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,bulk] A smirk appeared to play permanently across Micah's face as his purple eyes locked onto the foolish soldier. The young man was narrowly captured by pathetic bastards. The notion was equally ridiculous, however, the brunette had warranted time to criticize his assumed coworker. Though, the constructiveness of referring to the darker-haired man as a 'dumbass' was arguably nonexistent and counterproductive. However, nothing ceased 'harsh criticism' from leaving the lips of the Infernal Beast. Placing captured into any equation of this brand labelled it officially as a failed venture.
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As he awaited the ever-crucial answer from the stranger, Micah's wings stretched wide, revealing the entirety of their wingspan in a single moment. Muscles within his wings eased and loosened from the simple action, exhibiting their appreciation to the man who donned them. Despite his body language being characterized as relaxed via the stretch, the Assembly soldier's violet hues investigated their surroundings, analyzing them. The Terror Response Syndicate was already invading the outskirts and undoubtedly, more lurked.
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Their weapon's brandished and eyes playing the roles of hawks, the obnoxious organization would search for the fugitives. Their occupations were tracking down those affiliated with the Assembly after all. The brunette hardly graced the waters of foolishness given his circumstance. Thus, his eyes flitted about, his ears listened to his surroundings, and he paid attentiveness to the supposed Assembly member he discovered. Despite his arrogance and capabilities, Micah was aware trust was an earned commodity and nothing to carelessly hand out.
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As words escaped the violet-eyed man's lips, Micah's locked upon him. Uncertainty over distance, was enough to cause a soft tsk of annoyance to slip between the procubus' teeth. Meagre concepts of unforeseen setbacks were an irritation on the brunette's nerves, nonetheless, he would handle them appropriately. He was confident they could successfully escape from the observant eyes of TRS members... or murder or mutilate them before they could breathe a word; personally, the soldier preferred the murder option, but mutilation worked effectively as well.
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His wings remained stretched, Micah's blood-coated hands carelessly grabbing the opposing arms to cross them. It was evident he there was no remote care for covering his clothes in filth. Glints of arrogance filtered through his purple eyes as his smirk only widened.
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"If you can make it to Calico Forest we'll be fine, bud," Micah began before chuckling. "Besides, if we get held up we'll just kill the bastards who did it. They all deserve it anyways, the fucks."
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In seeming evidence of his disdain, Micah brought his foot back and kicked the throat-slashed corpse to the side. The dead man deserved death for following the TRS' wishes anyways... The demon's wings stretched to their full width once again as he jumped. The pair of large wings flapped throughout the action, gradually carrying him further into the air. From his increased height, he stared down at the darker-haired man.
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"Hurry your ass up cause I don't know about you, but I don't want to get cornered," the Infernal Beast shouted down to the other man.
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Impatiently he waited for the other man's take off into the skies above. The procubus' arms crossed, his fingers tapping as he waited for the stranger to join him. Perhaps it was a mere few seconds, however, Micah was hardly a convoy of patients. He exuded the contrast, impatient and reckless, desiring to dive into the heat of murder and walk away victorious and covered with his opponent's blood.
[attr=class,bulk] TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, Murder (mentions of blunt force trauma, stabbing, broken bones, burning)
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Dangerous wolf, roaming the streets, hands slicken with coppery-scented blood. Masked in the dusking world, Micah peered from the obscured window, purple eyes analyzing the world around him. Behind his back was the stench-ridden, death-bathed room where his atrocities laid broken. Several people laid, twisted, broken, burnt and blood. Red splattered across the roof and walls, a scene with critical evidence of blunt-force trauma and seemingly anger-influenced stabs of a knife. The crime was a wondrous artistic display, something difficult to link back.
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A cruel, malicious murder disguised as a brutal crime of passion. Silently, the perpetrator retreated from the window, admiring the ugliness of his profession. A man, skull bashed in after he villainously smacked him hard with the hefty candlestick. His stomach thoroughly burnt as the Infernal Beast pushed back the strong man with licking flames of evil. Chest decorated with badges of failure; littering of stab wounds. The man's head was dented up, the broken, blood-covered candlestick lying beside him.
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The weapon for his busted nose and fucked up face. Lacerations from sharp strikes, bruises from hard smacks of the blunt object. Meanwhile, the woman received a similarly cruel fate. A woman transformed into swiss cheese from the entrance and swift leaving of his knife. If he foolishly missed gagging her with her husband's blooded sock, she would have screamed louder than a banshee. The pooling blood on the floor brought a sickening coopery odour mingled with the stench of death. A wonderful perfume for a violent scene.
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The culprit, Micah Rey, held a sinister smirk despite his drenched work clothes. The long-sleeved shirt he wore clung to his body, ripped jeans permanently stained in the sinister liquid. He bore minimal wounds, merely the occasional scrape and bruise from the man's attempt to fight back. The target was him, a man dubbed Lorel Barkley. A former Assembly of Phantoms soldier who foolishly traded the blood-soaked background for the heroic stripes of the TRS. It was pathetic how one's resolve crumbled in the name of good deeds.
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As darkness began leaving the sky vibrant with streaks of colour, Micah returned to the window. Another quiet peek before Micah snapped his fingers. The disguise hex broke, wings revealing themselves from hidden slits in the back of his shirt. Wings stretched and primed, Micah edged onto the window ledge before tilting over. On the wind currents, Micah's wings picked up, flapping and allowing him to rise. Over the winds, the infernal beast soar, hurrying while his eyes flickered. At worse, people would pick up on his involvement in the savage homicide.
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Through the air he hurried, avoiding TRS while his purple eyes scanned below. In the obscured alleyway, he narrowly managed to notice the familiar dark and bright accented uniform of their enemies. Similar to a child drawn to candy, Micah quietly landed on the roof of a nearby house. Ears readied, the murderous man listened as the TRS spoke over the radio about catching an Assembly member... Quietly, he peeked over, noticing the TRS member holding a strong grasp on a dark-haired man the wolf failed to recognize.
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Curiosity flickered in his eyes. Perhaps a new member needing a hand? While the Assembly of Phantoms notoriously operated in a dog eat dog method, their ultimate goal remained the same; defeat the TRS filth. Furthermore, an opportunity was provided in the instant; assert his dominance over the new pipsqueak. Stealthily, Micah moved across the roof, gliding down to the alleyway concrete with his wings. He watched the TRS member, waiting for him to grow distracted with the captured AP member before creeping closer.
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Every step was levelled, slow, and quiet. The sounds made were muffled by the crowd of people hurrying home and chattering about. The hunter hardly stood a chance once his attentiveness waned. Abruptly, Micah reached out, fire coated hand covering the man's mouth as he harshly yanked him against him. Surprise and pain brought the release of his supposed ally's shoulder, and the hunter, unable to scream as the fire consumed his mouth.
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"Awww, does that hurt? What a fucking shame," his tongue clicked. "I better just put you out of your misery."
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In a single swift movement, the Infernal Beast sliced the man's throat. Blood splattered forward and moments later, his body would fall limp. Quietly, Micah released the hunter's burnt mouth, allowing him to fall against the pavement. Slowly, his purple eyes flitted to the assumed Assembly member. Screams sounded as people realized the crime committed in the shadowing of daylight to evening.
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"Dumbass, you got yourself caught," he chuckled at him. "Now hurry up, they're going to be on our fucking asses any minute. You better be able to fly."
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The Assembly soldier spread his wings out, a single glance over his shoulder serving as a check. If the dark-haired man claimed flying was impossible, they would be forced to break for the wilderness. However, once they entered Calico Forest, Micah was confident they could escape into the night, a pair of criminals.
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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.
