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.
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,punkisaintstop] We've all made our share of mistakes
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If you can't handle me at my worst you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] It was a nice day as Illy strolled the streets of downtown Lorsette. Sure, there was a thick cloud cover, but that just blocked out the threat of the sun. It was a rare warm day, too, where she only had to wear a thin jacket to maintain her body heat. She'd left the house nearly 30 minutes ago with the promise that she'd be back in a few hours. The oldest of her children could take care of the other two well enough, but it was only a matter of time before she got bored and decided it would be better to sneak off with a friend. Such behaviour would never be encouraged, but there was little she could do to get rid of it completely. It was safer to take it into account when she made plans. [break][break] Ilona's life in Canada was simple in the most complex of ways. On the surface it was painfully mundane. She got up, she went to work at the local elementary school, and when she got home she helped her children with their homework. On the weekends, she went shopping. It had almost become the natural order of things. Yet, beneath that repetitive pattern there was the ever-looming concern that something from her past might come to wreck the life she held so dearly. [break][break] It wasn't a completely irrational fear, but for the time being her situation in life was secure enough. Small breaks in her routine almost never led to permanent changes. Such was the overall inconsequentiality of the break her shopping trip on that cloudy day. It was a pebble tossed into a lake where boulders had been thrown before. [break][break] The event in question occurred without much warning. She'd been walking down a street when she'd heard an alarming cry for help from an alley she was passing. Her instincts kicked in quickly, but after half a step she froze, momentarily trapped by a trace of memory she couldn't quite capture. Her heart thudded in her chest at a rapidly increasing pace. [break][break] Then a gunshot cut through her thoughts, ringing clearly through the suddenly still air. It sprang her into action and she rushed forward to help the situation. The girl had fallen with that last shot, but it hadn't been the first one. There was blood, and a lot of it. Illy was suddenly all to aware of the fact that she hadn't had lunch yet, but she forced herself to focus. Her goal here was to help not kill. [break][break] "Don't fall asleep yet," she warned. It was all she could offer the girl in the form of immediate help. There were at least 3 bullet wounds and Illy could only imagine the pain that would accompany them, but if the girl passed out Illy wouldn't be able to help her. [break][break] Two burly men undoubtedly built to intimidate were rounding the corner, each holding his own firearm. If they weren't so close she would have called the authorities and left the proper people to handle the situation, but the target would be killed by the time she finished the call and the girl was too young to be left to die. Following instincts rather than logical thought, she stepped protectively in front of the blonde. [break][break] "If you can, get around the corner. If not just put pressure on whichever wounds are bleeding the most." she directed in a hushed. There wasn't really a way to stop the bloodloss without a trained hand, and unless Illy hurried to get rid of the guys she couldn't help, but it was once again the best advice she could offer. [break][break] She took on a threatening air as she turned back to the "I don't know what your business with her is, but you've done quite enough. You've run pretty far from your backup and this is my terf, so put the guns away." It was a risky assumption to make. Who knew where the majority of their friends were? For all she knew they could be completely surrounded and she could be jumping into a fight she had no way out of. Empty threats were the only hope she had to get out of this without hurting anyone, though, and she always advocated to her kids to try a diplomatic approach before falling back on violence.
With bright red hair and matching eyes, Ilona is easy to spot in a crowd. She stands at 5’6” and weighs about 130 lbs. She doesn’t have much muscle mass anymore, but she used to be pretty well built. She has a notable burn scar across her left shoulder, but she usually keeps that hidden with clothing. Most of the time she dresses casually and she favors long sleeved shirts.
Illy has a kind heart and a cheery disposition. She likes to play the role of the perfect friend, smiling when you’re happy or being a shoulder to cry on when someone wrongs you.
She always sticks to a strict system of morals. She will never put herself before others, and a small part of her will always fight back if someone else tries to support her when they need it more. She hates being indebted to people, so she rarely accepts things from others, including gifts.
If someone hurts her, they won’t get a second chance. She won’t instantly jump into action getting revenge, though. She’ll wait for any anger to fade away and she can approach the situation with a level head. If that proves impossible, she’ll have someone else make things even for her. But, no matter what, she won’t let it go. Justice only remains balanced when the wrongdoing and the payment are matched.
Illy hates being in the middle of conflict. She’ll stand her ground in a fight if she has to, but if others are fighting she’ll try to make peace. If that doesn’t work she’ll crack down on them and make sure they do. While in situations like this she’s not above a few white lies, usually she’s blatantly honest with little regard for the feelings of others.
Ilona has dealt with her fair share of children and idiots. If you are in her charge, she will take care of you no matter what. That doesn’t mean she’ll tolerate acting out, though. She has a very no-nonsense approach to handling what she deems to be the ridiculous actions of others.
abilities
Blood Manipulation - Basic - Ilona doesn’t have much control over blood manipulation. She considers it a crude practice, and even if she could master it she wouldn’t want to.
Super Speed - Moderate - She is very fast. Running has saved her life in the past and she knows it might be important again in the future, so she really values this skill and tries to keep up her stamina.
Enhanced Strength - Basic - As a vampire, Ilona is naturally very strong. She wouldn’t be much in an arm wrestling match against another vampire, but her strength far exceeds that of a human.
Natural - regenerative healing factor, night vision, wall crawling
backstory
1600s As the youngest child of a prestigious family in Polish-Lithuania, Ilona was left wanting for very little growing up. Back then, she was fairly naive to the cruelties of the world. She went out of her way to be friends with people, whether their social status matched her own or not. Innocent and well mannered, she expected the best from herself and her family. In the future it would turn out that her faith in both was misplaced.
Around 1650, things started turning chaotic around them. Nobility were persecuted. The few friends Illy thought she had began drawing away and the family was forced to move to a less public estate. During this time, her mother began to fall apart. Watching it play out broke Ilona's heart, but there was nothing she could do. She had enough trouble handing her own fluctuating emotions.
1700s Back then she didn't think things could get worse, but in 1701 she was proven wrong. She still remembers every detail of the night her life went to hell. She was the first one to wake up. Smoke filled the room around her, but that's not what had broken her slumber. A man stood over her, cloaked in shadows. Words circled around her, urgent yet distant. "You have to get out of here." She couldn't comprehend them. There was a fire. It filled the air. It choked her.
Her family was still somewhere in the house. They were going to burn. She couldn't let that happen. A hand grabbed her wrist, but she broke free from it and ran into the hall. She had to get to them. She had to help then. And then, out of nowhere, a flash of light lashed out at her and a ball of pain collided with her shoulder. Her scream echoed through the house, but she had to keep going. She had to...
Before she could push forward, the stranger caught up with her and forced her back. "You're going to kill yourself! You have to come with me!" The words broke through her panic and she knew he was right. There was fire everywhere; she'd never be able to get through. So, with tears in her eyes, she followed the strange man out her window and left her family to burn.
After that night, everything was different. Her life wouldn't be so simple again for a long time. The man who'd saved her, Constantyn, never explained why he'd been there, but he'd unquestionably saved her life and she had enough faith in people back then that she didn't feel the need to press him too much.
He belonged to ‘the Knights of Order,’ an incredibly cheesy name for a group of vigilantes that saw the wrongs in the world and corrected them - and there was so much wrong with the world they lived in. When broken down to the basics, they were an assassin’s guild that took cases based on whether they were justified. She joined this guild and let them turn her into a weapon. She trusted them to judge right and wrong for her.
She stayed with them for the next fifty years before deciding to strike out on her own. It was around this time that Ilona heard rumors of her family. They were supposedly alive. She couldn't let herself believe it, though. If they’d survived, she’d be the wayward child who abandoned her family and if not her heart would be broken all over again. Instead, she set thoughts of her past life behind her. They would bring nothing but pain.
For the next few years, she traveled a lot, taking what jobs she could. With her qualifications and lack of experience, that usually involved less than legal tasks. She'd long since stopped caring about what was right or wrong. She did what she had to to get by and then some. It was during this time that she saved up most of the money that stays stashed away in her savings account.
1800s After about half a century of travelling and doing things her old self wouldn’t have even considered, Ilona wanted to settle down. She managed to get a job as a governess for a rich family with 2 children. She held this position for 10 years before her work was done. The experience re-ignited her interest in academics, though, and she got a job at a library where, on her off time, she was allowed to read whatever she wanted from the large collection. For a long time, she didn’t leave that library except to get food and sleep.
In 1850, women were just beginning to be accepted into colleges, and Ilona took advantage of the opportunity. She studied literature in London. Staying in one place so long, however, just served to bring back old memories. They haunted her and she began to suffer from nightmares. She began traveling a lot, never settling down in one place for long.
1900s WW2 brought a change to Illy’s lifestyle. She usually preferred to stay neutral, but there was no denying that the Allies were fighting a moral fight, and not lending her hand would be a terrible thing to do. She joined the French army for the duration of the conflict. Once things settled down again, she went back to her nomadic lifestyle.
2000s When Illy finally settled in one place, it wasn’t of her own choosing. Rather, she fell in love with a TRS agent named Elliot. Elliot may not have been her soulmate, but he was the love of her life. They made a home in England and finally, for once, her life held the promise of stability.
4 years after they met, they had their first child, Ligeia. Ligeia was bright eyed and intelligent and, for a while, the center of Illy's world. While she'd never coddle her children now, for the first few years of Ligeia's life she was fairly spoiled.
7 years later, tragedy struck. On a mission to stop a rampant terror, Elliot was killed. Shortly after, Ilona learned she was pregnant. When the twins were born, it only felt right to name them after ghosts of her past: Katya and Elliot.
With memories of her only happy life weighing on her, Illy couldn't stay in London. Instead, she moved to Lorsette and took up a teaching position at the elementary school. It's now been 8 years and she is fairly settled in her life.
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Here is her Family Tree Likes: coffee, family, reading Dislikes: being cold, hurting people, conflict
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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.
