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.
Thrust upon him was a spotlight of which manifested seemingly endless discomfort for Mashita. Everything he valued was before him. The woman he loved and kept his heart through those torturous years of separation... A brunette who brimmed with endless outer and inner beauty characteristic with divine forces in his mind. Behind those sapphire hues was a soul burning with passion, a person who lit those undying emotions brighter than ever... He never fell out of love with her. Through the days his angered burned as he pleaded to return home and to her side...
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Through the days he stared daydreaming out a window with thoughts of her and memories of her scent. Each begging remark refused by his cruel parents. The biggest regret Mashita Ryley had was leaving on that plane upon their request. Left everything he loved most, her. Nobody else truly mattered, but the woman who summoned smiles with her infectious cheer. The one sold away like cattle by her traditionalist parents. Had he refused to leave and fought for everything he believed in with the passions of their love, perhaps fate could have diverted from this path littered with turmoil.
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Unfortunately, in those days of old, Mashita found himself weak against the demands of his parents. A meagre lamb to authority, shepherded into leaving Serestia behind. The stunning brown-haired faekin who starred in his dreams of love and romance. In his mind, she was the ideal partner, the one he would die for should destiny bear the fangs of cruelty. Alas, he stood, forbade from holding her close and comforting her. Barred from even protecting her with the edge of his lance should danger come maliciously knocking.
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He believed his leave would arrive shortly. Inside its cage, his heart twisted in pain as he prepared for the assumed rejection. Inside his head, the words of his parents echoed, reverberated off the walls of his skulls.
You are forbidden from going anywhere near, Mrs. Lager, understood Mashita? She has expressed wishes of never wanting to see you after realizing the follies of that incident.
As though told mere minutes ago, the words stung. Every letter a claw ripping into his heart and reminding him that never would he stand beside her again. He prepared to turn away, however, his fiery passion for the woman of his dreams kept him rooted- kept him praying a separate verdict would be handed down... His prayers were heard... Abruptly, Serestia's hand latched onto his arm, tight and refusing to release as a loud NO breached her delicate lips. Astonishment mingled into Mashita's emerald eyes as they widened.
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They locked directly onto her, his mouth opening slightly. Any desire to speak was silenced by the overwhelming emotions of being wanted by Serestia. The pleading nature of her voice leaking with desperation, almost as though his leaving would be an unbearable concept to weigh upon her shoulders. It kept him immobilized through sheer shock and realization. Had his parents lied? The notion appeared probable given their wishes for prestige outweighed requirements of honesty. Onlookers from the parking lot including his coworkers observed in confusion, their stares burning into Mashita similar to lasers.
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However, his optics were trained on Serestia as hope swelled inside him. Warm, welcomed and everything he craved upon returning to Lorsette was represented in the woman sporting brown hair and blue eyes. As her sight drifted elsewhere, the sphinx waited in silence for her final verdict... He knew his linger would be considered forbidden, alas, he could not leave her like this... He never should have left her before. The confession of her desires reaches his ears. Relief flooded into his heart as his eyes softened.
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A bittersweet sense of happiness filled his heart at her request for him to stay. Her desire for his attendance was reaffirmed the moment her countenance returned to view, tear-bearing eyes presented. A gentle, inaudible gasp breached through his slightly parted lips at her words... She wanted him here. It meant everything to Mashita to listen to those delightful words. As apologies leaked from her lips, he kneeled before her. His free arm shook, his hand retreating to allow the use of the sleeve, his hand softly approaching as she expressed wishing of never separating again.
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On his thin lips featured a soft, reassuring smile as he rubbed his sleeve against her cheek to vanquish the sleeve. Never would a thought be paid to him leaving her, not again.
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"I'm not leaving again, not when you want me here," his words came out hushed like a whisper, but calm as rain.
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Merely listening to her wishes for his presence soothed the sphinx, yet, an aching remained in his heart. Witnessing her cry hurt... however, thoughts of Serestia never being his burned hotter than the sun. He craved the ability to shower her in endless love, to kiss those reddening cheeks and comfort her lovingly until the tears went away. Alas, he questioned if it was his place to accomplish the actions he covet. Yet, he crouched before her, unaware of her romantic situation to the fullest details, but armed with memories of her disdain for arranged marriage.
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He kept those thoughts to the back of his mind, wearing a reassuring smile to bring the woman he loved tranquility. Above anything else her happiness mattered. Bringing jubilation to his beloved's life stood upon an undisturbed pedestal, his own wishes never mattering more than her joy.
Silent. The word used to describe Mashita's return to Lorsette and transfer of the TRS branch in the area. Everything was done with haste and with limited words being shed towards the previous affairs... Already, he received the harsh words from his parents... His first love, Serestia Lager, was married off as expected and according to them, never wanted to see his face again. Parts of his heart were pained under those coldly stated words, however, the young hunter would respect her decision. The time their hearts would beat together was over upon their separation.
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She was happier without him and he refused to intervene. Thus, the moment his feet stepped onto Lorsette soil weeks ago, Mashita quietly lived in his apartment without a word stated to POTH. Apologizing for his strong emotions towards Serestia was not among his options, rather, it was hardly a thought. In his silence, Mashita found himself bored, pained and uncertain about the cards being held by the future. Yet, he pressed on, smiling through work as though never told the woman he felt most passionate held no wishes for a re-connection.
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Rather, the young sphinx distracted himself with his TRS duties. Daily patrols and constant fighting where nary thoughts of her surfaced. Alas, as the waning, autumn warmth touched his back and his jacket hugged out the breeze, the brunette's thoughts dwindled elsewhere. Their patrol was dead silent, hardly a terror sighting or suspicious activity in correlation to the Assembly of Phantoms. He preferred the distracting heat of a fresh battle to keep his thoughts away from her... The woman he, in secret, continued to love.
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Something inside kept those intense feelings burning, feeding the fire inside his heart. As they moved through the streets, rustled by the breeze, Mashita could envision her. Her magnificent brown locks cascading over her slim shoulders while her eyes, sparkling like sapphires shone. Across her soft, pink lips, the familiar smile he adored through his service as her bodyguard... His heart still pinned for her attention and love. The forbidden fruit held well above his head and barred off from his very sight.
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The brown-haired sphinx hardly noticed the ever-changing scenery as they move about their patrol. In his thoughts, she lurked, a figure of love and attraction. He missed the way she laughed, seeing her beauty and her adorable mannerisms. Why could he not say no? They told him to get onto that airplane, to fly seemingly endless miles away from her, and he failed to voice an argument. His biggest regret was stepping onto that plane, leaving her behind because of the cruel rules surrounding their idiotic world.
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How was arranging marriage considered a fair practice in modern society? It was similar to caging a heart and refusing its freedoms. If love was associated with doves, then one's heart should be allowed the opportunity to fly without the threat of clipped wings. An annoyed sigh breathed through his lips the longer they walked, scenery blurring. These thoughts grasping Mashita's mind were vexing, yet, his coworkers spoke naught about his issues. The pat on the back captured his attention as one flashed him a smile.
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"Let's take a quick break," the one suggested.
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Perhaps he picked up on his emotional turmoil or wishes to riffle through radio frequencies, but Mashita's eyes shone with a soft sense of appreciation. Quietly, his coworkers leaned against the corner wall of a shopping district parking lot. He watched them for a few moments before allowing his eyes to drift elsewhere. He hardly noticed they entered the downtown area, let alone, the business district. Thoughts of her distracted his mind to maddening degrees. Quietly, he joined his coworkers at the wall, leaning against it while his green eyes swept over the scene.
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There were few people out accomplishing their daily grocery shopping, many attending their respective jobs. Every face a stranger, meaningless and not suspicious. Then his heart stopped, rushing feelings constricting the muscle. For a moment he stopped breathing, eyes locking on the very person intruding his thoughts. That familiar brown hair and sparkling sapphire eyes on the delicate face he knew through his years of youth. Automatically, his body pushed away from the wall, staring at the one person he craved to see in all of Lorsette.
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Serestia Lager, the source of his romantic feelings and the girl he never stopped thinking about... The one who kept his heart despite being married off to another... In his frozen state, the brunette's green eyes remained locked on her, his coworkers glancing over in confusion. They knew little about his previous purpose as a bodyguard to a woman more important than life itself. Her bags spilled across the ground of the parking lot while her body trembled and her gaze adverted. In an instant, the sphinx flinched, pain echoing in his heart at the whimper.
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At his parents' word he heard she never wanted to see him again. Similar to a painful memory never wanting to be recalled by a brain ridden with trauma. As she crouched to gather her belongings, he resisted every urge to hurry over and assist her. Was it best he leave now? Before he worsened her state? Yet, his heart screamed otherwise... It kept him rooted in place, unable to move a step. His lips moved, yet not a sound came until his mind managed to compose himself. Slowly, his hand reached to adjust the collar of his jacket as he cleared his throat.
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"I... um..." Despite his wishing to speak, he is uncertain on what to say. "Sorry... I'll just leave... you want that, r-right?"
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Hindered by the intense pain of seeing her elegant frame again, Mashita's words are stifled with breaks and an uncharacteristic stutter. Regularly, confidence marked his words, speech flowing similar to a power river, however, witnessing her again broke him. Thinking straight was thrown out the window the moment his green hues locked upon Serestia Lager. Since his feelings manifested, he found himself weak to her and any possible criticisms she held towards him. Compared to anyone in the four realms, Mashita respected her the most, even more than the four gods told through history.
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He stood, stationary and expecting prosecution for entering her gaze. If she requested it, he would retreat and make himself scarce. Alas, the question punctuating his words, asked out of sheer hope of receiving a simple no. Even if not as her lover, Mashita desired the opportunity to return to her side and oversee her protection. The chance to catch up and celebrate her happiness even at the sacrifice of his own. Unbeknownst to the suffering TRS hunter, his coworkers stared, eavesdropping on the happenings of their struggling cohort.
Through consistent exercise, Mashita possesses a 6’ frame composed of lean muscle. The young man’s muscles become more evident when Mashita is exerting force, otherwise, they remain hidden beneath his clothes. His stomach exhibits traits of strong muscle, abs covering his torso from consistent hard work on his body. Commonly, Mashita can be seen exercising to maintain his body from preference and for work. A complexion between fair and semi-tanned covers Mashita’s skin without a blemish across his form. Coming from a taller family, Mashita has long legs, allowing him to run fast even without the use of his enhanced speed. Otherwise, his body is well-proportioned to his height and weight.
The build of Mashita’s face brings an attractiveness that attracts the eyes of most. With a pair of high-standing cheekbones creating a slender face. Down these cheeks reach a strong jawline leading to a rounded chin with a subtle point. On his face is a petite, pointed and slight upturned nose. Cascading from his head is messy, neck-length reddish brown hair that sticks up in random places and is an untamable creature. His bangs risk falling into his eyes and are regularly swept to the right side of his face. Occasionally, he keeps his hair down, otherwise he braids it back and binds it all with a ponytail. His hair in specific colour is a reddish brown with a soft ginger undertone. Peering out from his reddish locks are brilliant green eyes, bright and gorgeous.
Depending on his plans for the day will dictate the clothing worn by Mashita. When on-duty, Mashita regularly wears his TRS uniform to the fullest extent. The dark pants with the accent, the shirt beneath and the infamous TRS jacket thrown over his shoulders. He prefers using a temperature regulating bracelet rather than stripping layers. When his parents have company over, Mashita is expected to wear at least semi-formal, if not, formal wear. This includes dress shirts and dress pants and regularly, he cannot get away with anything lesser when company is over unless he is returning from work. During his downtime, Mashita prefers casual wear, finding it more comfortable than the stiff-collared dress shirts his parents force upon him. He will wear anything as long as it can be accompanied with a nice pair of jeans.
In feline form, Mashita takes on the appearance of a short-furred russet, black and white calico cat. His base colour is white while his pelt is splotched with black and russet colours. Across his back, these colours are most evident with some infiltrating his face, ears and tail. His eyes retain their brilliant green colour. In this form, he is capable of spawning a pair of shimmering golden wings from his back. Similarly, his human form can spawn his golden wings, them growing in size to fit his body and allow for flight.
Feline Shifting -- Advanced The ability to shift into a feline form. In approximately 25 seconds, Mashita can shift into the form of a short-haired calico. During his shift, Mashita is completely defenseless. When he is in feline form, Mashita’s senses are increased and he gains the reflexes of a cat. However, he is unable to grab anything unless it is in his mouth. Frequently, Mashita will use this ability to flee from danger or to assist in finding additional help should he and his coworkers require back up. Severe injuries will result in Mashita shifting back into human form and being unable to shift for a few weeks.
Enhanced Speed -- Advanced The ability to enhance the user’s speed, making them faster than the average individual. Only in his feline form can Mashita enhance his speed, making him extremely quick. This sharpens his reflexes and because of his feline side, Mashita can gracefully move similar to one with his enhanced speed. Regularly, Mashita uses this enhanced speed to seek backup or possibly distract a terror until they arrive. Once back in human form, Mashita is unable to access his enhanced abilities. Extensive usage can result in Mashita’s muscles getting stiff, but due to the nature of feline bones, it takes longer.
Sand Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to manipulate sand, allowing the user to move it without hesitation. As a sphinx, Mashita is capable of manipulating sand, creating hardened shields, sandstorms or harsh swipes to accomplish damage. Occasionally, should the ground be sandy, Mashita will shift the grounds to get the other individual stuck. Oftentimes, Mashita cares a small back of sand at his waste to use as an offense should he require it. To begin manipulating, Mashita requires a source of sand, however, from that Mashita can create more sand to proceed his manipulation. Alas, multiplying it drains Mashita’s energy quicker, lowering the amount he has available for attacking his opponents.
Wing Manifestation -- Advanced The ability to manifest wings, allowing the user to fly or protect themself with them. From Mashita’s back he can spawn a pair of gorgeous golden wings that shimmer in the light. They are large, even being capable of flight with the use of them. He is capable of manifesting his wings with haste, allowing him to take daring risks where he may fall to flee should it be required. He can fly on his wings for long periods of time, however, as he begins to grow exhausted, Mashita risks the possibility of his disappearing. Similarly, if his wings are severely injured he will fall and they will disappear should they become too injured.
Healing -- Intermediate The ability to heal people, restoring injuries and knitting together the skin tissue on them. Never has Mashita been particularly capable with his healing. Through his youth, he relied on his young crush, Serestia, for healing. The maximum Mashita is capable of is healing minor wounds and slightly knitting together moderate wounds. Anything severe is beyond his capability, the most Mashita’s healing being capable of is attempting to knit a small portion of the injury to slow the bleeding. This tends to take plenty of energy from Mashita, thus he tends to use it in the aftermath of the battle.
backstory
Born in the main line of the Ryley Family, expectations weighed on Mashita from the moment he was born from the womb. As somebody on the main line of Ryley’s, a destiny was laid before him. The Ryley Family, a family of sphinxes long intertwined with a clan of Faekin known as Promised of the Hallow (POTH), a family of Faekin. Their destiny was to protect the heir of POTH ensuring their safety through the coming years and trials. Hence, when they gave birth to Mashita, Lorelie and Trenton already knew what would come. Through his infancy, Mashita was primarily cared for by a nanny with his parents visiting occasionally. They were busy people, discussing the future affairs of their precious intertwinement with the Lagers. Besides, with time meant the eventual arrival of the Lagers’ heir. It was a necessity given the evident need to pass on knowledge to the one with exceptional ability of the line. A constant cycle, one precious and believed to be cemented in concrete.
A mere 2 years old, Mashita began learning about the individual he would be protecting through the entirety of her life. He remembered how his parents picked him up and carried him over to visit the neighbours. They wanted him aware of his responsibilities as a Ryley. At a youthful age they informed him of his destiny. To this young girl, Mashita Ryley would be her protector, a duty bestowed upon him by birthright and blood. A girl, so young and a bundle of light and a boy, tasked with defending her forevermore. The startings of perhaps a powerful friendship or something more. A fate forged into their bones, more powerful than the rules that kept them parted. A link beyond explanation, a phenomena linking them together through a powerful magic unknown to their family. There was a destiny, forbidden, but too sweet to resist.
At the youthful age of 8, the Ryley’s began teaching Mashita how to fight through games and simple classes. Wooden swords and other play-type games littered Mashita’s life as he learned his duties. In the meantime, his parents allowed their child to become acquainted with the eldest child of the Lager family, Serestia. The Ryleys and the Lagers believed there would be no harm so long as the rules were made clear. There would be no romantic feelings, merely practice for the upcoming future. Their expectations were believed simple, a fixation on a business relationship brought on by the requirements in POTH’s ever crucial culture. Yet, from a young age, Mashita understood he broke the rules, at least, with the saccharine definition of puppy love. He knew the ramifications, yet, those feelings stuck through the years as he grew.
When he became 12, Serestia became somewhat of a high school crush. Their hasty friendship through their youth made Mashita acquainted with the adorable, young girl. He was a lovestruck young boy watching her and enjoying his time with Serestia. Alas, his duties were placed elsewhere... As a bodyguard, Mashita was trained religiously to protect her and in addition, drilled on the rules of his service. He was a meagre guard, unimportant and somebody expected to stand beside her rather than with her. The suitors would gain her favours, hand and affection, never him. The toll those haunting thoughts of his expectations left him quiet and saddening during the evenings. Never would he receive the opportunity to be with the person he enjoyed most. A child mourning the loss of opportunity.
Pain existed in Mashita’s heart everyday as she stood beside her, protecting her from danger and accomplishing their duties. Nothing, but a guard. Those were his expectations and nothing more. Through the meetings, he stood beside her, through her duties, he stood with watchful eyes. No matter what happened, Mashita played the role of the stoic guard, problemless and designed to worry about his charge. His parents were proud of forging a child capable of taking those duties with the required serious hand. Blissfully unaware, those were his parents in regards to his ever-growing feelings of love towards Serestia. He knew of them, alas, the golden set of rules kept him from speaking a single word. His duty was to protect, never to love and provide endless feelings of care and affection beyond that of a friend and ally.
Upon turning 16 and Serestia 14, among the more crucial evenings in POTH’s plans arrived in the form of the gala. He remembered being dressed to match Serestia, the shield to the heir suitors would be vying for. An evening beyond significance and beloved long dreaded and despised by Mashita. Through the flourishing dresses and formal suits, Mashita would witness every attempt of gaining Serestia’s favour, her love and her future hand in marriage. It killed him, emptied his stomach and replaced it with an endless sense of pain. They prepared him for everything, informing him of the suitors who were probable to approach the young Serestia Lager in search of her favour. As they joined the gala together, Mashita played the role of a devoted guard to his client. It was his expectation... yet... he was dying inside.
The attempts to amaze her, every moment they flirted in fratinized... He found himself bating breaths until the attempts failed and they went separate ways. The tightness in his chest with every try as his heart squeezed and he refrained from pulling her close and faking boyfriend to back them off. Yet, as the evening entered its climax, the young guard picked up on Serestia’s dampening mood. Perhaps it was foolish, but watching her suffer through the remainder of the night... it caused pain upon his heart. In an attempt to lift Serestia’s spirits, he persuaded her to leave the venue for what was initially supposed to be a short time. Yet, after a pleasant conversation, returning to the swarms of vying suitors and old-fashioned music became unfavourable. He enjoyed every second and every word, but as always, beneath his sleeve his emotions remained hidden.
Time passed after the gala where things abruptly changed for the hard-working protector of Lady Serestia, POTH’s heir. The ravishing brunette avoided him, shoving more work onto Mashita’s plate as he searched for her. Concerns covered his heart, eyes flitting as he sought the girl he cared about most. He worried something slipped, his feelings being revealed on sheer accident... Eventually, he discovered her, hastily approaching to confront her about the situation. His duty was to protect her, therefore, he required her location to complete those expectations weighted on his shoulders. Then, shock flowed over Mashita when during his confrontation, Serestia confessed possessing feelings towards him. The mutual wishes of affection and love from one another... It inspired Mashita to return those words, unable to resist, teeth biting into the fruit forbidden by his parents. It felt right. He wanted Serestia by his side and nobody else’s... The sheer notion of dating the young woman, it made him beyond happy.
Forbidden, perhaps it made the fruit sweeter or the love thrilling, however, Mashita and Serestia maintained a hidden romance. Behind closed doors they displayed their affection. The pair of starcrossed lovers unable to resist being around one another. The enamoured nature of their relationship was overwhelming with a saccharine passion towards one another. Expectations told them one thing while fate told them otherwise. What was forbidden was the thing needed in Mashita’s life. Through their secret relationship, Mashita loved Serestia wholly, for everything she was and every aspect of her stunning personality and sweetly appearance. He wanted to be around her, basking in her companionship and breathing in the return of her love. Alas, through the month of their love, they knew should they remain in their steads, it would never last forever... Hence the planning began.
Enthralled in their relationship, the pair concocted a plan to run away from their previous lives and escape. Despite their youth, they already knew what he craved. He desired a life with Serestia and nobody else. There were no other methods of receiving the individual he craved to live with, one day marry and raise a family with... Serestia... He wanted her to one day become his wife. The woman of his dreams and the one he loved most was Serestia. Nobody else could enter his mind, daring not to flutter close to the woman who was pedestaled in his mind. Thus in the evening they left Mashita using the funds he had to assist in their escape from their parents. They were young and happy, unfortunately, their youth perhaps made them unable to hide long-term from their parents.
Four weeks of pure bliss and love. It ended in calamity as they were discovered and brought back home. The pair were ushered to the POTH manner, Mashita’s stomach going empty as they entered. Fear stalked his thoughts, a man never scared of facing off against others concerned about the upcoming consequences. As they entered, the disappointment on his parents’ face mingled with anger... it spoke volumes of the torture to arrive. Their relationship between one another became obvious from their actions and behaviours. He remembered pleading, trying to keep the one person he loved most. Yet, the consequences loomed as people closed in... arms grasped around them as he reached for Serestia. Through sheer force they were separated, his voice shouting her name, demanding release, but his parents refused to allow anything else to transpire.
The sphinx was dragged home and locked away in his room while his parents planned his future. He hated it... His cousin was called in to take his position, his phone and electronics were taken away, accounts deleted and any possible connections wiped. He received a new phone and was told the new mission he would receive. In order to restore their pride, Mashita would be sent to Europe to train in becoming TRS... He pleaded to stay, inquiring about Serestia, but never receiving an answer. A mere week later, Mashita was packed up and forced to move to Europe... He remembered being taken to the airport, how even the sky cried that horrible day. His parents brought him in, told him to get himself organized and leave for school. He remembered going through the steps, a broken man upset with his choices. The moment he stepped on that plane and allowed it to lift off the ground came Mashita’s biggest regret.
Through school he struggled, constantly calling his parents and begging to return home, but they never budged. He remembered the anger, remembered how once his emotions boiled hard enough he punched a wall. The cellphone would be thrown, the anger speeding through his veins refusing to leave. He wanted his girlfriend, he wanted Serestia, the woman he loved. Yet, as months passed, Mashita knew returning home was an impossibility. He went through his TRS training, completing his apprenticeship at age 19. His parents forced him to remain in Europe longer, carrying out his duties. Returning home was not an option, but through every day, Mashita’s heart pined for Serestia. She never left his thoughts, Mashita wishing he could have her return to him... but it was impossible.
At age 23, Mashita Ryley was finally granted permission to return. A long absence ended as he packed up and returned on the plane. Through the car ride home, they told him, Serestia was happily married and no longer wanted to see him... and he respected that. Unaware of the truth and his heart hurting heavily. If his beloved no longer wished for his presence, he would stay away, knowing he would fall head over heels all over again. With his return, he continued his work in the TRS, focusing on it to distract him from the pain of no longer having Serestia in his life.
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- Likes: Summer, heat, sunbathing, coffee, beach days, swimming, hot tubs, sleeping in, dancing, music, heatwaves, socializing, exercising, protecting others, TRS, home-cooked meals, kids, board games, driving - Dislikes: Cold weather, winter, overly sweet foods, arranged marriage, thick books, rain, poker, hard liquor, gloomy days, ice, long fights, his parents, being controlled, being ignored, gum, gummies - Fears: Serestia getting hurt, freezing to death, being underground, failure, separation - His TRS alias is Sandstorm because of the nature in his sand manipulation. - Due to the strict education his parents implemented, Mashita is capable of speaking French and has learned the differences between French-Canadian and modern day French. - His biggest regret was leaving to go overseas for the TRS education instead of saying no to stay with Serestia. - He adores protecting others. It makes him feel needed. - Mashita is capable of cooking, however, there have been times he has lost track of what he is doing and burnt the food. - At times he can have acute separation anxiety after being forcefully separated from his soulmate when he was 18. He does not voice his concerns, but his body tenses.
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