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.
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The Staff
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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.
[attr="class","markusspeak"]Relief from vexation arrived in the decision to feign their task completion. A quick survey of the area determined nobody observing the pair's efforts nor any prying eyes arriving to boss them around. Considering the main body of the workday was accomplished, sneaking away from the ridiculous, redundant task of leaf raking became easy. Furthermore, them both being against the torture they were subjected to made for quick complacency in packing up and pretending to be finished their daily tasks.
The wind around them swirled, thieving a few lingering leaves from the pile, however, Markus ignored them. What mattered was hastily stuffing leaves into a bag and escaping the stupidity of their circumstance. The grumbles of the darker-haired man panged against Markus' ears, prompting the blond to groan and glare. The correctness of Sebastian's statement was obnoxious for the young raiju. Moonlight Reverie's intentions were clearer than crystal, every second making it evident the noble assholes merely planned on wasting their time with tedious little tasks.
Evident by his narrowed eyes, Markus despised these instances where the pack hands would be thrown redundant jobs to accomplish. If anything, the noble leaders of Moonlight Reverie only proved how little they cared about appropriately using the time of others.
"Whatever! I get it, they are dumb and we're the pissed off wolves that gotta stand out here looking stupid," the bespectacled blond grumbled back. "They probably made us do that so they could cackle their fucking asses off... Prissy dumbasses."
Sentiments about receiving a good Macdonald's meal warranted a nod from Markus. The raiju similarly planned on purchasing a decent meal of fast food to sate the ravenous craving building up inside. Despite the lack of nutritional values in fast food, the treat tasted incredible and kept him returning and purchasing more. The further thoughts drifted to their MacDonalds, the further Markus' mind drifted to hunger. The young blond desired the opportunity to escape the suffocating realm of work in favour of devouring cheeseburgers with a good friend.
Though the mentioning of requiring muscle summoned a pout onto the raiju's countenance. After months of wrestling and having his successes, the lycanthrope held the audacity to question his physical condition?!
"Oh yeah, tell that to me when next time we wrestle, I'm hovering over you again," Markus retorted, emphasizing the final word. "And I don't know. Some fucking idiot who's never seen a calendar in their goddamn life."
With the bag released from his grasp, Markus' other hand grasped the shovel handle. Steadily, the blond pushed the steel tip into the pile of leaves. Once he possessed a fair amount of the head, he dumped it into the black garbage bag. Gradually, he repeated the cycle, filling the bag with autumn-coloured leaves. The final scoop brought about a near-filled bag of leaves and small remnants of leaves on the ground. Briefly, his almond-coloured eyes glanced over the remaining leaves where their pile previously laid.
"I'm not picking those up... Just tie it off and put it in the back, screw staying any longer than we need to," the blond grumbled.
The raiju strode up to the truck bed with the shovel, throwing it into the back. It clattered against the rakes and the metal bottom, seeming to complain about its seat in the vehicle. However, Markus ignored it and opted to open the driver's side door and slide inside.
[attr="class","markusspeak"]Dancing leaves flowed through the autumn air, suggesting the arrival of one of the more redundant pack hand jobs, leaf raking. Reasons existed behind the other jobs where routine maintenance was sensible, but raking leaves in Markus' opinion was a meagre excuse to keep him busy. The community perched in the Lorsette woodlands always got coated in leaves come the fall months. Trees surrounded Moonlight Reverie, and yet, they expected him to spend countless, pointless hours raking leaves.
To state, the activity annoyed Markus would be an understatement. The redundance of it all was vexing, therefore, the raiju wore a grumpy countenance throughout his work. The dreary atmosphere provided for the obnoxious task of raking leaves only worsened the blond's mood. The sky was clouded over thickly, suggesting rain could arrive and rue the efforts taken to clean up the leaves. In short, the entire situation was something Markus despised with every fibre of his being! Besides, who cared about a few stupid leaves on their lawn?!
Though some fortune shone on him and the blond received the assistance of one of the more tolerable pack members. The dark-haired man was known as Sebastian. He was somebody who summoned joy throughout the days he spent here. The pair rough-housing and competing. Their friendship came quickly, gaining power on the wings of many competitions forged suddenly. They raced, wrestled and generally "played" together with a majority of the time. Though, what aided their friendship was Sebastian's lack of harping on him for having no noble genes; that was what made everyone obnoxious.
However, as time passed, Markus hastily learned the dark-haired man was no labourer. The comparison of their leaf piles was blatantly contrasting, with the raiju having a larger accumulation than the lycanthrope. Alas, Markus ignored it as he steadily worked, hands clasped tight around the rake. Perhaps worn from the stupidity of their task, the dark-haired man's complaints and subsequent give-up reached the blond's ears. Each word laced with a compliment, as though the additional efforts were unnecessary from the sheer capability donated by Markus.
The blond rolled his eyes, straightening, allowing the rounded, wooden end of the rake to fall into the ground. From his position, he glanced over his shoulder, almond-coloured eyes locking on the lycanthrope assigned to help him. Markus considered for a moment offering encouragement... until his eyes overlooked the scattered leaves. A pout touched his lips and a growl escaped his throat. Across the final lawn of their labour, a few leaves were still scattered. Worsening the lycanthrope's mood was the clear view of the finished areas, already leaf covered.
"Raking leaves is so dumb! Look at this, bs! The ones we did are already covered!" The blond complained, seemingly following Sebastian's example mere moments later. "What's the point in even raking them?!"
The number of leaves covering the grass like a mismatch carpet of red, orange, yellow and narrowly surviving green were re-accumulating. Their piles insignificant as the sinister, looming leaf-holders sprinkled more down. Seemingly mocking them like a person inside a building pointing out every little speck missed by a window cleaner. The process was aggravating and admittedly, Markus was beginning to get fed up himself. The blond glanced around quickly, surveying the similarities of the lawn they raked compared to the others.
"Let's just pretend we finished and bag it all up," the blond suggested, turning around fully to face Sebastian. "Besides! If it rains, we will have to start over and I don't know about you, but I say screw that!"
With a decision made, Markus lifted his rake and walked back to the work truck. In the back were several tied off, filled bags of leaves alongside a small slit left for the rakes. The raiju slid the tool back into the truck bed before rounding the side to open the back door. Inside was various tools, but in addition, there were empty plastic bags contained in a box. The blond paused for a moment, remembering the obnoxious difficulty in attempting to one-hand shovel leaves into the bag. His almond eyes shifted to his given helper, thoughts churning.
"Help me do this and I will take us to MacDonalds and pay for it."
Was Markus bribing his good friend to help him finish the job they were mutually assigned? Yes. Was part of this also an excuse to purchase some fast food? Hell yes. Before any rebukes could be made, the raiju offered the bag to Sebastian, knowing full well it was the easiest of the tasks. After all, the blond wanted this stupid excuse for a job done, even if it involved stopping work about 15 minutes early. Though, admittedly, Markus already found a way to dance around people questioning his early leave when it arrived in leaf raking.
It was called, driving slow to the dumping site under the guise of possibly losing bags and shuffling his feet to take them out of the truck. Then afterwards, it would be sweet, sweet MacDonalds, or at least, he hoped.
At a height of 5’9” and a fairly average body, there is little impressive force to Markus. He lacks the extravagance of overbearing muscles and the strength that accompanies them. Rather, for a male he is slender with a light sense of lean muscle, but nothing particularly noticeable unless under moments of exertion. Although, he is fortunate with his slenderness lacking lankiness which lends him some of the modern-style attraction people search for. This being said, his fingers are denoted as longer than average with a graceful slenderness. In complexion, Markus is fair, neither overly tanned nor extremely pale. There is subtle scarring on his knuckles, hands and feet which occurred the night his parents perished.
High cheekbones well-settled into a slender face maintain Markus’ appearance. They are a slightly noticeable feature, leading into a fair of semi-filled cheeks. Down to a strong jawline and softly pointed chin they lead. His nose is an average size, holding a soft, pointed and upturned tip. Eyes of a soft, almond colour are magnified by a pair of glasses with thick black rims. The lenses in his glasses are relatively thick and designed to assist with seeing longer distances. He lacks contact lenses, thus without them, Markus is blind. Depending on lighting, the short hair flowing from Markus’ head can vary from a darker blond with a soft brown tinge to a lighter shade. Frequently, Markus keeps his hair well-trimmed to avoid it getting into his eyes.
Casual wear is a preference of Markus’. Plain shirts are favoured, but Markus will wear the occasional graphic t-shirt of his favoured band. Oftentimes, a hoodie may be thrown over his shirt. Jeans are Markus’ preferred type of pants, however, on lazier days he wears sweatpants, regularly of a black shade. Frequently, he will wear a beanie over his hair and have his headphones in. During work hours, Markus wears shirts defined for work in case they get dirty. Regularly, this is an old shirt and pair of pants he no longer cares about.
As a raiju, Markus is capable of shifting into a wolf form. A northern timber wolf is the form Markus takes when he shifts. His wolf form holds a tanned pelt with subtle unique features. Patches with a soft, bluish tinge mark his fur, however, this is only notice upon close examination of his fur patterns. At times, his human form can exhibit traits of his animal form, most renown being ears and a tail. However, when angry, Markus has been known to accidentally spawn his claws and teeth.
Electricity Manipulation -- Beginner The ability to manipulate electricity, allowing the user to shock another individual. Growing up along lycanthropes, hellhounds and other wolf species rather than raiju held side effects for Markus. He is unable to properly control his electricity manipulation since he never received lessons on how to accomplish it. As a result, when he is extremely angry, people will often hear static pops in the air. Should these emotions increase, Markus can accidentally shock people because of this ability. When this ability is invoked from anger, it does assist with lowering Markus’ energy and tiring him out.
Storm Manipulation -- Beginner The ability to manipulate storms, allowing the user to form them to their will. Similarly, Markus was never trained because of the lack of raijus in Moonlight Reverie. He is unable to control his storm manipulation, making it extremely susceptible to his emotions. If he is extremely upset, the air around him may grow thick similar to it raining. When anger claims him, a thunderstorm may form above him, downpouring on a small area. These incidents similarly drain him extremely quickly, leaving him tired afterwards.
Enhanced Speed -- Mastered The ability to enhance one's speed to beyond that of a regular individual. Unlike his neglected other abilities, Markus is capable with his enhanced speed. With the ability overlapping his with lycanthrope adopted mother, Markus has learned it. Regularly, the ability is used for mundane purposes such as getting work done quicker or heading over to the next job. From an offensive perspective, his enhanced speed does allow Markus to activate a higher reaction time than most individuals. Nonetheless, he is somewhat incapable when it comes to offensive procedures because he is not expected to fight back. He is a meagre peasant beneath the nobles after all! Over time, Markus’ enhanced speed will tire him out, making him drowsy and sometimes hungry. Overuse can easily debilitate his muscles and force him to rest.
Wolf Shifting -- Mastered The ability to shift into a wolf form. When shifted, Markus takes on the form of a tanned-cloured northern timber wolf. There is a soft, blue-ish tinge hidden inside his fur because of his raiju heritage. In this form, Markus is larger than an average wolf, making him frightening when shifted. When shifted, his enhanced speed strengthens, allowing him to run further and longer because of the powers in his shift. Changing between his human and wolf form takes Markus roughly 20 seconds because of his capability, although, during this time he is vulnerable. Should he get injured in wolf form, he will automatically return to human form because of the injuries. At times, this can result in Markus being unable to shift for days.
Born to a jovial family of raijus, Markus was an over-zealous and energetic child. Throughout his childhood, many stated he radiated sunshine and happiness. His parents loved and doted on him, the Griswald family being beloved in Lorsette. His father played the role of the bread-winner while his mother maintained a part-time job and played housewife. It was a classic, story book family dynamic where everybody smiled and shared cheer. As a child, Markus lived off smiles, praise and the kindness his parents gave him. He remembered when father taught him to swim in the ocean for the first time. He remembered how mother would play video games with him despite her lack of apparent skill. The fantasy books they read, the songs they sang and the love they shared.
Alas, the fairytale would be short-lived as a once cookie-cutter life underwent that day. If inquired about the evening in question, anyone would notice the grimace on Markus’ countenance as he mumbled out an “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Memories of the gruesome eve stick to the walls of Markus’ mind, refusing to leave him. From the eve of horrors, Markus gained a variety of scars, each different and leaving a mark. His hands and feet bear the burdens of a frightful escape. However, his mind weighs with thoughts of the people he lost. The ones who summoned forth endless happiness through positive memories and benevolence. Everything left a mark from that day. The memories burnt into his mind, an unforgotten stain removing the cheerful boy everybody knew. Oh how paradise crumbles…
That chilling scream… it roused you from slumber’s clutches and rattled your body. Your heart pounded against its caged, your mind went wild, but you could never imagine the reality that would face you.
A scream broke in the household, shaking a young 8 year old Markus from the depths of his slumber. The shrill, high-pitched tone mimicked his mother. At times his mother screamed upon the sighting of a snake, her biggest fears. Yet, a chillingness gripped the siren of a problem inside the household. From the warmth of his bed, Markus escaped, feet hitting the cold hardwood floor of his bedroom. The shouting continued, more screaming, grunts from his father, glass breaking. Those were never the sounds mother made when a snake happened to slither into the household. Gradually, he moved towards the bedroom door, hand shaking as it closed in around the doorknob. The knob jiggled in his grip as he fearfully twisted it. The hinges creaked as a deadly silence filled the home.
“Mom? Dad?”
The voice of a frightened child resonated through the house as he slowly stepped through the house. The way he breathed quicker, fear lurking over his tiny shoulders as he gradually walked through his place of safety. Nothing could be wrong... this was their home... their safety... Light poured from the archways of the kitchen. Under the belief his parents would be inside, Markus hurried to the tall arches. Already his brain flashed pictures of a snake, maybe multiple, his mother perhaps dropping a midnight glass of water. Meanwhile, his father attempted to calm her while ushering those pesky creatures out. Alas, as he ventured closer, the sounds of deep gurgles and snarling entered his ears. He ceased in his increased pace, creeping slowly towards the tall arch... nothing could have prepared him... the moment his eyes crawled over the gore.
Red leaked from his mother’s mouth, a giant splotch covering her chest. The gurgling echoed from her throat as a pool formed. Blood splattered around the kitchen, wild and crazed. Glasses littered the floor, shattered and a broken window. Terrified, the child’s eyes kept moving, soon locking on a beast composed of mechanisms and animals hovering over his father. Between its gnashing jaws a broom near breaking. His father was desperate, torn and downright battered from the presented situation. His eyes fleeting a moment, horror flickering in them as he noticed the small figure in the archway. Time was limited and he knew he would perish shortly from the ravaging beast above him.
”MARKUS, RUN!”
The child required no further motivation as fear enveloped him. He turned heel, hearing the creature growl as it glanced over at the easier prey. The sounds of a struggle and his own heartbeat filled Markus’ ears as he approached the front door. His tiny fingers fumbled the lock and twisted it open. Shoeless and alone in the Lorsette countryside, Markus ran from the home. His feet graced gravel and concrete before hitting the relief of ground, but he dared not cease. Cuts littered his feet as he plunged into the forest, not thinking twice. He needed escape and he needed it now! There were moments he stumbled as frightened tears blurred his visions, but he pushed himself up and kept running.
”HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP!”
The shrill voice of a panicked child rang through the night, emotional and racked by near-sobbing. With every venture forward, his hands and feet received the scars of that evening, but he found fortune. Perhaps she desired a midnight stroll or heard his frightened screams with her well-tuned ears, but Markus’ appreciation never died for her. Lyrica Hew heard his desperate cries and came to his aid. She brought him close, calmed him with her soothing voice while carrying her to Moonlight Reverie, her pack. The TRS were called about the incident, each praying the father survived the gruesome incident. Alas, both Markus’ mother and father were announced dead at the scene. There were no more blood relatives for the young boy, leaving him alone in the cruel and twisted world. The tears that poured down his face upon receiving the news were endless. His parents were murdered by a terror and paradise was shattered in a single bloody eve.
Throughout it all, Lyrica Hew acted as Markus’ support, comforting and caring for the young boy. When the funeral arrived, Lyrica assisted with preparations and attended with Markus and generally gave him a soft place to fall. He felt safe with Lyrica. During the darkest hours, she was the stranger who became a mother to him. Perhaps it prompted her adoption, the young woman always wishing for a son, but never to marry. Into the pack of hellhounds and lycanthropes, Markus was brought as the adopted son of Lyrica. He welcomed his adopted mother, but everybody else always gave them strange glances. They were of a noble bloodline, while he was not, therefore his destiny was laid before him from there. Their snobbish ways kept them from sympathy and Markus rejected them as family. Lyrica was family, they were not!
As Markus aged, he received assistance via his adopted mother, Lyrica. She assisted with medical aid and helped piece the broken child back together. Although, never would the cheerful young boy return in full. A sorrow built inside of him, his loneliness increasing with the manner his packmates treated him. They mocked and jeered at him because he was the outsider, the peculiar one, the stranger. Thus, as he became a teenager, he became the pack hand who fixed things, helped with the hard work and everything in between. Despite graduating with the prestigious title of honour roll on his shoulders, their treatment never changed. He became considered a bit aggressive and standoffish. The focus of the young boy became on money and escaping, since as much as he adores his adopted mother, Moonlight Reverie is no home to him. Thus he works, the tragedies of the past weighing heavily upon his shoulders.
misc
- Likes: Cinnamon hearts, wolves, rain, napping, reeses, swimming, fantasy novels, quiet places, nature, music, building, engineering, driving, his adoptive mother, beanies, gum, video games, wrestling, coffee, ice cream - Dislikes: Moonlight Reverie, packs, crowded areas, AP conversations, exhaustion, April, country music, overly sweet foods, cats, nobles, condescending voices, tea, strong smells, perfume, powerful deodorant - Fears: Terrors, the Assembly, death - Due to his lack of true blooded ties to Moonlight Reverie, Markus is treated like a peasant and pack hand. - Around the time his parents died, Markus is known for getting depressed. During the rest of the year he is regularly fine, but it hits him hard when he is depressed. His parents died in April. - When he works, he tends to turn his music up loud to ignore those who berate him. - He wants to leave Moonlight Reverie as soon as he gets the funds to escape. The only thing he likes about Moonlight Reverie is his adopted mother. - He is the lowest ranked member in Moonlight Reverie, furthermore, he is not particularly loyal to his pack. While he would never betray, he does want to leave. - He loves making things and building. Markus is hoping one day he could go to college for engineering. - Ice cream and brownies together are his main comfort food. - Markus cannot cook at all, do not trust him to! - Markus loves wrestling people. It is believed to have festered from his wolf side and time in the pack. He especially loves the notion of wrestling someone he has a Romantic relationship with.
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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