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 2022
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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
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[attr="class","zylanspeaks"]Hopefulness filled Zylan's chest as he prepared himself for a wondrous summer day of friendship making. The young nekomata struggled to form those connections, hence he hunted for the esteemed privilege of being considered somebody's friend. Shyness kept Zylan from interacting with those around him, his timidness making his presence hardly impactful. He dressed himself in a pair of dark-green shorts with a plethora of pockets and a simple white t-shirt. His thoughts were decorated with excitement as he walked through the threshold with a gleeful skip to his step.
Throughout his drive over to the fair location, Zylan attempted to hype himself for the event. Fantasies of finally succeeding fluttered through his mind. The unhealthy optimism fed with his hopeful to discover a beautiful friend. Fortunately, the optimism gave artificial confidence as Zylan walked through the arch, smiling broadly. Quietly, he walked through the stalls of food and admired from a distance the large rides. People gleefully screamed in play as they enjoyed rides or attempted to win the many possible prizes.
Ever cautious however, the nekomata kept his distance from anything related to knocking down bottles. Regularly, the rattling tensed the young, dark-haired man; nothing compared to the disturbance of shattering glass. The freckled young man glances around, walking through the self-made pathways, heading towards the created meeting place. Near the magician's tent. That was the location provided by the officials hosting Friendship Initiative. The excitement and anxiety mingling in Zylan's veins as he approached the expected location, early.
Silently, he allowed his thoughts to support him through the shyness wishing to tear him apart. The dark-haired young man desired manifesting connections between others. Constantly, Zylan had his older brother, Dylan, behind him, supporting him. However, the nekomata wanted his dearest brother to know his protective, wondrous brother to know he held the opportunity to meet others as well. Another person to lean on meant Dylan could worry less and gain further freedoms, something Zylan believed his shield of a brother required.
The young man's eyes locked with the magician's tent, a stunning tent composed of dark purple fabric with a starry design. Faint sparkles coated its surface in an attempt to bedazzle passersby with the notions of illusions. Magician magic always held its personal curiosities, especially when accomplished by a mundane human without assistance. Card tricks or general mystifying tricks of the eye brought a gasp to the young nekomata's lips. Hope filled the dark-haired florist as he stared at the glorious tent. Perhaps his partner for Friendship Initiative would enjoy similar ventures.
Joyously, the optimistic man grinned as his hands grasped together. He bounced on his feet, fighting off shyness with optimistic thoughts of finding somebody to connect with. It excited him! He always wanted to forge friendships, and finally, the opportunity was presented to him... It was invigorating! The mental requirements were being prepped, to make a good first impression and be the bundle of joy people desired from a friend. Never mention the tormented, troubled history of his past and everything would be perfectly fine.
Nobody desired listening to the sorrows of a boy hindered by abuse and pressured by the burdens of a questionable upbringing. About an alcoholic mother who lacked the motherly instincts and a depressed father enabling her from sheer inability to cease those actions. Naturally, he would allow them to meet Dylan, his hero and the one he confessed his sorrowful feelings to, but everything would be limited should the future turn golden... Anything beyond his brother... would be met with a soft, awkward laugh and a 'they're busy' as it always was.
Thoughts of his volatile upbringing were shoved under, draped in unhealthy optimism of 'I'm okay now', yet, mere memories left the pit of his stomach empty and his soul shaking in fear. Never again... You're okay... Never again. It repeated through his mind on a cycle while his lips carried a smile of plastic. To everyone else, Zylan was perfectly fine and excited, but inside he awaited that distraction to save him from his inner turmoil.
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At the unthreatening height of a meagre 5’7”, there is nothing particularly special about Zylan’s appearance. His unimpressive and muscle-lacking frame makes Zylan a rather thin young man with willowy limbs. A majority of his frame is slender, leaving him without any muscle to put force behind what he accomplishes. Alas, this is prefered, for Zylan is renowned as a gentle soul. Even his job requires the delicate touch of his soft, long-fingered hands as he ferries flowers and happily arranges them. Each finger holds a small amount of callous from unfortunate incidents of getting on the wrong side of a rose thorn. His complexion is best described as fair, leaning more towards the paler side. Thanks to the intervention of his brother, Zylan is devoid of scars across his delicate frame. This being said, Zylan does have small freckles on occasional points of his body.
The initially noticed feature of Zylan’s face are the accumulation of freckles across his face and the bridge of his nose. There are plenty marking his face and are frequently noticed the moment someone gets the opportunity to see his countenance. Should Zylan become flushed, it is common for the freckles to be exemplified by the reddening of his cheeks. These freckles mark a softened landscape of semi-high cheekbones leading to cheeks with a slight plumpness to them. This gives Zylan a well-filled facial structure. His jawline leads to a softly curved chin, maintaining a gentleness to his facial. Perched atop his head is locks of messy dark near-black brown hair. Frequently, despite Zylan’s best efforts, locks stick out from his nest of soft locks. The most notable being a single, uncooperative tuft that sticks straight out; he swears it has a mind of its own. There are two locks that land between his eyes, narrowly avoiding staying out of his line of sight. His eyes are a dull, carob brown colour.
Simplistic is the preferred clothing style of Zylan’s. Rarely does he wear graphic t-shirts or anything with complicated designs. He enjoys shirts of a solid cover, nothing tight-fitting around his body, else he feels constricted. As a preference, Zylan has always fancied loose-fitting sweaters and turtlenecks. Oftentimes, around his right wrist is a temperature regulating charm in the style of a woven bracelet. For pants he frequently wears blue jeans or sweats, it depends heavily on mood. On lazier days he will wear sweats meanwhile he may otherwise wear jeans. In winter, he often wears thick jackets and beanies. As for shoes, Zylan wears casual without much thought other than what he considers comfortable.
In feline form, Zylan takes the form of a small, domestic short-haired. His fur is silky smooth with a sleek black colour. He is a tad larger than average cats because of him being a nekomata, but he can easily be taken for a larger-than-usual cat. In this form, his eyes maintain their carob colour, albeit, his eyes gain the cat-like slits. At times, his feline traits can appear when he is in human form, most specifically his ears and tail. This can lead to black ears poking from his head or a tail suddenly appearing. This often happens after dreams of being in cat form or if Zylan wills these traits to manifest themself.
Feline Shifting -- Mastered The ability to shift into a feline form. A domestic short-haired is Zylan’s feline form and a form he enjoys at times. In moments of extreme stress or anxiety to hide himself away and receive some well-needed calming time. The implications of Zylan’s shifting have always been for a therapeutic break from life stress or simply a way to blend in. In his cat form, Zylan is faster than when he is human form, however, he merely uses this skill if he is late for work. At times, in spite of his smooth control, when Zylan is restless or playful, his cat ears and tail may spawn unconsciously. This similarly happens when Zylan has dreams about being in cat form. It takes Zylan approximately 15 seconds to shift into his cat form, however, during this time he would be his most vulnerable. While his body alters, he is unable to access his abilities or properly move, hence making it difficult for him to protect himself.
Darkness Manipulation -- Beginner The ability to manipulate darkness, allowing the user to accomplish things like make barriers or mists. With this ability, Zylan lacks skill and training in the basic fundamentals. As somebody who operates peacefully, he never trained it after finding little practical use of it. This being said, the ability has a nasty habit of activating when Zylan’s anxiety levels reach an extreme. Regularly, it manifests itself defensively and will create a barrier around Zylan. Unfortunately, this drains his energy rather quickly, leaving him exhausted after the shield cracks and breaks.
Enhanced Speed -- Intermediate The ability to enhance one’s speed, allowing the user to run faster than average. From a fighting or defensive perspective, Zylan is horrible with his speed. In stressful situations he can become jittery and have his enhanced speed over-react to situations, resulting in the occasional crash or bump. Normally, Zylan accesses his enhanced speed to hurry to work whenever he is late. Otherwise, he rarely uses it unless it is accidentally activated because of a stressful situation or excessive fear.
Naturals: Enhanced Dexterity, Enhanced Senses, Night Vision, Enhanced Stealth
behind those plastic smiles were always leaking tears of pain, weren’t there?
Bathed in a dimmer sense of fortune, Zylan Meyer was the youngest child of the Meyer family. The volatile nature of two feuding parents, one of particular bitterness fueled by the intoxicating fluids of alcohol. Somehow, the pair managed to birth one child only to be shortly followed by a second. At times, it was speculated their abrupt pregnancy decision was chosen in hopes of saving a failing marriage. It became the catalyst for mother’s drinking and inspiration for father's depression. The alcohol made the mother an abusive woman, manipulative, hurtful and spiteful towards the rest of her family. Although, Zylan was fortunate to have somebody to admire and cradle him away from the darkness consuming their family. From the beginning, Zylan’s older brother, Dylan, proved the protector in their twisted little story. A game of sorrow and domestic violence which would inevitably create the scarred, timid florist of the current.
As the younger sibling, Zylan was granted the opportunity to learn and gain wisdom from his mere two years older brother. He clung to his words and to him for safety throughout their early years. Even as school began, Zylan exhibited an intense closeness to his older brother and would often run crying to him with his childhood problems. Mom and dad never wanted to listen and where that absence was, his brother fulfilled. Nonetheless, the scars of a troubled home life manifested quickly in Zylan’s day to day. In school, he was a timid child, the type who sat at a table and coloured opposed joining the other children. Socializing was difficult because of the emotional crippling accomplished by his volatile parents. He was shy and struggled to make friends through school, even through the light pushes of his teachers.
Alas, the misfortunes were to come in the heat of anger from a single source. Children are innately clumsy, and despite his nekomata genes, Zylan was no an exception. There was hardly purpose as he tripped and knocked over mom’s wine glass. The tiny shards of glass that embedded in the carpet around a thick blotch of a wine stain. Perhaps there was bated breath as his mother’s anger boiled over, but he remembers most the loud shattering... In her lusting for violence she broke the hefty wine bottle against the living room table. Her angered screams breached his sensitive hearing as he wildly whipped his head around. The shrill scream of fright reverberating from his own lungs as he scurried forward, away. Father would never consider lifting a hand against the volatile woman... but bravery can come from the smallest places as his brother protected him.
Rather than him, the error making receiving punishment, Dylan took whatever she planned on dishing. The terror in young Zylan’s eyes as mother willing took out her miniature anger fit on him before lumbering away for more precious alcohol. As the beast left, Zylan grabbed his brother’s arm, pleading for him to follow. He led him to the washroom, helping him with whatever injuries he had, but an over-emotional child was hardly a good doctor. They finished the job, the best two broken children could accomplish. However, the incident was a reminder in Zylan’s head of never mess with mother. Through his residence in their volatile little home, the young nekomata heard the warning siren of mom’s anger, of incoming punishment befalling a resident... A broken bottle, it always meant something bad would be coming. It meant screaming, threats, hatred and most of all pain. It became Zylan’s fear, the thing that left his heart shaking inside his chest.
As Zylan grew up, realizing the ramifications from his emotionally unhealthy upbringing came as innately as riding a bike. A mere sixteen-years-old and the young man discovered himself hastily placing together a resume and finding a part time job. He wanted escape, and there were skills and traits he required. He began a meagre grocery store clerk making practically pennies, but he saved every cent. When he saved enough, it began with driving lessons. He needed to learn and having a license would open his job market without having to depend on carpools or bus trips. He planned every second and worked his fingers to the bone gathering enough to hopefully move out at eighteen. He worked endlessly, taking many shifts, grabbing any overtime he could and focusing on the overarching goal of escape. Working kept him out of the house, allowed him to avoid his volatile home, but left him tired and drained when he returned home. Graduation happened at seventeen and Zylan hastily began applying for full-time jobs, but one struck his fancy the most.
Always, he adored flowers, their gentle nature and calming aromas. He remembered arranging them, blissfully praying for a few moments of relaxation in his frightful life. Applying for a position as a florist felt natural, and when he nailed the interview and proved to possess a love for the occupation, he found himself accepted. Work soon transformed into therapy where he would be paid. Precious minutes of meticulous arranging or time spent watering the flowers and bringing them happiness eased him. From there the unhealthy optimism spawned as several times over his problems were muted and shoved away. He retained a cheerfulness believed to be summoned by proper health and good parenting... when in reality, inside he was a broken young man fighting for escape; craving it! Nobody needed to become privy to those factors, he had Dylan after all... The one person who always listened and understood through the survival of a mutual situation.
His goals in leaving at eighteen failed, however, after an extra year of steady work, Zylan saved enough to move into a small apartment. In time, he managed to purchase a small vehicle and set himself up for escape. Counting down those blissful days until he could leave home filled him to the brim with happiness, but it was not until the last minute did he remember an oversight. The protector, gallant and benevolent, still captured inside the realm of their volatile prison. He was quick to ask about him, wondering if he would escape the place of their binding, but Dylan held no escape. The split-second decision arrived quickly as the mantra of no man left behind entered his mind. He offered his brother housing, told him to get packed, informed him he would be coming with him. It was considered an action required given the multitude of incidents where Dylan protected him. Together, they moved out, leaving behind the volatile home of their birth for the apartment. It was a welcomed change.
The move relieved endless amounts of emotional distress from Zylan’s life, or at least, the addition of it. Despite his well-needed escape, the young man suffers from a slew of problems manifested from his upbringing. From acute PTSD to an extreme sensitivity to topics of domestic abuse. Yet, he smiles, each faked and designed to mask the emotional turmoiling wreaking havoc on his body. Only a single individual listened to his traumas, sympathized with him, but was equally punished by the ill-suiting environment for children. People never wanted to listen, thus what could he do but smile? But be a positive ball of light? That is what everybody wanted, not a sad, mopey young man with anxiety issues. They wanted someone who was happy.
misc
- Likes: Ravens/crows, flowers, hot chocolate, sweets, caramel, reading, soft songs, blankets, snuggling, being pet, cat toys, lounging in sunlight, astrology, singing, stuffed animals, woven bracelets, music, his brother, rain, colouring, seafood - Dislikes: When he cries, alcohol, spicy foods, cramped spaces, winter, graveyards, screaming, being spotlighted, crowded locations, arguing, dogs, thunder storms, cold temperatures, jumpscares - Fears: Broken bottles, domestic violence, drinking, addiction - The sound of glass breaking gives Zylan extreme anxiety. It can make him tremble and emotionally shut down for a minute. At times, he will even tear up and cling to the first person to offer a comforting place to fall. - His optimism spawns from a heavy belief nobody wants to listen to his problems or have to deal with a mopey individual, so he masks it. - The only person currently aware of the depths of Zylan’s emotional problems is his older brother, Dylan. He is among the few Zylan does talk to about what happened. - Zylan does suffer from acute PTSD, his triggers revolving around topics related to domestic violence. Being exposed to his triggers places Zylan in a panic state where his right hand will start moving involuntary; usually a slight rotation. His breathing will often accelerate and his chest may begin to hurt as his body panics. He often trembles in addition to this. - If someone Zylan’s trusts pets him, there is a high chance Zylan will begin purring. - He refuses to drink any alcohol because of the home situation he came from. He is scared drinking will make him angry and mean to people. - He has a gentle singing voice, but severe stage fright. - He loves watching his brother and his band perform. - Whenever a jumpscare comes up in a horror movie or game, there is a good chance Zylan will scream. He cannot help it and hates that it happens.
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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