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
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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!
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they placed a weapon in my hands and called me a hunter.
general info
AGE forty
GENDER male
SEXUALITY demisexual
BIRTHDATE february 9th, 1981
OCCUPATION ap guard
SPECIES golem
appearance
Imposing is the most adequate word to describe the frame of the man renowned as “The Huntsman”. At a height of 6’2” and a muscular, large frame, few people desire to interact with the intimidating man, not that he minds. The upbringing forced upon him after his death left him an isolated man after all. His shoulders are broad, proving large and providing him a bulky, albeit, powerful figure. Similar massive muscles are displayed down his arms and torso, his stomach being a washboard of abs. Regularly, Gavin would exercise to maintain his muscular body and frame, his creator considers it a requirement. The large man’s complexion is tanned because of plenty of hours spent outside to accomplish his work. Across his complexion are pale scars covering the entirety of his body. Some are from his creator, others are from fighting TRS, but a majority are considered rather large. The most prominent traits are the metal spikes that poke out from Gavin’s flesh along his left shoulder. These are designed to be a defense mechanism for him to ram someone and cause additional damage.
Only a thing has really not changed too much, right?
The differences between the Huntsman and Gavin McTaylors are limited when it comes to his facial features. In order to make Gavin difficult to recognize, his creator left an X shape scar on the right side of his mouth; it remains his most prominent facial scar. The once beautiful mane of chestnut hair has been taken from Gavin, his creator assuring nothing would regrow. Otherwise, Gavin’s face appears similar to when he lived, preserved by a golem’s agelessness. He has high cheekbones, making his cheeks appear semi-slim. His nose is a little larger than most and known for having a wide, rounded point. The most damning similarity are his eyes, his most well-known trait from when he lived. Strikingly vibrant in a lime green colour keeps people’s attention on him. They surprise people with their bright green with the softest fleck of darker green by his irises.
Those eyes were always your most striking quality.
Clothing is hardly anything fanciful for the Huntsman given his appearance flaws: having several large spikes jutting out of your shoulder really makes long-sleeved shirts a nuisance… Under most circumstances, his creator reduces him to the requirement of wearing filthy overalls stained several times over in blood and a pair of large work boots. There is nothing else in the Huntmans’ closet, leaving him lacking. At all times, he has his machete in preparation to cut down lives at the will of his master.
Contrary to popular belief, the Huntsman is a man rifled from hopeless and spoon-fed beliefs of possessing an ill-favouring former life. Through an improved prowess in interaction compared to his freshly forged amnesiac creation, the Huntsman is under the impression he was either homeless or a social outcast in his previous life. This has resulted in an egregious moral battle occurring in the turmoil of his mind, alas, his innate obliviousness from his inexperience in the world keeps him blindly obedient. It leaves him curious about the world, but lacking in information. Naively, he thinks obeying the words of his creator will eventually yield the truths of his past life, little does he know, the man holds minimal research of him other than his true moniker. As a result, the Huntsman is a manipulated soul set on a quest of violence and death in the name of his creator whose words are law.
Without the necessary life experiences being remembered, the Huntsman holds a limited understanding of the world, only known through books. This makes him a man with a surprisingly sophisticated edge, another notable trait being his gorgeous handwriting. Although, it leaves him shy and mealy-mouthed in practice of social skills. As a sheltered creation during a large portion of his memorable existence, the Huntsman fumbles in the social atmosphere. Communication is strained effort, impart due to him being consistently behind on the recent developments of the world. All the Huntsman knows is what he is told about what is happening, which is oftentimes unbelievably Assembly propaganda. Despite the Assembly’s efforts to brainwash him into adopting their beliefs wholeheartedly, a part of him is aware of the amoral actions he accomplishes in their name. In complete honesty, the Huntsman dislikes the Assembly.
Quietly, the Huntsman lives his life whenever he can avoid the moral-crushing reality of his job. He prefers ideals of peace and quietness with wishes of a moralistic existence, however, the world does not allow his wishes. Beneath the thumb of his creator, the man’s passiveness and desires are thrown off a 1000ft cliff with no hopes of flying to return. This leaves the Huntsman haunted by his actions, his self-consciousness and extreme self-critical attitude brings a common upset. Frequently, he discovers himself disappointed in his actions, but every atrocity and concern is bottled up by the reserved man. He dare not allow himself to express any distaste, for punishment awaits the foolish. Under threats of being dismantled, murdered and tossed aside, the Huntsman keeps vigil of his thoughts, hoping for freedom some day. Should his face be shown beneath the mask and people discover the tones of his gravelly voice, his emotions on the subject would ring clear as a bell. Yet, to silence he vows himself for his hatred of his voice fills his mind.
His wishes of peace makes him tactless at best in battle, leading to common injuries and scars. Never did he desire the cold touch of a machete handle in his hand, the warm splatters of blood. The situation the Huntsman is trapped inside makes him an unpredictable man, causing difficulties in judgement when he does fight. Should a choice be offered, those around the Huntsman would discover a stubbornness manifesting in the man who wishes for peace. This being said, the Huntsman is a hardworking man by nature. The jobs handed to him are accomplished, albeit begrudgingly, but with the utmost care. The reality of the Huntsman is a gentle, patient soul searching for a calming life spent in peaceful surroundings. In secrecy, he is benevolent, an individual wishing to assist others rather than hurt, but it is difficult when one lives in fear. Inside the shell created by his maker, the Huntsman is a man who upholds honestly and would protect anybody he deems worthy or simply cares about. Through it all, he tolerates the torment and hopes for the best.
They washed it away, leaving a blank slate for their work. Do you even remember who you were before? Remember how people impacted you? Not at all.
Enhanced Strength -- Mastered The ability to improve one’s strength, making the user stronger than a regular individual. The power behind Gavin’s movements allow him to accomplish brutal amounts of damage. From the insistence of his creator, Gavin practiced this ability to mastery, although he rarely tends to favour it. Nonetheless, Gavin finds himself capable of unleashing devastating blows and even capable of accomplishing critical damage to trees. He is capable of lifting heavy objects and throwing them with a frightful power. Fortunately, his marvellous control allows him to be gentle when he wishes to be. This being said, incessant usage of Gavin’s boundless strength can result in his muscles stiffening and his body tiring. When this occurs, he requires time to rest to replenish his energy.
Pain Suppression -- Advanced The ability to have painful sensations suppressed by the user. After years of abuse and torment from pain, Gavin’s suppression operates excellently. Alas, it tends to overwork itself when he receives an injury and will instinctively activate. It is capable of completely eliminating the sensation of physical pain, allowing Gavin to power through and keep going. However, with it operating instinctually, there are instances where Gavin is completely unaware it is on. This can result in him being unable to notice injuries, leaving them untreated for longer periods of time than recommended. Hence he must be cautious should he battle, else he may not realize the damages inflicted on his person.
Night Vision -- Natural The ability to see through darkness, allowing the user to have fantastic vision in dark places. A hunter is only as useful as the resources handed to him. In order to assure Gavin can accomplish his job at all times, his creator assured his vision at night was top notch. With this ability, Gavin is capable of seeing in completely dark locations, allowing him to track his prey and kill as needed. Although, similar to the weakness of night vision goggles, abrupt bright lights can cause serious harm to Gavin’s eyes and stun them. Particularly strobing lights can cause intense pain and force him to stumble back, giving the person a chance to flee or deliver a blow.
Enhanced Senses -- Natural The ability to have an improved 5 senses, unlocking capabilities beyond a regular human. As a golem created to hunt down prey, his creator worked vigorously on providing him powerful senses. With this, he can capably track down his prey and kill them as expected of his position. His hearing and smell are similar to a dog’s, giving him intense tracking capabilities. Although, powerful odors and thunderous noises can make it impossible for him to pick up on smaller sounds. Odors can cause Gavin to gag easier from the putrid smell and debilitate his senses. Meanwhile, loud noises can leave him immobilized and force him to cover his ears to avoid the annoyance of it all. Most interesting are Gavin’s eyes, which are capable of zooming and fixating on certain things. It provides him a deadly accuracy when in a fighting situation.
Enhanced Dexterity -- Natural The ability to precisely move one’s body, allowing the user to avoid stumbling or fumbling when moving. As a hunter, one must be capable in avoiding a slip up, else one’s prey may hear the stumble upon their ears. The capability to precisely control his muscles assists in giving Gavin a deadly accuracy with his weapon, however, also allows him to accomplish careful footwork. He can avoid falling and even creep should he watch his foot placement and keep his movements still. Most notably, this grants Gavin’s balance a frightful edge. Knocking him off his feet is difficult should it involve shaking the battlefield or forcing unnatural changes. This results in people being forced to physically uproot him should they want to knock him over. In situations of exhaustion, Gavin can lose balance due to the weariness claiming him.
Psychic Shield -- Natural The ability to be immune to psychic abilities that involve invasions into one’s thoughts or control caused by possession or mind control. The gemstone cut for Gavin’s heartcore is called a carnelian, which in spiritual uses are known for defending people against psychic attacks. It is believed when the stone was infused with Gavin’s soul, those properties were exemplified; much to his creator’s delight. Although, it is overprotective in terms of what it blocks from invading Gavin’s head. It can block any invasion-based psychic attacks, as in mind control, possession, psychometry, telepathy and even memory-altering or revealing attacks. Abilities such as telekinesis and psychic shocks can still harm Gavin nonetheless. The ability that manifested from the usage of a carnelian stone was something his creator wanted to avoid Gavin reclaiming his memories through the easy usage of abilities, meaning he must regain them naturally.
Other Naturals: Immortality, Self-sustainance
backstory
”You do not remember anything, do you?”
Through the depths of a freshly shattered memory, the man searched for a remnant of before. Something to establish familial connections or even a namesake granted by the ones who conceived and birthed him. Alas, not a word nor letter of before surfaces in the vacancy. A silence suffocated the air as he stood, motionless, hints of confusion evident in the eyes framed by a horrific mask.
“I am your creator.”
Before him stood a single person, body obscured by a lab coat. Gloved hands with freckles of red blood, the liquid of life from a previous species. They claimed the position of creator hastily without an ounce of hesitation as he stood in bewilderment. Yet, the truth was an uncertainty as they established it with mere words and nothing more. The concrete evidence of everything the man was previously was long shoved beneath the covers, hidden where nobody would find it. Through the stranger’s words, the man knew better from the knowledge he retained; the tiny shreds.
“You will take your position in serving the Assembly.”
Despite the freshness in his mind, the man knew of the Assembly of Phantoms. The limited retaining of memories consisted of Assembly affairs, the existence of TRS and a deepening wish to sip on earl grey tea. The tiniest concepts he enjoyed were given value from an involuntary amnesia. The type brought on by the purposeful tampering of a heart core, albeit, inexperienced. Portions of his favoured drinks, beloved snacks and favoured environments cracks of the man before entered the mindset of the newly created.
“You are a monster.”
They informed him on what he would be. The expectations balanced hefty on his shoulders. Through their insistence, they condemned the man to the life he would live. One wrapped in solitary and suffocating silence. This never bothered him, rather, their insistence to soak his hands in blood did. They wished a murderer, somebody acting as the brutal defender and mongerer of fear. Upon his creation, a machete was shoved into his hands and bear traps laid at his feet, prepped for usage. In their interaction, he learned his purpose and he learned his name.
“You are theHuntsman.”
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Little does the memory wiped man know of the things he forgot with his premature death. So much he loved was lost because of the callous manner they struck him down years ago. Certain fragments are familiar, like his enjoyment of earl grey tea and soft birdsong. Alas, with the stigmatic existence of his current life, his experience dwindled and everything about the life prior locked away somewhere dark and unfound.
The Huntsman, formerly known as Gavin Albert McTaylors, was born to Claudia and Maurice McTaylors as their first and eldest child in Lorsette, Newfoundland Canada. He lived a happy childhood filled with kindness bestowed upon him by his parents. Through the danger riddled city, the young boy managed to survive thanks to the watchful eyes of his beloved parents. Not long after Gavin’s birth had Claudia discovered herself pregnant with a second child. Around when Gavin was 2, his sister, Quinella McTaylors was born on a pleasant July day. Upon his sister’s birth, the young boy took pride in fulfilling the role as older brother thanks to the soft pushing of his parents. Despite his sister being 2 years younger than him, Gavin would participate in her games and assist in making her smile. They were a happy family, featuring marvellous parents who wished to support their children and turn them into upstanding citizens.
As a toddler, Gavin was described as rather reserved, using keeping to his family. Therefore, when the child turned five and was informed he would be required to attend school, he discovered himself nervous. For the first years of his life, he clung to his parents’ side, a mere kid uncertain about the world around him. They protected him, played with him and now planned on dropping him off at Lorsette Elementary for his first year of kindergarten. He remembered being led through the playground towards the building, his new backpack hanging from his shoulder as his mother led the way. He remembered the moment he was passed off to the teacher, scared and uncertain of his surroundings. He remembered how all the children appeared to have playmates and people they were familiar with... and of course he remembered him. Another child, taller than the others by his lonesome. Perhaps it was sympathy over their situation or something beyond that, but Gavin had approached him. Nobody wants to fight through the schoolyard jungle alone, therefore, he found someone he could connect with and they became fast friends. He later learned the student’s name was Xabi Raines.
Through his childhood, Gavin found himself a happy boy who gradually grew more sociable with the assistance of time’s hands. He made friends and discovered a protectiveness over his timid little sister, Quinella. Nonetheless, he found himself close to Xabi in an uncanny, albeit, seemingly powerful connection. He managed to get average marks through school and spent a majority of his time with his close friend or his sister. Life was normal for Gavin McTaylors, the young child was simply somebody who existed in a happy little world. He had positive influences for parents, a good friend by his side and an adorable younger sister to protect. It was a simple recipe for a special kind of success that left him filled with life, energy and happiness.
Alas, as the teenage years hit and puberty became a haunting force his thoughts lingered elsewhere. He never noticed how handsome he looked, the slightest way his face moved to convey emotion, every derailed characteristic exhibited and the wonderful nature of his voice until then. It was easy to say, when puberty hit, Gavin fell hard for Xabi quicker than he could ever expect. If he was diving into the waters of love, Xabi was his ocean and he was drowning. Initially, he struggled to comprehend his feelings, but as time passed, he discovered his heart fluttering and his mind running wild. Everything about his closest friend only attracted Gavin closer, however, he maintained silence on his true emotions. He was a young boy, uncertain and unfamiliar with the waters surrounding him. Despite his silence, the emotions he felt towards Xabi only flourished under the warmth of their close friendship. Nonetheless, years went by until anything became of it.
Fresh from the worry, he remembered the day he was informed about the incident in Xabi’s home; how he fought off his father. How he hurried to the hospital to be beside his crush, heart churning with an endless list of concerns. The nature of his friend's injuries left them communicating through pen and paper. The reason always made Gavin’s heart melt as his crush confessed to protecting his mother against his father. Despite his sorrows over the wounds, the battle scars on his beloved’s face motivated him to vaguely begin confessing those feelings. He always complimented his appearance, wishing to dispel the self-consciousness plaguing his crush. From there, everything unfurled naturally between them. It began with compliments, but later became the soft squeeze of holding hands and exchanging words of love. Then eventually, their interwoven path brought them to the decision to begin dating one another.
Happiness surrounded Gavin through those years as he blissfully went through high school, the man of his dreams beside him. Thoughts of anybody else could never intrude on his mind as their relationship developed. They were a marvellous couple, a pair displaying a destined path between them marked with romance. He gave everything to Xabi, the parts nobody knew, the good and the bad. He soon graduated and began working a job to earn money while contemplating his future. There were only a few certainties as Gavin danced through life, face smiling with a neverending glee. He believed everything was figured out, that things would properly arrange themselves. Alas, as the tales go, paradise can meet disaster for a devastating mixture.
Never would he forget that day... How the kitchen went silent because of the incoming news of a devastating atrocity. They always went quiet, but Gavin never thought anything of it. He should have known better. He silently kept listening, half listening to the report of a murder in Lorsette; sadly, it was nothing new. The news report proceeded, crackling over the old radio as they prepared to name the offender. When he heard his name, time stopped. He ceased any action and felt a numbness consume his body as everything felt hollow. That can’t be right… He remembered the softest touch to his shoulder as one of his coworkers told him to take a break. Every second was spent dialing his number, begging for something other than the long ringing and cut to voicemail. How he swore in worry and frustration... Until eventually he called the RCMP headquarters and inquired about the arrest. The truth was painful.
Xabi Raines was arrested for murder.
The apron was hanged from its hook as Gavin mumbled an apology and told his coworkers they would be short for the evening. Distraught emotions ripped into him as he hurried out. These allegations had to be false. He knew Xabi better, the man was a protector, not a killer. His heart ached, concerns escalated and he felt so panicked and confused he could hardly think straight. When he arrived at the RCMP headquarters, he was required to wait until the interrogations were over before he could see Xabi. Through the wait, he called his parents, frantically explaining the situation in hopes of receiving some calming, but they could only do so much. It was a shock that rattled the household, something nobody expected and believed from the beginning. When the opportunity arrived he could see his boyfriend, Gavin apologized and said goodbye to his parents.
He remembered entering the interrogation room and witnessing his boyfriend who seemed in a similar, albeit, worse mood. Their conversation fraught with upset was expected given the abrupt situation. Although, every word out of Xabi’s mouth was believed whole-heartedly by Gavin as he listened, offering support. He knew his boyfriend was incapable of killing somebody in cold-blooded murder; the gun he used never belonged to him. Alas, the police wanted to arrest somebody and a large, imposing giant was the target of their accusatory finger. They were adamant, botching their investigation with shoddy police work and failing to believe was what ifs. It fueled anger in Gavin, however, he vented it by remaining beside Xabi and offering assistance in court fees while helping his boyfriend’s mother on the side. Unfortunately, the case was high profile and the conclusion... it was inevitable from bias.
A guilty verdict stamped on Xabi’s head without remorse from the jury or judge. They believed the prosecution, they refused to even ponder a thought of the defense. They sentenced him to jail. His lover was fortunate to not receive life in prison, but people were campaigning for it, arguing it. It left a stinging pain inside his heart... After the sentencing, Gavin devoted time to visiting Xabi in jail and continued assuring his mother received any help she needed. He loved him, he loved his family and he would be damned if he abandoned him. Even as people mentioned the length of the prison sentence, Gavin remained in his relationship with Xabi. He could not imagine himself with anybody else. He promised to be there, to greet him the moment he escaped prison, to hug and hold him so they could continue their lives again... but plans do not always go accordingly.
His car required repairs and Gavin planned on dropping it off and going to visit Xabi while he waited. He had visited his boyfriend, enjoying one of their many conversation until the guards announced their time was up. He told him he loved him, told him he would be back tomorrow... That was the last time Gavin McTaylors would be seen by anybody. He never picked up his car, never returned to his apartment.
He never expected a bat to greet the back of his head. The swimming in his vision and rough ferrying of his unconscious body away.
Gavin McTaylors has been missing since 2009 with no traces as to his whereabouts. Despite their adamant belief of their son being alive, the McTaylors family announced him dead in 2010 to handle his assets. There was a small funeral held, but his family is still holding out hopes that their son will return to them. The money was donated to his boyfriend to assist with getting his life on track once he left prison.
misc
- Likes: Earl grey tea, reading, rain, quiet eves, baking, thunderstorms, lilacs, sitting by the fire, nature, gardening, flowers, watching the sunrise, animals, blankets, learning, freedom, blueberries, owls, stars - Dislikes: His voice, murder, blood, spicy foods, green tea, winter, blizzards, AP, forgetting, hunting intruders, vehicles, being alone, smoking, alcohol, snow, bright lights, crowded places, parties, spiders, water sounds, waves - Fears: Being unredeemable, never remembering, his creator, spiders - Despite being considered a guard for the Assembly, the Huntsman is not a fan of their beliefs. - His true name is Gavin Albert McTaylors, alas, the tampering of his heart core has resulted in him forgetting it. However, if somebody said his name he was familiar with, he may vaguely recognize it. - Call it his preference for maintaining a refined culture mentally which causes it, but Huntsman despises the sound of his gravely and gruff voice. Hence he is selectively mute and will speak through nods, sign language or writing. - Unexpectedly, he can write gorgeously in cursive. This does at times result in difficulties reading his writing. His cursive is similar to from before he died with very subtle differences that are hardly noticeable. - Gavin is rather ticklish. This trait carried on from when he was alive. - His soulmate is Xabi Raines.
roleplayer info
☆ NAME chibi magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years
☆ TIMEZONE central
☆ GENDER female
☆ AGE twenty-one
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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.
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