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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The Staff
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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.
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!
Jason almost laughed at her distrust. He didnt blame her one bit. Many people found his 'public' face to be annoying, and even agitating. He followed along behind her, silently taking notes on how she moved, and held herself. A Habit of his, from his days training on police work with dearest Dad. His optic network also took measurements of her form, allowing for later recognition from a distance, or from image profiles online.
He Considered the stiff and rigid posture of her ears and spine. While he could understand her not trusting him...he didnt like it either. Normally it didnt bother him. But with her, it was like he had been slapped in the face by someone he was been flirting with.
Which in a way he had, he had to admit to himself. His style of teasing flirtations was not popular. He had to also admit, she was cute, in a 'surly honey badger' sort of way.
Jason tilted his head a bit. He had to admit, he liked her apparent displeasure at his seeming randomness. In reality, this was intentional. Each move calculated to get the best possible result. It only seemed as if he was acting impulsively, because that was how he meant it to seem. Granted, accidentally thwarting her initial attempts at capturing the bounty, was an actual oops moment.
"I like food that hasnt been poisoned, and wasnt prepared in a roach nest. Beyond that, my tastes are varied, and many. Pick a place you like I'm buying, and money isnt exactly an issue." He tucked his hand against his side, reaching for the modified Cliff and Weston .44 revolver he kept there. Not to draw it, but to see her reaction to the firearm that cost him as much as a small car.
He drew it, and spun it about, dropping the mag, and clearing the chamber in a fluid movement, before holding it out to her.
"Just because i like to show off how my Dad spoils me sometimes, even though my Papa hates it when he does this."
The subtle, but not exactly hidden reference to his being the child of two men, was there as a light test. He'd had issues in the past with bad reactions to the information.
Jason watched her work, and couldnt help but chuckle. She reminded him of when he first started out as a cop. All said and done he shrugged at her question.
"Jason Hunter. Technically its Dr. Jason Hunter, but well, i hate formalities. They gave me some honorary Ph.D type deal when i saved Laika here, but I've also got Doctorates in Magical Engineering and the like."
He paused, glanced at his dog and then back at the Lycan.
"She looks like this now, but not long ago, she was a Police K9, made of Flesh and Blood. I made her into a Golem. The First ever Golem made from an Animal Soul. Now then, i told you my name, now you tell me yours."
He wondered if she would look him up, and what her reaction would be to his fame within the medical circles. and the fact he worked as a bounty hunter, despite being quite wealthy from his work in Golem based Prosthetic limbs and organs..
"Well, to start with, I'm new to the area, and the locals tend to know better places to eat. Other than that?" He looked at her, and plopped a hand on top of her head, in an almost condescending way. If he lost the hand, well, he could make a new one. "I just thought you looked a little too uptight, and besides, spending time with a pretty girl isnt exactly torture, and i somehow doubt you'd agree unless i bribed you. Or blackmailed, but well, i only blackmail criminals."
He too heard the sirens now, and looked at Laika. "Laika, Fido Protocol. Look pretty for the nice people."
The Golem Dog shrugged her shoulders, and a holographic image fluttered into existence over her metal body, make her look like a large dog, covered with dark grey and black fur. Dark, because lighter colors would be pretty much transparent.
Jason watched her work, smooth, efficient, clean. No excessive force, but not too little either. Impressive actually. He patted the homeless man on the shoulder, slid a couple of medium denomination bills into his hand, and thanked him for his time. Then he slipped over to Mr. Elysium, who was pinned down, but surprisingly docile.
"So. Christopher was?" The tall man crouched down, balancing on his toes. The smile on his face might have seemed friendly, but well, only to someone too stupid to see the cold malice under it. "I couldnt find much on you. You are a very slippery fellow. But the little i did find, well i must say, your poor mother must be sorely disappointed to have raised such a miserable little cretin. I'll give you, say, 2 minutes, to confess to every little...sin, which is about how long you have before the bounty hunters pick you up."
The smile became colder. "You see, you got lucky. This little lady here, shes a LIVE capture hunter. You dont want bounty hunters like me coming for you. See, when they call me in...its because they dont really mind if the bounty comes back...intact."
He clicked the record button on his phone and left the con-artist babbling.
He looked up at the little lycan hunter and gave a wink. Technically speaking, since bounty hunters were not police, the bounty hunter could ask any questions they wanted. It was considered unfair by some. Underhanded.
Jason stood up, turning to Laika as he did so, and removed a small USB drive from a slot in her head. The pick up van rounded the corner as he turned back to the little bounty Hunter.
"Heres the deal. You join me for a bite to eat, showing me a place with good food, that wont rip me off, i give you the confession, so this guy gets booked for sure. To top it off, i'll buy you the meal AND pay you for the information."
Jason was, if nothing else, a fairly honorable individual.
Jason chuckled, forgetting for a moment he was transmitting. "Laika, Protocol Prometheus. Bring Little Red to me, so she can get her Basket of goodies."
Laika would lead the Lycan to the location the bounty was headed. They would arrive, seconds before the bounty, to find Jason leaning against a wall, chatting with a homeless looking person who appeared dazed, and somewhat confused that a well dressed man in a business suit was talking to him.
Jason really had no interest in the bounty, outside of one thing. He found little information the individual that would indicate he was worthy of a bounty. He wanted the information. He wanted to know this man did to deserve the tiny, but fierce, bounty hunter who was after him.
Laika tilted her mechanical head to the side. Her jaws opened and a speaker within her metal skull issued forth the voice of Jason.
"If you want to catch your bounty, I'd suggest following her. I'm heading him off, but if you arent here in, i'd say about 4 minutes, I will run into him without you. I'm not interested in your bounty kid. I dont hunt the small fry, i hunt the big game. You have your rabbit, and i will stick to the lions, tigers and bears."
Jason knew a bit about psychology. Sometimes baiting a bounty worked better than tracking them. And Most Bounty Hunters, were not fond of having their skills questioned. This little hunter, seemed like she would be rather...put out by his 'small prey' comment.
He wasnt sure why, but he grinned as he teased her. It just felt natural to do so.
Jason watched her sprint away without hearing him out. Bounty Cop? that was a new one at least. He glanced around and set off at a steady, but not overly strenuous pace.
Laika was sending him real time updates, and he knew the guy was basically circling back this way, although it looked like he wasnt aware of that fact himself. Ther Ph.D holding bounty hunter made his way to an intersection where the bounty would arrive.
He had zero intention of stealing the girls bounty. He felt a bit guilty actually, at ruining her chance. Laika alerted him to the bounty coming up. Two minutes, Three tops, before the Bounty was right on top of him.
"Laika. Find the Girl. Lead her here."
Laika
Laika paced the target. She still had the intellect of a standard wolf, but since becoming a Golem, her brain had been augmented with a series of high powered computers, allowing her to at least partially understand the majority of speech, making commands easier to follow.
When told to find the girl, she veered left from where she was running along the roof tops. She leaped from building to building, until she eventually found the other bounty hunter. She carefully dropped down, well ahead of the speed augmented individual, her robotic looking form startled a few people, but as she waited for her new target to arrive, she sat, and stood still as a statue.
Her various gears and pistons hissed and whirred, as her internals performed various maintenance diagnostics and self repairs. It had taken time for her adjust to the new body. She remembered what hunger was like, but no longer felt it. Although she was equipped with a functional bio-mechanical digestive system, including taste buds.
When the Bounty Hunter girl arrived at the location, she would find a 12 foot long, 4 foot high at the shoulder, metal wolf, waiting.
Jason felt the push of the kick, and barely managed to land on his feet when he was shoved off by her. He cursed in three languages, vividly, as he realized his mistake. The guy was running already, but...
"Laika. Track." His golem dog would track the guy while he sorted this out. He would have to make amends, and the best way to do that, was to help her with the bounty capture.
"My dog will track the bounty. Explain. Most Bounty Hunters don't attack in broad daylight, at least, not where i am from."
He waited until the implant in his ear gave the chime that told him Laika was following his command. She had not yet caught up with him, but she would know what to look for, since his ocular implants were connected to her visual display.
Lorsette, a quiet place, all things considered. Jason tossed his new toy into the air, feeling the heft of the sphere, before launching it through the air, and giving th whistled command for Laika to give chase. The Cybernetic Golem K9 took off, chasing the now flying ball, specially designed to go further, so the animal Golem, first of her kind, could actually give chase. Technomancy was a beautiful thing. For example, you could make a ball for playing fetch, that has rockets timed to make the ball spin faster, and travel further.
He made his way through the business district, eye some of the stores, marking the ones that had clear and obvious, at least to him, security flaws. That was how he spotted the shade looking figure, wearing too many layers of clothes, eyeing a guy who was buying a hotdog from a vendor with a cart. He read the body language, saw the figure was planning a charging attack, and moved without really thinking about it.
He 'tackled' the tiny figure, not realizing exactly how small they, she!? was. He turned the girl around and could only blink when he saw her face. He had never met before. But he felt like he should know her. It took him a few moments to realize he was holding a small girl by the shoulders...to the ground...his defense mechanism kicked in and his face and vocal tones went to their default neutral.
"Wanna maybe explain why you were trying to attack random people on the street?"
Dark hair, facial scars, and a fashion sense best described as 'dark, but formal' This bounty hunter fits the 'tall dark and mysterious' subtype perfectly.
His eyes are a stunning shade of brown gold, and the sub dermal Cybermagic implants give his skin a perpetually tanned look.
His outward demeanor is cold, and silent, giving him an intimidating appearance, while also making him look capable of protecting others. To put things simply, he looks exactly like how one would imagine a Bounty Hunter would.
personality
POSITIVE - Kind - hard working - intelligent - Devoted - Loyal
NEGATIVE - Holds a grudge - Doesnt stop till he finishes - Too kind for his own good - Sensitive - Slow to anger, but it burns hot and long.
Jason, is a kind person, with a love for animals. But his kindness often proves to be his downfall, as he is easily hurt by the loss of those cares for. Beware the path that crosses him, for he will hunt you till the world ends, and beyond, for his vengeance.
abilities
No Gifted Abilities.
Technomancy: A field of engineering that focuses on the use of magic to power, and create, machinery, including power suits, golem bodies, and vehicles or weapons. He holds an advanced degree in this study, and is considered a leading figure in the research and developmement portions of this industry.
Magi-craft: A Field of Study in the Technomancy engineering area, that focuses on methods of harnessing magic, both with, and without, living intermediaries to act as conduits.
Engineering: Standard mechanical engineering, mostly used to create prosthetic limbs and golem bodies.
backstory
Jason grew up the son of a Police Officer turned politician, and a renowned surgeon. Born via surrogacy with his two father's mutual friend, Amanda, taking the role of his birth mother.
At the age of 14, Jason developed a love of all things mechanical, and built his first Automaton. By age 18, he had Finished the Technomancy Course at Bar Harbor Technical Institute, in Maine, and was awarded his Doctorate in Technomantic Engineering.
His greatest achievment has been creating a non-human soul powered golem, a concept previously thought to be impossible. His long time partner and friend Laika, a wolf hybrid pup he had rescued from a private zoo, who had died from injuries sustained while defending him from a Terror.
During his time in college his father, Nicholas, was killed by a Terror, suspected to have been sent by the AP organization. Following his graduation, Jason and Laika set out to track down the AP, as Bounty Hunters
misc
Jason has designed, and implanted numerous technomantic implants in his body, to make up for injuries sustained to his eyes and ears, they do not give him advanced hearing or sight, but he can access a virtual computer of sorts, with his eyes, to him it appears as a holographic display he can manipulate by 'touching' the air in front of him.
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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.
