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.
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The blonde shifter's turquoise eyes shifted between the beagle trembling beneath the bush and Zephyr. After discovering the poor little dog hiding beneath the bush, Nyla prayed they could aid the skittish dog. A soft 'hmm' escaped her lips as her gaze returned to the little creature hiding under the many branches. Despite her efforts in getting the beagle out, it was undoubtedly difficult given the canine's easily frightened nature. The fox shifter kept herself low to the ground, gazing at the dog and sniffing the air.
Despite the beagle's present location beneath the wavering branches, the huntress' keen sense of smell would allow her to discover anything amiss. From what her nose could capture, there were no injuries, but rather a thick coat of putrid grime across the beagle's pelt. Yet, as a more delightful scent wafted into her nostrils, her gaze hastily shifted back to her fellow shifter. Shortly, a broad smile lit her countenance brighter than a firecracker. As she expected, the dark-haired shifter had plans to assist the situation which consisted of a delicious little treat.
"Good idea, Zephyr," she praised quietly.
Her gaze shifted back to the beagle as Zephyr offered the jerky. Her delicate ears detected a subtle whine as the dog's nose picked up the delectable food being held by the dark-haired man.
"It will be alright, we'll help you," she coaxed softly.
The beagle remained beneath the bush, its large eyes staring between her and Zephyr. Tentatively, it began moving closer, approaching the dark-haired man holding the jerky. Gradually, its mouth reached for the jerky, gently trying to take the food while not getting too close.
Mind thoroughly distracted with the discovered beagle pup, Nyla failed to notice Zephyr's late arrival. Rather, her mind was transfixed with attempting to befriend the small, floppy-eared dog. Beneath the bushes, the canine shuffled, large eyes staring up at her, as though attempting to discern whether she was trustworthy. The young fox-shifter maintained a neutral expression as she steadily crouched in front of the bush. The woman's turquoise eyes watched the young beagle, meanwhile, her ears steadily twitched atop her head.
Though her focused resulted in her failing to notice the scuffling around her. They observed the first tentative steps of the young pup. Hesitantly, it moved towards her, preparing to sniff her hand. Yet, before it drew close enough, the beagle cowered back abruptly, returning to the bush it hid beneath. Confusion flickered in the young woman's eyes. Her ears flicked, detecting the soft footsteps closing in and the familiar voice beside her. The blonde's head turned, turquoise hues noticing the black-haired man she planned on meeting, Zephyr.
"It's a beagle, the little guy is really scared," she explained quietly. "It was almost out when you came over, but I think it gets scared easy."
A soft sigh left her lips as she looked back to the cowering dog, however, memories returned to her. Inside the male shifter's laboratory was a st. bernard that occasionally visited.
"Any suggestions? You do get visits from that st. bernard," she asked.
A neutral expression mingled with soft concern played across her countenance. The beagle's condition was difficult to decipher and her primary worries consisted of the creature being harmed on its venture outside.
Snow gracefully danced from the skies above. In spite of the snowfall, the temperature was relatively warm during the early February days. Fresh from work, the young huntress entered the TRS changing rooms to derobe from her messy uniform and into the clean clothes she left inside her locker. The young woman was quick to change into some sweat pants and a thick, long-sleeved red shirt. Her thoughts were happily swirling, her hips swaying, smile broad and ears pricked fully in delight. Days prior, Nyla asked her long-time friend, Zephyr, to join her after work for some festivities.
The type? She was not entirely certain herself, however, the vixen shifter was well-aware of the deep connection forming. Her attachment towards the dark-haired man only increased through the months. Mayhaps an extended courting from both parties, alas, it gave room for certainty. Despite her youth, Nyla's maturity reminded her how she cared for her sister, became the mother and father in place of their parents. In their absence, the blonde was required to rise to the plate after the disgrace her aunt and uncle exhibited; she was the only one around for Ines now.
She desired to introduce somebody good, a positive influence on their lives. It left her thoughts to churn as she plucked off the thin, spring coat from the locker hook. The jacket was tugged over her shoulders, the young woman's duffle bag shortly following. Briskly, she walked, head held up with confidence and radiant with the expression of joy. Excitement teemed in her limbs as the softest bit of a hop was featured in her steps. Those strides carried her outside the locker room and through the heavy double doors.
Mentally, she ran through the route to the meeting place. Outside the exit door nearby the lab was where she planned to meet the infamous weapons smith. The soft crunch of snow beneath her boots filled her ears as she journeyed through the delightful outside world. Her turquoise eyes wandered and gleamed as he admired the dancing flakes while enduring the cold. A breath of cold air was dragged deep, exhaling into steam hiding a faint smile. Though, the expression faded as whimpering managed to infiltrate the fox shifter's ears.
Her ears twitched, swiveling and prompting her eyes to shortly forward. Confusion breached her countenance as she slowly began following the soft whimpering. Gradually, it grew louder, each step carrying her closer as her eyes searched... until she discovered the source. Nestled beneath the branches of a low-bearing hedge was a small, floppy-eared dog with a black, brown and white pelt; a beagle.
"Oh, hello little guy," the shifter spoke softly.
Slowly, she knelt beside the bush, gazing at the small pup. The whimpers proceeded, the creature clearly frightened by the tall woman who discovered it. Alas, she extended her hand, eyes locked on the pup.
"Hey, I won't hurt you, it's okay," her voice stayed gentle and levelled.
As a shifter, Nyla possessed a tongue capable of speaking to animals. Thus, the flash of understanding in the creatures eyes was natural, yet, the pair stood. A new silence arrived as Nyla waited, motionless, but hand extended in greeting to allow the pup the chance to smell her hand.
Never had Nyla thought twice about offering herself as a text subject for Zephyr's experiment. Rather, she was blissfully unaware of the ramifications which arrived with the sorrowful occupations. How people received injuries or perhaps a vairety of sicknesses from testing the latest equipment. It made offering her assustance easier and unhindered by hesitance. In the fox shifter's mind, it was merely a few bars of food that, at most, would upset her stomach; never had she thought about the possibilities of them being inedible.
Completely unaware of Zephyr's concerns about her health, Nyle awaited to assist her crush with the experiments. Fortunately, perhaps for both, the dark-haired man hastily discovered a distraction. Upon him pointing out the st. bernard, her eyes shifted to the unfortunate pup prepared to head home. Slowly, a gentle smile touched the blonde's face as she strode towards the large dog. The TRS hunter ceased her movements a short distance from the small st. bernard out of respect for the upset creature searching to head home.
"He is a cutie," she started softly as she knelt. "Hey little guy. Do you have a collar I can look at?"
Carefully, she offered his hand out to the st. bernard. People stated the proper way to earn a dog's trust was to allow them to smell your scent, therefore, she obeyed the advice. In order to check the collar around the dog's neck, she required to get close to the adorable sweetheart.
Genuinely, Nyla believed the fanciful moves filled with flames and vigor were designed of future fighting moves. Few people outside of the hunters’ division attended the gymnasium for training. The overall hope was to have the hunting division accomplish combat-oriented interactions with the Assembly of Phantoms. Accordance to those preset plans were where things oftentimes fell short. Hunters could not be everywhere, nor could they manage to protect everybody under their lengthy list of requirements.
Therefore, other members were forced to learn the skill of handling fights. Nonetheless, Nyla’s thoughts tended to overlook the ideas of field medics and scouts potentially sharpening their skills. With hunters being among the divisions that required constant battle practice, people's thoughts often went to them. Particularly, with a woman showing what the fox shifter believed were powerful fire punches designed to dispose of Assembly foes. Although, Nyla was pleasantly surprised by the woman's interesting explanation.
The surprise flickered in her turquoise eyes followed by a small smile. Control exercises were always a marvellous idea to avoid any unwanted issues.
"I see," she said, allowing it to slither through her lips. "Makes sense, a field is a dangerous place after all."
Only moments later did the woman complimented the female warrior's skillful knife throwing capabilities. Broadly, the shifter smiled, ears twitching with excitement. Although, she failed to notice the nervous characteristics being exhibited by her fellow TRS.
"Thank you! I try to keep it sharpened up as a hunter of course," she explained cheerfully.
Introductions were rolled out naturally and without hesitation. It was necessary given their conversation starting from Nyla's accidental staring.
"Hey! I'm apart of unit one too," she began before reaching for the outstretched hand. "I'm Nyla Korvich, hun-"
Before the words could complete leaving Nyla's mouth she noticed the warmth and gentle bite of a drifting amber. An 'ow!' left her lips as she pulled her hand away sharply. Her turquoise eyes noticed the flames leaving the woman's fingers accompanied by her curse. The fox shifter backpedalled from the small flames, listening as Aylin mentioned this being the reason behind her practice. The rattle of a fire extinguisher being grabbed and pinned filled the shifter's delicate ears, shortly followed by the sounds of rushing foam.
The flames were consumed in a large mess of foam, leaving a mess on the floor. The shifter stared in surprise, detecting nervous undertones in the woman's giggling. Her eyes slowly shifted to Aylin, a gentle smile followed by a soft laugh leaving her lips.
"Remind me not to shake your hand until you have that under control," she cheerfully responded.
Control issues were unfortunately natural given the amount of abilities that required practice. There were still instances where Nyla's animal form enhanced speed send her crashing into a wall. It took effort to strengthen one's control, and Nyla was plenty aware of it.
Curiousity flourished in Nyla's turquoise hues as her attention fixated elsewhere as opposed to her primary objective. The distraction was the result of one of the peculiar possessions taken by the young, dark-haired woman, a fire extinguisher. There were few instances where the fox shifter would witness training of that calibre, particularly with the introduction of a punching bag. It intrigued her, feeding her interest enough to take a brief break from her training plans. As her turquoise eyes watched, she made herself useful to her training efforts.
Slowly, she strode forward, eyes sparing an occasional glance. Each step carried her closer to her target board where her knives stuck out, handled facing her. Automatically, Nyla's hand began moving, giving each throwing knife a sharp tug until it gave way from the board. Carefully, the knives were plucked, but before the final blade could be removed from the splintered board, the fire show started. The shifter's eyes widened as she watched the fiery punches colliding with the durable fabric. Flames coated the stranger's hands, yet, nothing set the entire punching back ablaze.
From a distance, Nyla watched, mesmerized by the control exercise. Initially, she believed the woman to potentially be a fresh transfer into the hunting division. Somebody attempting to establish a new fighting style was not far fetched considering the times Lorsette was launched into. People were dying because of the Assembly of Phantoms, suffering beneath their constant attacks, and the TRS required preparation to conquer. Brilliantly, the flames blazed, growing in strength as the stranger trained further.
Lack of control went unnoticed as the woman completed her first round of exercises. The shifter believed the woman was practicing her fighting style more than fixating on perfecting her control over the vicious flames. The blackened portions of the bag were merely the demonstrations of the potential damage. The huntress was near parting with her stares, alas, the woman noticed before she could return to plucking that final knife. The question was met with a smile as Nyla shook her head.
"Oh, I'm fine. I was just watching you work," she began an explanation in a cheerful tone. "You gotta nice fighting style developing there."
The assumption left her lips automatically from the absorption of her beliefs. Infrequently did Nyla witness scouts and medics participating in early morning training sessions. If anything, she found hunters commandeered the gymnasium for their training efforts. Furthermore, the fierce-nature captured in the fire attack only sharpened Nyla's beliefs about the woman's training intentions. A thought hardly escaped being given to the possibility of a field medic wishing to increase skill in one of her abilities.
Everybody required defending and training, but as a young huntress, Nyla discovered herself mixed in with her fellow division members. They spared, practice and developed skills together to defeat the crooks wishing to engulf Lorsette in darkness.
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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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