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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Opening the door to let her inside, he knows that he probably looks tired. He almost always looked tired if the words of others meant anything. Either that or chronically having a death glare plastered on his face. It had been awhile since he had anyone over to his house, even longer if it wasn’t work related. Yin and Honeydew were out of the house, probably on some sort of sugar hunt. ”You’re lucky I got most of it out of the way.” He closed the door behind her and figured he could put the rest off until later. The most important stuff had been taken care of, and that was what mattered for the moment. ”Plain is usually what I drink.”
He didn’t really like things loaded down with sugar, or specialty foams. That stuff was a little too intense, too cloyingly sweet. The last time Honeydew had brought him such a thing, his tongue had felt raw for days. He inclined his head at her question, the closest she would get to a nod. ”As ready as I’d ever be.” He gingerly took the coffee as she offered it, the warmth emanating into his hands. “Don’t need to tell me twice.” Immediately tipping it to his lips, he takes a drink. It was definitely needed, especially if he was going to try to crack the stone that was his face. Well, crack it without looking like he was some sort of serial killer.
He was pretty sure that’s what the apprentice had acted like he saw when he forced a smile last time, either that or like he had seen some vengeful spirit straight out of the grudge. Either way, it’s been quite awhile since he last saw that one in particular. Naoya can tell when he’s being avoided, but doesn’t care enough about it to do anything about it. ”More like worried you’ll waste your effort. I’ll probably look like something out of a horror movie.” He sighs lowly, taking another drink of the coffee. ”I don’t want you to start avoiding me too.” It was a first step, even admitting something like that. That he didn’t want someone to leave him alone.
“Not good enough, dragon boy.” The seraphim’s voice is cold, disappointed. As Naoya starts to rise, he’s pushed back onto the ground, the heel of Oriade’s boot digging into the space between his shoulder blades. “With the difference in your ages, if you tried to face him in a fight - he would chew you up and spit you out. You’re good - sure, but he’s older and stronger.”
“I know - now let me up.” Oriade’s heel pulled back, away, and the seraphim was waiting, a hand on one hip, and something between a smirk and a sneer on his face. “You must be desperate to toughen up if you tracked me down for help.” Naoya says nothing and Oriade shrugs lightly. “Kid you’ve got guts but if I was trying you’d have been dead a long time ago.” Stretching out his stance, Oriade drew the rose rapier he always kept at his side.
“I think in order to get through to you how much you have to learn I have to show you just how easily you could die.” The seraphim was fast, almost too fast for Naoya to really track what was going on. He barely managed to sway himself out of the way of the first slice - but even that wasn’t really enough. Silver hairs were cut through by the flashing blade and before he could move further, he felt a shuddering kick sweep his feet out from under him and throw him back on the ground. The tip of the beautiful rose blade was at his throat. “Checkmate. You better try seriously now, boy, or I’ll feed you to your father myself.”
Day after day Naoya met with the elusive and fierce seraphim in secret, juggling the exhaustive battle training with the duties he had taken up by joining the TRS. Almost every meeting ended with Naoya on the ground and almost too tired and sore to go home - but it was something he considered necessary. Slowly he began to be able to take more and more. Slowly he began to be able to actually start to catch his mentor off-guard.
Oriade’s fiery hued wings unfurled as he swiftly parried the blow of Naoya’s sword and ducked around it, smashing the hilt of his weapon against the side of Naoya’s face and causing him to stagger back. If Naoya was practiced grace, then his mentor was a blade dancer, naturally moving in the flow of battle as easily as he drew breath. It was hard practice verses someone who could practically control the flow of the battle itself. Spinning on his heels, the seraphim was quick to lash out again with his blade, Naoya barely again managing to shift just enough to make the blow sing past one ear.
Trading more blows and parries, Naoya could easily beat Oriade out on raw power - but Oriade was faster and swifter. He could parry a blow and use the momentum to his advantage, control Naoya’s movements like a puppet on strings. However, one day the tides shifted. Seeing an opening, for the first time in months, Naoya was able to touch his mentor in combat. He had faked the savage seraphim by releasing his weapon at the last second - and while the seraphim had over-focused on the large blade, struck a bone-shattering punch against the delicate seeming seraphim’s jaws. His mentor staggered back, a strange furious light dancing like a fire behind intense eyes - and Naoya expected punishment.
Instead Oriade cracked a smile - as fierce and wicked as it came off seeing. “So you’ve finally managed to touch me huh?” He put his hands on Naoya’s shoulder. “Never stop. Never falter. I know you can do it, and if you ever need my help - you know where to find me.” Naoya frowned a little more deeply - if he had come to know his mentor at all - that was a farewell. But he’s come far, he will survive. It’ll be okay.
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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.
