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 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.
The words as gentle as they may have been did nothing to soothe or ease the anxiety coursing through the veins of the rooster. If anything at all, hearing his voice all the more clearer made Flea flinch. He closed himself in, exuding that the last thing that would likely help was if the other continued on closing the space between them. The last thing he needed was to further feel cornered, a lot more than he already had been. The only difference was unlike most Rooster's who would peck and stand their ground, he couldn't even manage that. His lips part to speak but nothing escapes beyond wheezes of both pain and nerves.
His face remained wet with tears but instinct kicked in and he had quiet down the noise he had been making now that the other had been in the room with him. His eyes remained fixated on the fellow blonde, watching his every move to ensure that he wouldn't try anything. His trust was shot due to the last time he put his faith in another person. All of it had felt so similar so it worried Flea that... it might be a repeat. Only that this time... he feared he might not end up alive. "Wh...why?" It's quiet and only for a second does he peel his eyes away to glance to the covers of the bed.
He squirms in place as he sucked in a deep breath. "Are you gonna 'urt me too...." It's not even a question at this point- more so an assumption that leaks out. "don't like pain... or being eaten.." Flea sniffs as he wiped at his nose with his tattered sleeve. "but, that's gonna happen, ain't it?" He mumbles bleakly, lacking any hope for his situation. His boss had told him if someone got their hands on him... surely, he would no longer be safe. He'd probably get eaten up like he was prior to joining the gang. It did nothing to help, thinking back on this conversation.
Flea had a hard time deciphering whether or not this strangers concern was real. After all, he was shown an act much like this one when he first thought he was free from abuse. For a while he had lived a happy life, lead to believe he was given freedom and treating normally as one would but the rug was pulled under him. That experience destroyed his sense of normality and even something as harmless as this went up into the air for him. Was he faking such care just to get something out of him? The chicken couldn't help but shudder and return to closing in on himself. The tears may have not been as rampant as they were initially but for sure had he still been shaking in fear.
It'd probably only increase if he tried to reach for him. "don't even taste that good..." He cared nothing for straining himself or his injuries if he felt his life was at risk. No matter how much his body ache with the position he had put himself in, he ignored it. "probably...s-so ...hhh... you don't have to act all nice! I already know..."
From as far as he could recall the chicken had always had a rather adverse reaction the winter season. When he had become one of the more unfavorable of his clutch, he had no comforts of warmth. Kicked out of the barn by those much healthier and stronger than him, forced to make by through the grueling weather with what little feathers he even had. Terrifying moments of waking up in the middle of the night feeling like an icicle. It was surprising to Flea how he managed to survive that but for some reason he was here.
Here once again in a situation that reminded of those harrowing days. His head laid back on the cold concrete floor as his eyes half-lidded stared up at the gloomy colored sky. The cold gush of air hits his cheeks and makes him shiver which unfortunately isn't beneficial for the chicken. He was littered in injuries, enough to where the simple tremble of his body made everything ache.
Flea could barely even muster the strength to let a whimper of pain flutter up and out of his throat. Time and time again would he face this same fate. No matter how much he tried to muster his strength, muster the courage to stand up to those who threatened him or got in his way. He always ended up as the one down on his knees, beaten into a bloodied pulp. Today was no different or actually... It might've been worse than the usual.
The pounding of his head with the addition of the cold was a recipe for the vision of the blonde to slowly fade into back. For his eyes to flutter close and the unavoidable fall into unconsciousness washed over him.
- TIMESKIP -
The next time he awakes his body jolts upwards in a shudder which hadn't been the best reaction his body could have given his physical condition. An unfamiliar white ceiling was what his eyes first met with followed by his back resting upon the softest bed imagineable... and he definitely didn't have the luxury of sleeping in something like this normally. His pupils widen as his body trembles in a mix of fear and pain. Flea is scared to move, to analyze his new surrounding that was unfamiliar to him.
The last time he had been in such a place like this he was taken well care of for the hope of him being a meal. Such an experience has traumatized him to where being in an familiar place like this made him shut down. His body was crying at himself for thinking to move when everything felt as if it was broken but still he sat up and hugged his knees shakily to his chest.
Flea dropped his head on top of his knees, breath being a little strained due to his inner panic. Desperate and shaky whimpers escape his lips but unfortunately this was only the beginning. His eyes welt with tears as he closed them tightly. The faint sound of clicking outside the bedroom door is heard and it isn't long before it's opened. He hears a voice call out to him but Flea is much too scared to move, to respond to the one who put him here.
[attr="class","smoll"]Flea is a small and wimpy rooster that stands at 5'3". He has a slim and lanky build with a body covered in a scars of varying sizes. He has fair skin with pink undertones, his skin normally appears unblemished but it's not unusual for him to be seen with bandages on his face every so often. Flea has a sharp face shape with plump cheeks. His eyebrows are thick and uniquely shaped while he has almond-shaped golden eyes to go with. His hair is blonde in color and has an extremely messy look and cut.[break][break] His choice of wear usually consists of hand-me down clothing he was given from various members of his gang. Some loose t-shirts with tattered jeans and worn out sneakers.
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[attr="class","letitle"]personality
[attr="class","smoll"]POSITIVE[BREAK] - Adaptive[BREAK] - Forgiving[BREAK] - Loyal[BREAK] - Sensitive[BREAK] - Honest[BREAK] NEGATIVE[BREAK] - Coward[BREAK] - Finicky[BREAK] - Weak-willed[BREAK] - Clumsy[BREAK] - Oblivious[BREAK] [BREAK] MISC[BREAK] - LIKES compliments, sunflower seeds, warmth, being of use, pumpkin seeds, trails mix, being on the receiving end of affection, small animals[BREAK] - DISLIKES violence, pain, kitchens, knives, talks of eating any kind of chicken, jokes about eating him, negative behaviors, [BREAK] - Flea reacts to positive re-enforcement or comments over neutral/bad responses. He'll most likely become more intense[BREAK] - Flea engages in feather plucking as a result of extreme stress and being overwhelmed. It is a bad coping method he picked up on in his youth and has been unfortunate in being able to shake it off.[BREAK] - Flea is very clumsy and has a habit of stumbling, tripping, or even knocking himself into things without meaning to.[BREAK] - Flea is horrible with picking up on social cues or any kind of mannerisms, bad at reading the mood and generally anything in relation to this. He's much more used to chicken behavior than he is human behaviors.[BREAK] - Flea is afraid of being around any to all kind of kitchens, especially if utensils or ingredients are out due to prior experiences. He might even go as far as to refuse eating food until he feels he is able to trust the person in particular. [BREAK] - His soulmate is Zora Thompson.[BREAK]
[attr="class","smoll"]Born to a family that handled him more as an animal and never as man. He, who currently at the time had been unnamed was one of the few chickens to have been born within the second clutch of the family. His childhood wasn't anything of any note but for as long as he had been aware he was a chicken only. Raised with the same amount of care as any of his other siblings up until the point where he progressed in age. [break][break]
Once had he been held with use in the eye of his parents but reality dawned on him the day when many of his siblings about his age or even his age began to show rapid progression and use that he, himself did not. The attention he received was less and less, more often not did he become his siblings favorite to pick on and bully since they knew with him he was easy target.[break][break]
His mother no longer had any use for him, his siblings him as a fodder to sharpen their claw and use as their personal punching bag. The stress of the entire situation had him in extreme stress to a point of plucking his feathers. The time finally came when he thought himself to be free, what was disguised as a promise of rehoming was an unfortunate business deal that consisted of him not having one clue what awaited him.[break][break]
Upon arrival at his new home the first thing that he learned was the fact that he wasn't just a chicken, that this whole time there was a part of him he was never aware of. The first time of shifting into a human was both equally the most terrifying but peculiar for him. It didn't help his owner at the time insisted he'd get used to it so he did all he could to make him happy.[break][break]
Having come out of a situation of abuse and extreme stress he was the furthest from being in a good state. Severely underweight, recovering from broken limbs. His new owner had been a complete different from his living standards. Not talking down to him, giving him as much food as his heart desire. The only thing that was forced was him becoming a human; through this interactions was he able to slowly learn how to speak, how he learned basic mannerisms and things outside of being a chicken.[break][break]
The best day he had so far was when he was given a name. Having grown up without an identity but unfortunately he had no idea the meaning or implications of his name but the rooster took it from stride. From this day onward was when he started going by Flea. Happiness consumed him, finally did he feel like he had a placed he belong but once more had he faced reality the moment he was called into the kitchen one day.[break][break]
His owner hadn't been the same friendly face they'd always been before this point. A lot more stern and commanding; from the way the kitchen had been stocked up on supplies to how various sharp knives and seasoning had been so casually placed out did Flea slowly connect the dots. It was a random chance of luck did he manage to get his chance to escape. His owner left the room to retrieve something and Flea acted purely on survival instinct. [break][break]
All it took was taking a heavy object to a window and that was how he made his escape. All he recalled was running, running for as long as he could even if it hurt to do. Eventually a blackout of exhaustion happened and the next time he awoke; he had been in a place unfamiliar to him. Faces of men who looked scarier than his previous owner but Flea accepted his fate.[break][break] A fortunate result came from this; while it was better than not being someone's meal he still got roped into joining a shoddy gang due to his naivety and lack of ability to understand when something is a scam. [break][break] Flea spends his days wandering around Lorsette, learning more and more about the world around him and what it means to live as human.
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[attr="class","smoll"]NAME. Zac[break] AGE. 21[BREAK] GENDER.Nonbinary[BREAK] TIMEZONE. PST[BREAK] OTHER CHARACTERS. Too many to list[BREAK] FACECLAIM. KIMETSU NO YAIBA, zenitsu agatsuma[BREAK]
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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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