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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
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!
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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As a shift worker at a casino, Mikaela’s hours were always difficult. There were a few somewhat normal shifts from 6 pm to midnight, but most of the time she found herself on the later ones. She was often occupied until the early morning hours, and the rest of her life had to be scheduled accordingly. After years of this behaviour it had become natural to her, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t exhausted as she stepped into the fresh night air after she finally managed to escape the clutches of work.
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As she took the first few steps down the street, she pulled her jacket tighter and let her senses pick up on everything around her. Over hours of incessant bings and cheers and flashing lights she always ended up tuning out everything that wasn’t of immediate importance, but she hated living like that. She preferred to be on her toes so she was ready for whatever threats may have lurked nearby. As she made her way further along, the lingering sounds of the casino began to fade away, even from her enhanced senses. She could have been alone on that dark street for all she knew. That was a blissful thought, but it wasn’t one she was stupid enough to believe. In the shadows there was always something watching… waiting. Even if she couldn’t fall prey to the darkness blinding her, she was still at risk of attacks from people that thought they could use its cover to gain an advantage.
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Mikaela’s steps closed as she reached a familiar corner. She wasn’t ready to be home yet. She wasn’t tired enough to take a nap but she wasn’t willing to engage enough to read a book either so if she let herself be alone her thoughts would wander to the past and she didn’t want to let herself get stuck down that rabbit hole. That sort of wistfulness for such a reckless time could bring nothing but trouble. Instead, she approached the entrance of one of the many bars in the Outskirts. She’d been in it before, but it wasn’t one of her main locations where she’d be recognised immediately and by everyone. Nor was it one of the places she’d been banned from.
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Quiet steps took her too the bar where she was almost immediately greeted and prompted for her order. ”A dry mar-“ she began, then shook her head. ”Actually, let’s go with a Black Russian tonight.” she amended. She wanted to caffeine for the little bit of energy it might provide. ”How are things tonight? Quiet?” she added as she took a seat at the bar.
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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Mikaela felt a wave of disappointment as Touri didn’t vehemently react to her announcement of Amery’s presence. A part of her had hoped this would bring their act to a close and her cousin would be left stranded. Then she wouldn’t have to deal with either of them for a long time. Instead things continued swirling out of control as Touri drew them away from the bar to Amery’s table.
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No, no, no. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but stirring up drama on the casino floor was off limits. She was off duty so it was Amery who would get in actual trouble for any fighting, but one of the few things Mikaela respected was the systematic flow of the casino. Everything was in its place, a perfect scheme to convince people to part with their money. It was such a pity to do anything that might hinder the con that was occurring.
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Alas, she wasn’t able to stop the coming storm and as she focused on embracing it she realised she could still turn this back to her own advantage. Assuming her goal was to torture the stupid assassin that had decided to make an appearance in her territory, of course. So she continued to play along with the act, swaying lightly as she positioned herself behind Touri and wrapped her arms around him.
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“Bet something big,” she drawled as Amery began dealing out another hand. Mikaela noted a slight hesitation as she reached their side of the table. There was a tension in Amery’s motions as she continued, but to her credit she finished distributing the cards before turning her gaze fully to the pair of them. Anger and hurt flitted through those green orbs of hers, so at odds with the amusement Mikaela’s face reflected back. The brunette lifted her hand to her lips, a silent signal that they could talk after this deal.
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Amery pursed her lips but turned her attention back to the bets that were making their way around the table. Mikaela leaned over Touri to grab a napkin from under their neighbour’s drink, winking at them in response to their glare. She then pulled a pen out of her pocket and scrawled her phone number across the napkin before slipping it to Touri. She wasn’t sure how much longer their interaction would continue once Amery got to butt in and she was hoping he’d stay in contact with her to deal with the family dinner and fake relationship he’d gotten her stuck in. It was naive to assume he had any plans of following through, but it would be so much easier on her if he did.
You think I'm a jerk because I have the nerve to stand up to you?
You won't make it long in this business with that mindset
A word of advice though, don't go around accusing people of being ruthless when they're only spreading rumors. I've done far worse to far kinder people
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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Stunning. Mikaela hesitated and missed a step in the dance. Fortunately she stopped short of "accidentally" stepping on his foot. As she regained the count, a series of potential snippy responses came to her mind. Most of which she couldn’t use, of course. That was alright, she could find another way to throw him off balance. [break][break] “Probably the same sort of fool as the girl who let you wander this dance floor alone,” she sighed lightly. If she were on more comfortable grounds she would have turned this lie into a plot to start up a fight between two strangers, but this was hardly the time for that sort of behaviour. [break][break] Her gaze scanned the room once more. They had blocked out the obvious exits well, but there was always another way out. An unexpected way that wouldn't be visible from the dance floor. There had to be. She could not be stuck here. [break][break] She finally let her focus rest on the man who was dancing with her. “I suspect he already left,” she sighed. She meant to let her eyes lower in a hurt act, but instead they widened slightly as she actually took in the person in front of her and his painstaking familiarity. Of course she had managed to be an idiot again even before the consequences of her first idiotic actions were dealt with. Not enough matched up to place a name to the face, but there was enough to know she’d dealt with him before and probably not in a pleasant situation. [break][break] Quickly she let shiny, pre-crafted words spill out of her mouth, pulling up musings she’d had in this company before rather than original ideas. “Do you suppose all these people are half as happy as they seem?” It didn’t fit in the context as much as she would have liked but at least it distracted from any gaping that has flashed across her face and was visible beneath the mask.
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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Mikaela smirked at Ky’s seemingly obvious logic which did nothing to convince her he wasn’t planning something that would get in her way. He didn’t look like he had any weapons, but neither did she and she never went anywhere unarmed. And just because he hadn’t jumped out yet didn’t mean he wasn’t going to. Or perhaps he had concealed motives of another sort. Perhaps he was there to pay attention to who else was watching the situation. If he was and he managed to recognise her that could get the Ravagers in a bit of trouble. [break][break] She shadowed Ky as he began moving, her own footsteps as silent as a wraith. The new vantage point solved her problem of not being able to see the other man’s face, but unfortunately she didn’t immediately recognise him. They were still discussing the product being exchanged which held no interest to Mikaela. They could be trading nuke codes for cotton candy and Mikaela wouldn’t care. It wasn’t her job to care about the specifics. [break][break] As they continued blabbering on Mik shook her head in frustration. "Idioti," she cursed under her breath. The deal was almost done and they still hadn’t naturally dropped all the information she wanted from them. If only she could interact with them, then she’d really be able to get them screaming. [break][break] The deal was starting to come to a close and Mikaela’s mind wandered to her next decision - follow the unknown dealer or stay and question the spy. She really couldn’t risk letting either unknown party get away entirely but who would be easier to track down? [break][break] "Stick around a bit longer, would you?" she asked. Between the threat in her voice and the knife she pulled from a hidden sheath she felt certain there was enough threat in her posture to suggest that it wasn't a mere request. She wasn't about to take her eyes off the exchange, but her hearing was tuned into the other spy’s movements, ready to react if he ignored her. [break][break] The plan forming in her mind was slightly insane, but the line between recklessness and getting the job done right was her personal favourite. She just needed them to actually finish talking and begin heading off in different directions first.
Look, I couldn’t care less about the stupid clothing ad.
You clearly needed it more. See, I’m in possession of a couple things you don’t have. A personality people actually like most of the time and the self confidence not to define my standards by silly things like that
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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Mikaela watched Touri carefully as he spoke. He was pressing the cake thing a bit too hard. Was it drugged or something? She didn't know how he could have drugged a cake he hadn't seen yet, but maybe he had drugged the whole supply. If that was the case it could mean trouble for the casino. How would they possibly sort out all of those poisoned cakes from the rest? Then again, people rarely ordered the cake. Cake was a terrible excuse for a treat that no one would ever really ask for at a casino. [break][break] She let out a deep sigh as he began fabricating insults about her cousin. She may have considered interrupting, but this would save her time coming up with similar insults later. "I believe my exact words were a boring shot," she grumbled, just to eliminate any doubt that she might disagree with the allegations. [break][break] She clucked her tongue as he went on to ask about her father. Her cousin shouldn't have mentioned him. She didn't want to think about the man, much less did she want anyone in Canada knowing anything about him. [break][break] "You're engaged to her, I’m sure you’ve met him." her cousin replied, "I have a theory he's the reason Kaylie isn't dead yet." [break][break] Mikaela coughed to cover a laugh, earning herself another one of her cousin’s glares. "Sorry, sorry. It’s just that-" she broke off in another fit of laughter, then cleared her throat and attempted to compose her face back into something resembling calm. "I may be traditional but I’m not stupid enough to have made him ask my father for my hand if that’s what you’re thinking. I prefer him alive and in one piece." [break][break] She met her cousin's gaze until he broke it to look at Touri. "If only your girl here shared the same set of values as you in regards to murder and bloodshed. She hates everyone but my sister," Adrian drawled. [break][break] "No, I hate your sister too," Mikaela cut in matter-of-factly. Adrian’s sister may have been adorable and she may have tolerated the young girl far more than the rest of her family, but that was only because their interactions served a purpose in some of the webs Mikaela was spinning. [break][break] Her interjection did little to distract Adrian from his train of thought. "Funny though, I don’t understand why she’d like you. Unless little Kaylie’s been lying to us." His gaze returned to Mikaela and she shook her head. "Did charity work finally get too boring." [break][break] She could see the line Adrian’s mind was going down. He wanted something more to use against her. It would be great for his status within the family. She could handle that if it weren’t for Touri’s sudden insistence on cutting away at the safety nets she has in place. Things were starting to get interesting for everyone but her. [break][break] "Lying? To you and your family? Never," she shook her head. For half a second her gaze caught on the familiar form of a tardy card dealer slipping through the casino and Mikaela quickly turned her crimson eyes toward the assassin beside her. It was probably time to bring this whole messy situation to as clean of a close as she could. "What can I say? There’s no controlling the heart." Mikaela placed a hand on the assassin’s shoulder and stood on her toes to plant a kiss on his lips. Between the scheme she was playing and the fact that the PDA was sure to annoy her cousin the simple action was exhilarating. This was almost going to be too easy. [break][break] By the time she pulled away the dealer from before had caught sight of them and Mikaela’s face twisted into a smile. "Oh my is that Amery?" This little game may have been a brief entertainment for the assassin but she felt certain he wouldn’t keep it up with his actual girlfriend in the picture.
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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There were many people who wouldn't believe it if they heard Mikaela Lye was volunteering at a child centered event. Perhaps it was true Mikaela Lye wouldn't, but as Isabella Romano she volunteered on Thursdays at her young cousin's daycare center. Although Mikaela tried to avoid her family for the most part, 5 year old Rosy was an exception. Her mother was the sort that should never be exposed to kids and Mikaela took pity on the red haired child. Plus, being associated with a child at the daycare made it easier to volunteer. [break][break] Although she definitely hadn't been raised to take care of kids, she had spent a lot of time with them as she was growing up. Back then her instructions had been far less wholesome, but it gave her the experience all the same. [break][break] As she was finishing up instructing a few children on a basic origami craft her red headed cousin ran up to her, a little boy following shortly behind. "Aunt Izzy! We're hungry!" she said, tugging at Mikaela's sleeve."Can you make a snack?" [break][break] Mikaela hesitated. "Oh, I'm not sure that's such a good idea." Her mind raced with other potential solutions to the hungry situation. It was still a while until the official snack time so she couldn't promise that to solve the problem. Frustration rolled through her. It was early enough that it shouldn't have been a problem at all. [break][break] "Please?" her cousin asked, cuddling closer to Mikaela. [break][break] Her heightened senses picked up on her cousin's stomach growling. "Did you not eat breakfast?" Mikaela frowned. Puppy dog eyes paired with a lack of verbal response told her that her guess was spot on. She released an irritated sigh. "Alright, how about this. We can see if there's anything you can have in the kitchen." Her gaze flickered to the other kid, judging for some sort of reaction to suggest that the kid knew it was dangerous to run off with a stranger. There was none. Perhaps that was something she would mention to the kid later. [break][break] Without another word she straightened up the mess at her table and began walking towards the kitchen. She generally knew her way around, but she wasn't sure she should be in the kitchen. Anyone letting her mess with anything food related was an idiot. But hesitating on account of things that weren't rules to begin with wasn't her style.
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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Mikaela pursed her lips as Touri introduced himself to her cousin. She was sure that had been a mistake, even if she couldn’t immediately think of a way that giving a fake name might be used against him. And it had to be a fake name. No matter how smoothly he’d said it, no assassin would be stupid enough to hand out their true name to shady figures, much less in association with her. Then again, she couldn’t care less if he put a target on his own back. She was more worried about how her local family would use her association with an assassin against her. It would certainly make things more difficult than they had to be. [break][break] She barely listened as Touri threw another curveball into their ruse. A birthday. She hadn’t celebrated one of those since she was a child, and even then it was only a silly party at a school for a fake birthday under a name that wasn’t even her own. "Don't worry about cake now, love," She gently grabbed his hand, thumb tracing the phantom of a scar she'd left over a year ago. She didn't have to look to know it would be largely faded by now. She lowered her voice as she continued but made sure that it was still loud enough for her cousin to be able to make out what she as saying. "I've got something special planned for that back home." [break][break] "Adrian Lye," he introduced. Mikaela couldn't tell whether he was playing at something or trying to distract from another lovey-dovey scene. Either way it was unacceptable. [break][break] "What the hell Kerosene? It took me six months to convince you to tell me your name!" Not to mention she wasn't sure whether the assassin behind her would remember her last name and link the two of them. She certainly didn't want it to seem like this idiot was family. [break][break] "You were trying to frame me for murder." he replied, sounding way too reasonable for Mikaela’s liking. [break][break] "We’ve been over this, I can’t frame you for a murder you committed in front of me. That’s just called reporting information to the police!" she huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Besides, you started it! You threatened to skin me alive and you stole my apple." [break][break] Mikaela's cousin scoffed and she rolled her eyes. "That wasn’t a threat, dear cousin, it was a plan of action. And it still stands! Just as soon as your daddy’s pro-" [break][break] She cut him off before he could say something that would get her in too much trouble. "You big scary men and your excuses," she pouted, glancing back at the assassin who still hadn’t successfully killed her. [break][break] "Says the queen of excuses," he shot back. [break][break] "Oh..." she muttered, stumbling over what to say for a moment before blurting out "A fanabla!" with a particularly offensive Italian hand gesture. [break][break] "And spend an eternity with you? No thanks." he shook his head, then turned to Touri. "You're in for a life of torment with this one." [break][break] Mikaela threw her hands up and rolled her eyes, turning away from her cousin to grab her “drink”. There was no winning such an argument with an idiot.
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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Mikaela figured she knew what to expect. He would either play along and end their imaginary relationship or call her out on trying to lie in the first place. Either way it would become obvious they weren’t together. Unfortunately, she had not accounted for how much of an idiot Touri might be. She could barely even fake a smile as he went on mindlessly about getting her a ring, her hand trapped by his. That was what the smile that had spread across her face was. An act necessary for her cousin. So was the flush forming in her cheeks. None of it could possibly be real.
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As Touri’s gaze remained fixed on her for a bit too long, she remembered that she should add to the dialogue rather than just blushing like an idiot. ”Che cavolo,” she chided teasingly, ”Now you’re just telling me what I want to hear.” She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear before taking a step away from the assassin to lean against the bar. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, even as she tried to act completely calm. She was playing a dangerous game here, pretending to have a heart that could love for the sake of a family that couldn’t be allowed to see beyond her act. And it all depended on a bumbling oaf playing a part he’d only chosen to get under her skin.
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Next came four words that she hated more than any others. Friday works for me. Those four simple words were enough to condemn both him and her to a hellish evening in the not so distant future. What sort of foolish halfwit would agree to a dinner with strangers and no other context? Especially when someone like Mikaela was involved? The conversation went further out of her control as her cousin replied before she could think of what to say. ”Perfect. You know where to go?” he asked her a bit too smoothly. She eyed him suspiciously, trying to figure out why he was so content. Usually he was more interested in the hunt than the actual prize, which meant something really bad had to be coming next. Or maybe that was just her paranoia…
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”Wait, no.” Mikaela said obstinately after a moment. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. She was weary about dealing with her family at all, but with an assassin whose loyalty seemed to be to screwing her life up it would be suicide. ”I- That is… You’re too happy about this! What would it take for you to just tell me what’s really going on?” she stumbled through the words, not caring that she was speaking far less eloquently than usual. The whole situation had her flustered but she’d never admit to it.
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Her cousin’s eyes flickered to the assassin behind her and he proceeded as though he hadn’t heard what she’d said. ”Kaylie, are you not going to introduce me?” he asked.
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She shook her head, more out of stubbornness than anything else. ”Not my job to make introductions, and you’re not really worth his time anyway.” she replied, earning herself a piercing glare. ”Mi amour,” she drawled, turning large crimson eyes toward the assassin, ”Are you sure you don’t want to go play a round of cards or something?”
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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.
