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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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.
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[attr="class","macbethoverlap"]BECAUSE THERE AREN'T ANYMORE CHOICES!
[attr="class","macbethbody"]Merely the presence of Magnolia brought easement to the weary father. His muscles ached from days spent roughing it through the wilderness and avoiding the malicious clutches of the Assembly. Chances were, his side of the family searched for him. The ones who cursed him with immortality and the consistent deep memories of times were considered unfortunate. Chances were, his perilous journey would enter the realm of easily recalled tragedies. An unpleasant existence for an immortal, however, one he continued nonetheless without a single complaint.
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He nodded at her words, following Magnolia with every step. He kept his mind fixated on the goal, getting to Magnolia's apartment where he could rest and sort everything out. As they approached the stairs, Macbeth nodded again, slowly at her words.
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"I'm glad we're almost there," he breathed out the words. "I more than need the rest."
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Gradually, he began up the stairs, taking his time and allowing sheer determination to overtake him. Finally, Macbeth was somewhere he could consider safe after days of traversing. As they reached the door of the apartment, an exhaustive sigh left his lips. When they entered, Macbeth's strides slowly as took him inside the warmth of Magnolia's home. The heat touched his cheeks, kissing them gently that welcomed him. For a moment, the dark-haired man closed his eyes, breathing in deep as the comfort and ease drifted over his shoulders similar to a waterfall.
[attr="class","macbethoverlap"]BECAUSE THERE AREN'T ANYMORE CHOICES!
[attr="class","macbethbody"]Acquainted with the weariness in his bones, Macbeth’s opinion was what would a few more steps do? The heaviness of his eyes hardly mattered given the thick fog of his mind. The exhaustion struggled to allow clarity or deep thought, thus, the yeti quietly followed his tengu daughter. Resting for the time was a nonexistent option for the father. Should he sit somewhere or lay down, undoubtedly his body would cease function and force rest upon him at the moment.
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The stiffness, the soreness, Macbeth felt it entirely. His clothes were covered in snow, the thin layers gradually melting into the cloth. Most would have crumbled beneath the chill of the environment, however, the TRS hunter was prepared to handle these dire straits. At the mention of lacking a car, Macbeth provided his daughter a questionable nod. He was not bothered by the circumstance admittedly, he came too far to fade away.
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“It’s fine. It’s best I don’t settle somewhere since it’s likely my body would not allow me to continue,” the dark-haired man explained quietly.
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The last thing Macbeth desired was to be stuck in a vehicle after a long journey. He learned hastily how extensive movement could diminish the body’s willingness to insight the ridiculous requirements. Thus, perhaps it was best to shuffle behind his daughter on a slow journey to her home.
[attr="class","macbethoverlap"]BECAUSE THERE AREN'T ANYMORE CHOICES!
[attr="class","macbethbody"]Weariness clawed deep into Macbeth's bones as he blinked. Travel had worn down the dark-haired yeti. Frigid temperatures, desperate circumstances and exhaustion were persistent threats as he dragged himself across the country. Miraculously, Macbeth had landed in Lorsette and before his daughter, however, mustering the intense emotions from being in her company was difficult. After the occurrences of his journey, Macbeth barely managed to embrace her. Fortunately, the blue-haired woman appeared understanding of his present circumstance.
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Through his exhaustion, he narrowly managed to notice the traits of sorrow. The tears from his daughter's eyes and the concern chimed beneath the strength of her voice. Discussions and comfort could arrive once the dark-haired yeti acquired rest and recovered from his rigorous journey. Yet, a single word stuck out, one that summoned soft confusion summoned from weary thoughts. After the cruel unfoldings at their home, Macbeth lost his original abode, launching him into the questionable situation he existed in.
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"Home," he echoed the word in a soft voice. "I'll... follow you on that. I should be able to manage the walk, Magnolia."
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A soft, reassuring undertone existed in Macbeth's rougher voice. Despite his exhaustion, the yeti could manage to walk further yet. However, he could sense in his bones that upon settling, he would be unlikely to rouse from his seat or where he laid despite the muck on his uniform. The yeti required rest opposed to cleanliness, and hours of it at that.
[attr="class","macbethoverlap"]BECAUSE THERE AREN'T ANYMORE CHOICES!
[attr="class","macbethbody"]Rolled off his shoulders was the intense weight of survival. The heft disappeared the instant Macbeth entered his daughter's embrace. Easement entered the dark-haired man's muscles, allowing him to relax in the young woman's hug. The warmth of his dearest daughtered was a welcomed sensation. Every experience in the precious moment allowed for him to confirm the reality of the circumstance. His arms tightened around Magnolia, his hand retreating to her back to rub her back. He hoped to soothe her, alas, given their situation it was unlikely.
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A deep inhale was accomplished as the yeti attempted to completely calm his body. While physically Macbeth calmed, his mind was rushing through everything at millions of miles an hour. The number of recent happenings muddled together inside the hunter's head, twisting together as he struggled to ponder a single topic. There were questions as to where his wife was or if the Assembly of Phantoms was following him down to Lorsette. He wondered if anyone knew he was alive or if they still believed him missing.
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The questions outweighed the answers the yeti received. There would be topics that required thought, however, the dark-haired man remained silent. As his daughter's fragile voice infiltrated his ears, his attention returned to her.
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"Tired, but alright," the man murmured wearily.
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A long sigh escaped his lips as he proceeded to embrace Magnolia. Despite requiring a location to rest, the yeti wished to hold the young woman a few moments longer. The people's staring eyes burning into them mattered naught for he needed a moment to hold her close. After handfuls of seconds passed, the yeti slowly pulled away, his red hues glancing over his daughter. He felt somewhat relaxed because he finally found a member of his family.
[attr="class","macbethoverlap"]BECAUSE THERE AREN'T ANYMORE CHOICES!
[attr="class","macbethbody"]Trepidation played across Macbeth's shoulders as he prayed his weary eyes detected the familiar traits of his dearest daughter. Months of travelling may have brought him here, on the forefront of warmth, comfort and reconnecting. The man's red eyes blinked heavily as they attempted to fixate, the heft upon his shoulders subtly easing as vague hope entered the dark-haired man. Between the tired gaze of a man who endured the endless turmoil of survival, his eyes managed to recognize her fully. The moment she turned, his red hues gazed upon the delicate countenance of a familiar face.
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After months of trudging through the world, picking himself up and surviving in the cruelness of the world... he gained the opportunity to view peace. Relief flooding over Macbeth's expression upon witnessing her face. His eyes traced every feature of the blue-haired woman he searched for. Each step taken had brought him closer and finally, it warranted the opportunity to ease himself. As the warmth of arms around arrived, the dark-haired man's inhale arrived deep as his arms gradually wrapped around the young girl.
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His hands rubbed her arms as he kept Magnolia close. Finally, he discovered his daughter, after the struggles of escaping the Assembly and lying low, he found her.
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"I'm glad you're alright," he murmured in a breathy tone.
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The TRS hunter's eyes closed as he tightened his grip around her, allowing his daughter's tears to stain his snow-covered and torn uniform. Finally, he returned to the pleasant embrace of family. A familiar atmosphere around him arrived to relax the young man. He allowed the silence to fall, caring naught for the scene or concerned citizens. He was finally home.
[attr="class","macbethoverlap"]BECAUSE THERE AREN'T ANYMORE CHOICES!
[attr="class","macbethbody"]A dazed glaze entered the dark-haired man's eyes as he marched forth through the suffocating hordes of people. Winter's bite failed to nip at his specially designed flesh, his tolerance of the cold exhibiting itself as he carried on. Months spent surviving in the cruel reality of the wilderness left Macbeth filthy, tired and mildly injured. The TRS uniform he wore on the evening of being left behind. Slow blinking eyes witnessed the horizon of colourful city lights as he gradually engulfed himself into the fray.
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Eyes marked him, bearing into him with confusion, concern or worries of sketchy behaviours. Ragged TRS agents were not unusual given the age they lived in. Hunters throughout the days received wounds as the clocks ticked forward until the final sunset arrived. The man's breaths were deep as he carried through, pulling away from anyone who dared reached in worry or stepped before him. The yeti was unyielding to his exhaustion, an autonomous man striving forward in spite of the burdens weighing heftily upon his shoulders.
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Wearily, Macbeth's eyes travelled over the waves of unfamiliar faces, praying to witness something, no, anything familiar. His eyes wished for the suburbs and mentally pleaded for the familiarity of Magnolia's abode. He craved the opportunity to see him, it was everything he wanted. Though his wish arrived as a scuffle reached his ears. The man's red hues flitted sideways, catching the fringes of blue hair. Abruptly, the hunter's eyes gained awareness, his fixation changing entirely as he woke.
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From behind her gentle shoulders, he witnessed the blue-coloured locks. A breath entered his lungs, being held as he hoped to be correct in his assumption.
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"Magnolia?" He called from behind the mysterious woman.
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He prayed for a correct verdict... As of present, his calling for a random woman in the streets would not bode well. The opportunity for people to believe him mentally unwell was high... thus it felt he had a single chance to find them tonight under the bustling city lights. [break]
[attr="class","macbethoverlap"]BECAUSE THERE AREN'T ANYMORE CHOICES!
[attr="class","macbethbody"]Cruel was the world for the bitterness commited in the frigid norths of the Canadian territories. A particularly grueling fight wore down a tiresome warrior, his body sore and abandoned amidst the fields of snow and ice. Foolish enemies never sought him out. A yeti capable of surviving the crippling colds of a malicious, albeit, gorgeous arctic scene. Then again, the value of spending further time in the harsh, blizzardy conditions would have been equally as foolish. If anything, the hunter renowned as The Glacier and officially monikered as Macbeth Okorie survived because of the turbulent blizzard raging across the battlefield that day.
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The contributor to his survival, but furthermore, his delayed return. Through the stinging needles of blowing snow, Macbeth had travelled to discover his home overran with Assembly of Phantoms members and his parents the ultimate victors. In a single day, his home was ripped from his hands, taken with frightful haste. Options became limited and the hunter was forced into a circumstance of travelling while evading Assembly forces. He survived off the land, working towards a goal as memories of family flooded his mind.
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Upon the footsteps of age, his daughter had retreated to Lorsette, Newfoundland for her college education. Those memories became a monument, a consistent reminder that not everything was lost. Thus through the snow, he trudged, down the hills and by the coast. He snuck into a travelling vessel and ended up in the province his daughter resided in. Weary from travel and persevering through weather conditions, the travel had continued. A hardened man pushed forward because of his stubborn wish to reunite with his family. When he managed, discerning the location and status of Zera would become easier and allow him to avoid bringing her into the realm of consequence.
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If she was a hostage to AP? The haunting thought would be greeted with an iron resolve to join the troops connected to the rescue efforts. However, Macbeth held faith in the woman he married and hoped she retreated to their daughter's stead. The paramount peril in remaining in their home was evident, and the yeti prayed for the best. He travelled on a hope, a prayer that Zera played her cards smart and they would reunite come the future. As the late afternoon of another day arrived, Macbeth's red hues would lay on the shining city where he hoped he would his wife would be alongside their daughter.
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Breath escaped his lips in faint whisps as he ventured down from the wilderness. The dark-haired man, exhausted and dressed in his TRS mandated uniform was an odd sight. Compared to the Newfoundland uniforms, Macbeth's held a notable thickness for weather resilience alongside other subtle changes. Though his designated location was shown with a small, provincial pin he kept that clung desperately to his uniform. His shoulders were slumped as he shuffled into Lorsette, lost, alone and weak from his travels.
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People noticed him, but Macbeth in his stubbornness pushed by and kept moving. He needed to find Magnolia and Zera... at this rate, it was required. Somewhat lost between the buildings, by accident Macbeth had discovered himself in the shopping district. A ghost covered in snow, red eyes searching for the blue-haired treasures he called family... He needed to find them.
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