He assumed Sven merely wished for privacy when it arrived to the topic of Noah's location. As he prepared to depart from the alleyway, he heard the silver-haired man's invitation which prompted the elite hunter to stiffen slightly. How was he going to non-romantically invite Patolli with him? If his green-haired lover disapproved of the notion of informing Sven of their relationship, Myson planned on feigning a meager friendship opposed to marriage.
A quiet umm drifted through his lips as he turned and favoured Sven with a shrug. An awkward smile stretched across Myson's lips as he searched for the appropriate words to explain his uncertainty. What did not assist him was the wedding band wrapped around his finger to signify him being taken.
"I... might have to get back to you on that... sorry," Myson began before releasing a sigh. "There is someone I would have to talk to first... A friend of mine... Maybe he could come? ... Also, do you have a phone? We could exchange numbers."
Maintaining a secret relationship was not a simple task for the oni. There were plenty of instances where the hidden aspect would be threatened by invitations or attempts at spontaneous acts of romance. That was the problem with being bound by marriage is the partnership required the participation of two people, therefore, he needed some permission from Patolli.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 394
NOTES N/a
There were severe differences in the stances taken by Myson and the infamous Noah Sullivan. Friends drifted apart and considering the aftermath of the war already laid the desired path for the blue-haired oni, he failed to stay connected. The promise from his past led him down the familiar roads he used to return to the army. Through the pleasant countryside back to the little farm his saviour restored him. After the War of Traitors, he knew the person he wanted to profess his endless love for. Since meeting Patolli, he knew the individual he wanted to spend the entirety of his life with.
Those connections was cemented the first time Myson interacted with the green-haired beauty. He broke off from his friends, missing them quietly, but discovering endless merriment in his secret marriage. A few friends managed to stick around, but Noah was unfortunately not among them. The fallen angel disappeared sometime after the war until Myson discovered his obvious association with the Assembly of Phantoms; he was even unaware of Noah's demise. The oni was distracted by lovestruck thoughts and operating his ventures.
Neutrality was something Myson expected, therefore, when mentioned by Sven, he shrugged in return. If his silver-haired friend decided to avoid the main conflict, then he would accept that. Nonetheless, the following request surprised Myson. A grimace breached his usually cheery expression. He knew where Noah resided, however, it was nowhere pleasant because of the overwhelming Assembly forces.
"Well... I know where he is... There is a village about an hour away from Lorsette... On the outskirts is a castle called the Dark King's Castle... but I warn you Sven, he's surrounded by AP. I get your neutral, but if you aren't careful, they can be a little... forceful," Myson explained, grip tightening around the coffee cups. "Most TRS know of his home... It was useful for when the Assembly took over Aria. Well fortified and ruled by someone with plenty of military experience. Not a place TRS want to approach unless we have to."
The former Hell soldier proved to have some vague concepts about the castle near Aria. The Dark King was a notable Assembly figure both from rank and his involvement in Aria's conquer. The castle overlooked the village and gave the Assembly an advantage with its positioning and the person who ran the building itself.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 541
NOTES say something nice
The offered coffee was taken by Sven, opening one of Myson's hands. Immediately afterwards, the oni's open hand reached for the stacked cup. Carefully, he grabbed the cup, assuring he held a firm grip on his coffee. The blue-haired man glanced over Patolli's coffee, analyzing and assuring nothing bad happened to it while under his stack. A satisfied smile stretched across Myson's face when he noticed everything was fine. He always worried about Patolli and the things he purchased for his beloved secret husband; he wanted him to be happy.
A nod of thanks was provided by his old friend and Myson responded with a friendly smile designed to say 'you're welcome'. They began walking down the sidewalk together, a slight excitement in the oni's step because of the notion of conversing with Patolli. Despite Sven's presence, Myson planned on proceeding with his plans to please his husband. It felt necessary because of the intense love they shared between one another. An inquiry escaped Sven's lips, the type which made Myson contemplate the many things he accomplished during their separation.
"I guess I have done a lot since I last seen you," he stated with a chuckle and friendly grin. "After the war, I visited the person who saved me on that day I was separated. We traveled together since. Then I started a mercenary group and worked with that until all this Assembly and TRS stuff came up. I joined with my mercenary troop and now I'm an elite. What about you?"
A brief explanation was given with the things he accomplished, however, he remained vague when referring to Patolli. Their marriage was a secret, therefore, he would not mention it until he received permission to. They entered a quieter section of sidewalk, people gradually thinning out as they avoided them. A soft grip wrapped around his elbow, prompting Myson's eyes to glance over at his silver-haired friend. He obeyed the gentle leading of Sven's grip, an eyebrow raised in confusion because of the actions.
They entered a more private location based off the observations of Myson. His enchanting blue eyes glancing around their location out of pure instinct. When they arrived, his elbow was released. He listened to his friend's words, the man's piercing silver eyes locked onto him. The oni matched his gaze, feeling the requirement to meet those eyes. The mere mentioning of Noah made the elite hunter stiffened as he realized who Sven was speaking about. He watched as Sven took a sip of coffee before proceeding with his words, mentioning a patrol.
When the following question arrived, a soft sigh escaped Myson's lips. The infamous Noah Sullivan was officially a soldier for the malicious Assembly of Phantoms. A frightful wraith who managed to dispose of anyone associated with the TRS.
"Sullivan joined the Assembly... As far as I'm concerned, I'm not his friend. I don't befriend people who work for those mongrels," Myson responded quietly. "He went to the Assembly, I joined the TRS."
The provided information was vague, impart to Myson's lack of information on Noah's recent affairs and successes and his previous statements related to the war. They took arms on opposite sides, therefore, Myson ceased familiarizing himself with Noah's life and situation.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 437
NOTES N/a
A broad grin played across Myson’s lips despite the earlier interactions. Even the expression-lacking countenance of Sven failed to dampen the oni’s newfound cheerfulness. Friends from the past were always a treat for the blue-haired man. He already planned on telling his dearest Patolli all about his interaction with Sven. Admittedly, the eldest Hammerstein never expected to rekindle some old friendships; especially today. Fortunately, his secret plans for his husband could be delayed slightly, although, he prayed not too long.
There was desires to interrupt Patolli's work to brighten his day, however, a few minutes would not be problematic... right? The coffee would not become frigid from the cold temperatures because of his manipulation. The locket could easily be picked up a little later and secretly handed off to his green-haired beauty. Besides, the opportunity to interact with his soldier buddies was a rarity. The silver-haired man explained his decision to begin a conversation, pushing forward to state they needed to catch up.
A tight-lipped smile stretched across his lips as he nodded at Sven. Catching up and coffee sounded magnificent.
"Sure, sounds like a good time," he replied happily. "It's not everyday I get to meet an old face- er... or I guess an ancient face."
A light-hearted chuckle rose from Myson's throat as he scratched the back of his head. The oni moved to walk down the sidewalks, eyes observing the scene around him. Gradually, their steps led them closer to the infamous Crescent Moon Cafe. When they arrived, Myson turned to nearly head inside, until he heard Sven's voice. The blue-haired man nodded slowly, pausing a moment when important things were mentioned.
"Well, I do have one thing to do," he began. "I have to pick up a third coffee and something at a jewelry store. I... will tell you about it later though. Anyways, what kind of coffee do you want?"
Nobody was aware of Myson's marriage to Patolli, therefore, he remained vague about his actions. He wanted Patolli's opinion before giving Sven any information. They were partners in life, designed to work together because of their vows and magical connection. Once given the coffee order, Myson entered the cafe and approached the front counter. When his turn arrived, he ordered Sven's choice of coffee, his favourite and finally Patolli's favourite drink from the cafe. A tray was offered, Myson refusing as he managed to stack two of the drinks and safely hold one in his hand.
Balanced on the two coffees was his, the oni only willing to risk his beverage. Upon exiting, he hurried towards Sven, offering him the un-stacked cup.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 344
NOTES No worries!
Nerves tensed as Myson returned the silver-haired man's gaze, refusing to back down because of sheer instincts. A soldier and a Hammerstein, it motivated the oni's reasons to stand firmly despite the fear manifested from the man's presence. Similar to those days they rode to war, the sensations of fear were fiercely fought by Myson's unwillingness to back down from the situation. He practiced calmer breathing, dictating regulated breaths as he stood, brilliant blue eyes remaining firm as he accomplished his personal expectations.
Through the fear, Myson maintained a stern expression, eyes fixated on the man. He appeared seemingly fearless, however, the man's magic imposed upon his emotions. When the familiar face spoke, brows furrowed at the peculiar arrangement of words. Was this an old, but forgotten family friend? His father collected plenty of those because of their prestigious rank. There was easily a possibility because of their long lifespans and copious interactions with fellow soldiers. The oni's eyes narrowed slightly as he began analyzing the man's appearance.
The man inquired about his plans, a brow raising. Did he break an unknown law or something? The confusion consumed Myson as he stood silently.
"Uhhh, getting coffee... Am I supposed to know you from somewhere? Cause I'm sorry, but you might be looking for Marshall Hammerstein," Myson answered, attempting to be helpful.
Marshall Hammerstein was Myson's father and a colonel in Hell's Army during the days of the War of Traitors. A cold stare was fixated on him, a sigh leaving the man's lips. The oni tensed until finally hearing the man's name. Finally memories were accessed as Myson released a light-hearted laugh in response.
"Geez, Sven! You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were somebody who was angry at me for no reason," Myson chuckled.
The situation became amusing after hearing the man's name. Sven Kenji was a face known from the War of Traitors, a fellow soldier from those days. He was among the oni's friends during those days, somebody he stood beside and fought next to through many years.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 527
NOTES N/a
Missions were regularly handed out by the Terror Response Syndicate and at times those responsibilities needed to be handed to other members of Myson's Mercenary. Work frequently distracted Myson, and recently he felt he was ignoring his precious husband, Patolli. The stresses of hunter weighed heavily onto his shoulders, the elite hunter defeating terrors while getting hurt a couple of times. It inspired his reasons to take time off to plan a special surprise for his dearest husband in hopes of proving his never-ending love for him.
In the morning hours after Patolli headed to work at the TRS, Myson dressed himself in warmer clothing. A simple pair of blue jeans and a white, long-sleeved shirt. A jacket was pulled over the blue-haired man's shoulders, zipping it up to survive the winter weather. The wallet was grabbed from the counter, his phone following as he shoved it into the depths of his pockets. A smile traced Myson's lips as he exited his shared home. Through the sidewalks, Myson strolled down to the Northern area, having a plan to grab a coffee before starting his plans.
The oni had the entire day to prepare his plans for Patolli. The first of these plans involved picking up a drink for Patolli from the infamous Crescent Moon Cafe. The hunter planned on bringing coffee and a small box he could hide in his jacket pocket. He planned on retrieving a specially designed locket today, one he requested to have specially engraved and designed. He wanted Patolli to feel special, therefore, he would sink a chunk of his money into something he would adore. The plan was in motion, the elite hunter smiling broadly.
Outside was a pleasant winter day, sunlight shining over the wonderful snow-filled fields. Light made snow shimmer beautifully on the magnificent day. This was an excellent day to execute his special surprise for his dearest Patolli. Through the sidewalks he stepped, getting closer to Crescent Moon Cafe. Should the drink start getting cold, Myson would use his fire manipulation subtly to heat the drink again. Calmly, the oni walked, the steps well-timed, thoughts occupied with his surprise... until the tone shifted.
The atmosphere altered as the hairs on the back of Myson's neck stood on edge, the blue-haired man stopping. Unexplained fear pressured the elite hunter, something he rarely felt even when facing the worse of terrors. A voice sounded behind him, Myson stiffening as he turned quickly, discovering someone familiar. He stared at the man stationed behind him, a person he knew. The man had long, grey hair and facial features which allowed Myson to notice something. Unfortunately, the sudden effects of unexpected fear was a suffocating experience that made thinking straight.
"Uh... Myson Hammerstein," he responded quietly.
Discomfort manifested from the unexpected emotions rising because of the man's presence. There was something about the familiar man who instigated fear without much issue. Nonetheless, the elite hunter managed to stand tall, his instincts being to remain brave against the man. The oni's eyes analyzed the man, trying to focus on discovering this man's identity. Gradually, he was adjusting to the emotions manifesting from the person's presence.
As a Hammerstein, Myson has inherited several traits from his strong bloodline, his appearance evidently similar to his father. Therefore, Myson stands at a taller height of 6’1”, making him taller than most men. The size of his height allows Myson to appear porportionate because of muscular disposition. Having a past related to soldiery, Myson is a larger man, his body trained for combat. Thus, several muscles cover Myson’s body, making him appear bigger to most individuals. He has muscular arms and legs, allowing him to hit people hard, which has been maintained because of Myson’s job as a TRS hunter. Myson has abs covering his core, further showing his strong body type. Due to years spent fighting, Myson has developed calloused hands, making them rough to the touch. Similarly, Myson is covered in several scars from his time serving Hell’s army and the Terror Response Syndicate. The most prominent is one which stretches across his right side. There is another long stretch across his chest. These scars appear paler than his fair complexion. Several tiny scars are on his hands, these are training scars.
Prominent facial features are Myson’s high cheekbones and a strong chin which make his face appeared more chiselled. These features give Myson an attractive face which suits his muscular body. His nose’s shape is average, sloping down before reaching the tip where there is a subtle upturn to the shape. Light cyan hair covers Myson’s head, the sides and lower back cut short to a stubble shortness. The top is longer, about average length for a regular male, which is side-swept to the right. The longest tip from his the center of his head reaches just below his eyes. He frequently maintains this hairstyle, thus people rarely see his hair styled in another manner. Similar to his hair-style, albeit, paler in colour. Under most circumstances, Myson’s facial expression display confidence and happiness. He rarely displays sorrowful or angry expressions, mostly because he prefers being a happier person among other reasons.
Clothes are something Myson changes up frequently depending on his mood and sometimes his husband’s desires. When off duty, he often wears casual clothing, simple things without much restrictions. Shirts and pants are interchanged, Myson only concerned about assuring his clothes are not tight or inappropriate. While he has some preferences, it can be difficult to notice because of how often Myson changes up things. Under most circumstances, he is attempting to please his precious husband, Patolli. At all times, Myson wears his wedding band as a symbol of being taken. He does not wear any other jewelry, finding it sways too much and becomes bothersome. During work hours, Myson wears a TRS uniform with a slight alteration to his uniform. Beneath the words “TRS HUNTING DIVISION” in smaller texts that says “MYSON’S MERCENARIES” which is a minor alteration done since he works in a group of hunters. Everything else matches the regular TRS hunter uniforms, the colour being red because of his elite position.
Inside the Hammerstein family, there is a weakness a majority of people learn very quickly. A rage hides inside this family, a sudden release of magical energy which results in the manifestation of oni-like traits. A pair of dark-red horns will appear from his forehead, his teeth growing sharper as anger takes over. These horns are long, curving out and reaching a slightly lighter tinted horn. The sharpened teeth mostly affects his molars, making them extremely long and sharp; they can inflict damage in this state. There is a subtle tinge of red in his complexion, however, never takes the full colouring.
Fire Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to control fire in the form of fullborn flames or meagre ambers. Through the manipulation of flames, the user can increase the temperature of certain areas by making their flames stronger. In the soldier's branch of the Hammersteins, fire manipulation is considered among their most useful tools in combat. The capability to create flames and manipulate them is considered an honour among the soldiers in the family. Thus, from a young age, Myson was taught the magnificent art of fire manipulation. His years of training has allowed him to effectively conjure flames in the palm of his hand, creating them out of nothing. If Myson has the energy, he can manage large-scale fire manipulation. Something Myson is renown for is covering his weapons in flames in hopes of doing more damage. This being said, everything with flame manipulation revolves around energy with Myson.
Creating flames consumes more energy than manipulating and strengthening from an existing force. The more Myson is required to create, the more energy will be diminished. Similarly, large-scale manipulation consumes energy very quickly because of the amount Myson is required to manipulate. This can be similarly stated for complex manipulating styles which can similarly drain water. The biggest predator of his flames is water, therefore, water manipulators can easily disarm him of the thing that makes him strong.
Enhanced Strength -- Advanced The ability to enhance one’s strength, allowing the individual to accomplish great things with a powerful strength. The oni’s powerful strength allows Myson to overpower others because of this ability. In the Hammerstein Family, strength was among their most powerful traits. The capabilities of Myson’s strength allows him to hit hard and carry heavy items. These strong hits allows him to overpower most people in a battle of strengths. Those with mastered strength can outpower Myson, but will likely find it difficult because of how strong he is. However, the more strength he uses, the more energy he will use. Should he be reckless, Myson can hurt his muscles by overdoing his strength, making them become stiff and sore.
Fear Inducement -- Intermediate The ability to induce fear into the hearts of others. Myson is not overly capable with his fear inducement, however, he can use it as a stun. It works briefly, creating a burst of fear which surprises his opponents. His fear inducements can only work for a few moments, making it not super effective.
Hexes -- Beginner The ability to draw a circle with blood or chalk to use a hex. In the Hammerstein family, the men are not as thoroughly taught about hexes because of their expectations to enter battle. They are taught heavier in fire manipulation and enhanced strength, leaving their hexes extremely weak. While some teach themselves healing hexes, Myson has failed to do so since he enjoys being healed by his husband, Patolli.
Naturals: Enhanced Durability, Fire Immunity, Immortality
weaknesses
Rage Mode: Unique to most oni and other species, Myson essentially has a “rage mode”. While this strengthens his abilities slightly, there is a significant downside to how Myson’s rage mode operates. Rage mode is a massive influx of magically energy running through Myson’s veins, making oni horns spawn on his head. This influx results in massive amounts of Myson’s energy being used. When this energy runs out, Myson will immediately faint and similar will be done the instant his rage mode disappears. This mode only activates when Myson is extremely angry, thus he has no control over its activation.
Holy Water: When splashed with holy water, the liquid can burn Myson’s skin. These burns are severe and cannot be healed with healing hexes. If exposed to holy water long-term, Myson could potentially die because of it.
Water: Fire manipulation is something well-known for owners, their affinity for fire being a major part of their life. Thus, one of Myson’s weaknesses is water itself. Water can cause Myson to feel faint or even extinguish the flames he makes.
Blessings: The power of blessings fails to assist Myson under all circumstances. If a blessing is used on Myson, it can cause him to become sick. This sickness diminishes his powers and results in him being unable to use his ability.
backstory
An appraised military family, those were the words frequently acquired when describing the Hammerstein family. Expectations stationed themselves hefty upon the shoulders of prestigious family members. As soldiers in Hell’s army, they were servants of Volos, their grand god who presided over Hell’s cave-like lands. Defending their beloved god was something laid hefty upon their shoulders, a prestigious family of oni, powerful in strength and abilities with fighting skills to transform them into a worthy adversaries. The head of the Hammerstein Family, Marshall Hammerstein, was a colonel of Hell’s army, prepared to fight at any moment. He had married a noblewoman named Felicity, a sweet, kind one with a knack for healing. Some believed it was destiny, Marshall’s prestige allowing him to marry easy. Together, they planned for a large family. The love shared between them was a powerful force, something people expected when seeing the pair together. Their first child was a boy named Myson and the heir to the Hammerstein name.
From the beginning, Myson became a leader, albeit, a bossier one because of his many younger siblings. Living in an enormous family with 9 siblings was not easy, however, he nonetheless enjoyed it. Their perfect little world featured a marvellous life provided by their noble mother and military father. As the eldest, Myson was given endless responsibilities and training related to becoming a soldier. His father wanted the eldest son to follow in his footsteps and Myson hung to his stories of heroics. Throughout his childhood, Myson would play games with wooden training swords or practice with his father. As he grew older, Marshall trained him in weapons-based combat and hand-to-hand. His eldest child, a shining example of a soldier just as he dreamed. Praise showered Myson, his father proud of his developments in training. Everyone noticed Myson was close with his dad, spending a lot of his free time training beside him or helping with the lessons of his siblings.
Their splendorous life manifested happiness for the Hammersteins, however, everything would be interrupted by the arrival of Heaven’s gates closing. The young Myson was training with his favoured weapon, a large axe, when his father abruptly arrived home from a trip to Heaven. Excited, the young man scurried after Marshall to inquire about his trip, however, he found his father vexed. Quietly, the eldest son followed as his father sought his mother. The words which escaped his father’s mouth surprised him. Heaven closed their gates to all Hell species. They’re claiming we caused mischief in their realm. The surprised squeak left Felicity’s lips as she closed the distance between herself and Marshall, asking if he was serious. A grim nod was given as response, his father speaking again. They have decided we’re not worth their trouble... it’s all prejudice.
Around the corner arrived the War of Traitors, the prejudice having been reported to Volos himself. Training was increased for days by Myson’s father as he explained he wanted his son to join them. In the course of a week, Myson was accepted into Volos’ army and placed under the command of his father. He was young at the time, fresh into combat with loads of training to assist with defeating the enemy. The eldest Hammerstein was involved in several battles, surviving with limited injuries. The adrenaline high from fighting was always welcomed, Myson finding his soldier life to be what he searched for. He won the fights he was involved in or managed to escape with limited injuries. Under the command of his father, Myson naively believed nothing could possibly go wrong. Marshall Hammerstein was a great colonel, intelligent and tactical as he relayed the demands of Volos. Throughout his time in the army, he managed to make friends, it was blissful...
A particular battle was proving to be rather difficult as Heaven species fought hard against Hell forces. Everybody was struggling to defeat their opponents, injuries being taken on both sides. The battle was brutal, merciless and hate-filled as each side worked to defeat the other. As Myson fought to defeat enemy forces, he was singled out and separated from his comrades by a group of five Heaven species. Without a choice, Myson was forced to keep moving back, trying to avoid attacks while trying to get around to return to his allies. The Heaven species would not allow it... They knew his name and they hoped to torment his father mentally with the death of his eldest son. They brandished cursed weapons, the blades painfully slicing through Myson’s skin. He approached a cliff edge, a large waterfall roaring beside them as he was backed against a corner. Fire was conjured, a futile defense as the enemy threw holy water, a burning sensation blazing across his chest. The young man screamed, backpedalling, balance fading as he fell over the cliff...
Darkness. The inevitability of death held a cold grip... but... warmth shook those cold hands wrapping around his body.
Eyes bleary, Myson blinked several times, head hurting from the unexpected dip into harsh river waters. He was badly injured, cuts and bruises mingling with gashes and scrapes. A groan of pain escaped his lips, the soldier’s eyes attempting to discern his location. He was inside of a barn, straw being a makeshift bed. Memories surfaced abruptly, Myson sitting up quickly, but pain erupted in his torso. His hands touched his stomach, feeling a bandage beneath his tattered war uniform. Somebody rescued him from the brink of death and brought him here, it was obvious. Only moments later would Myson meet the man who saved his life after the suffering he underwent. Patolli, the man who hardly knew him, but nonetheless decided his life was worth saving. There were dangers in helping strangers, yet, the benevolent man willingly housed him and addressed his injuries, even inviting him into the house. Uncertainty existed between them over the first days of Myson’s stays on his property. Despite this, Patolli continued to tend to his wounds, ensuring they were healing properly.
Across the shoulders of his saviour fell long, green locks of rich hair. A portion of his beautiful hair was tied back into a tight bun, revealing his magnificent facial features. Strong chin on a slender jawline, high-placed cheek bones and brilliant blue-grey eyes. Patolli was an attractive man. When moved to the house, Myson remembered a healing session where Patolli was examining the wounds on his abdomen. He reached out, softly touching his green hair, lips automatically forming words. Your hair is pretty and soft. After realizing his “error”, Myson had released the tiefling’s hair and murmured an apology. His saviour had an average body, albeit, with some muscle tone often hidden beneath his skin. The patient caught it in stray glances, whenever the man’s shirt lifted slightly and hugs he abruptly shared. Something had overtook him, but he failed to comprehend what exactly.
The words arrived as the healing process was being completed, months of recovery needing to pass before Myson was fully healed. The oni knew his true feelings towards Patolli, however, he refused to hurt him. If he returned those emotions and their bond deepened, he could perish and devastated him. I promise I will return after the war. I have something I need to tell you when I return, okay? There was a sad smile across the soldier’s face as he explained he would come here when the War of Traitors closed. With those words, Myson departed from Patolli’s home, tracking down and soon rejoining the army. He remembered the overjoyed expression of his father when he entered the army’s camp on earth. The tears which breached his father’s countenance as he reached, tugging Myson into a tight embrace. For months, he thought his son had perished in the war effort, however, he narrowly survived. Upon returning, Myson told his father the story of his survival, leaving out his feelings towards Patolli under the belief Marshall would disapprove of a male partner.
His father was determined to honour Patolli’s contribution, but agreed to wait until the war concluded. News was shared between them, his father explaining that their family was moved to earth, hiding under an alias in a predominantly hell species earth town for their safety. It was considered a base for hell species and was heavily guarded. His siblings and mother worked as healers or guards depending on their decision, allowing them to effectively assist with the war effort. They sanctioned distressed hell species, ensuring they still possessed a home until they could be moved to hell. The war raged on, Myson fighting harder because of his desire to return to Patolli when the war concluded. Eventually, the time arrived when the gates of Heaven and Hell were closed and high-standing Generals with determination to continue the war assassinated. In secret, Myson watched over his father, defending him from anybody with ill-intent. The war effort was abandoned for the safety of their family, and with the War of Traitors officially over, Myson led his family down the familiar roads to a little farm he knew well.
He reunited with Patolli, allowing him to meet the family who was thankful for the tiefling’s heroism. The skilled healer was given honours bestowed upon him from the former colonel, Marshall Hammerstein. After spending some time there, his father stated they needed to return home, however, Myson had a different path. He told his family he wanted to learn about Patolli’s farm, making an excuse to stay. He watched his family leave, hugs being shared between them as they prepared to depart. When alone, Myson returned to Patolli’s house, grabbed the man’s elegant, slender hands and confessed his feelings of love. From there, they spent more time together, their bond growing rapidly until Myson married Patolli in secret. Farm life became boring for the soldier, thus he started a mercenary group named Myson’s Mercenaries which worked out of the town. They disposed of bandits, working more as an offensive guard for the townsfolk.
The illusion of merely friendship existed to the outside world, Myson and Patolli kept their secret, romantic relationship. He believed his prestigious family name and ties to the War of Traitors could result in Patolli being injured, thus it remained a secret. They loved one another, therefore, when Zeredah’s forces rose, they joined the war effort. The farm was sold, the pair settling in Lorsette approximately thirty years ago to help with the efforts there. Myson’s Mercenaries became an elite group of hunters who worked under the Terror Response Syndicate. Throughout the fighting, Myson tries his hardest to be healed by Patolli opposed to anybody else. Although, with moving years and endless hopes for more, Myson hopes to reveal his marriage to Patolli to his family when the war between the TRS and Assembly of Phantom concludes.
misc
- Likes: Fighting, axes, exercising, games, horses, exploring, resting, comfy blankets, snuggling, flirting with Pat, reading, his family, chocolate, caramel, meat, tea, warm foods, learning, becoming stronger, dogs, writing poems, making Pat smile - Dislikes: Heaven, Heaven species, holy water, water, swimming, peppermint, night, the Assembly, ice cream, skating, winter, water, fast food, libraries, needles, hospitals, being angry, being underestimated, the gates being closed - Fears: Losing Pat, death, failure, getting angry, being trapped - Myson has 4 brothers and 5 sisters in his family. - He loves trying to flirt with Pat using little pasta references to tease him. He finds it hard to resist. - Despite not being much of a writer, Myson does try to write poems in hopes being romantic to Patolli. - He enjoys being healed by Pat, thus he dislikes hospitals where doctors tend to him opposed to his husband. He finds it more relaxing when it is Pat tending to him. - Myson has a tendency to act brotherly to others or sometimes bossy because he was the older brother of 9 younger siblings. - He met Sven Kenji during the War of Traitors and considers him a good friend. - His soulmate is Patolli Hammerstein.
roleplayer info
☆ NAME chibi magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years
☆ TIMEZONE central
☆ GENDER female
☆ AGE twenty
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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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