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.
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[ CW - slightly graphic burn injury ]
Irritation splayed over Daichi’s face at the human’s insistence that this was her bowl of noodles. He was about to whip his ticket out and wave it in her face when she set the bowl down. Blondie lingered for a moment, keeping her hands on the hot ceramic with a strange expression on her face.
Then, in a grotesque display of stupidity she peeled her fingers off to reveal that yes, she did in fact have a fairly serious burn. Traces of her skin lingered on the ceramic, making it completely unappetizing.
Daichi felt a new irritation now, one born out of his only weakness, women.
“I didn’t steal your damn noodles! Look at your hands,” he suddenly felt like he was dealing with a child, his own hand reached out to snatch the woman’s wrist as he turned it upwards to reveal a deeply burned palm. Daichi imagined the other would look similar.
With a groan, the dark-haired man released her wrist.
People were staring now and he walked over to the window where the noodles were still flying out steaming. Order 78 lay untouched making Daichi almost certain that those were blondie’s actual noodles. He tapped the counter to get the attendant’s attention.
“Cancel my cousins order, I’m bringing her to the clinic down the street,” he didn’t wait for an answer as he stalked back over to blondie, “alright, let’s go get those looked at before they get any worse.”
What exactly had happened here? Daichi had no clue. Somehow, deep down inside, a small voice told him that this was all his fault. Humans were stupid by nature; he couldn’t blame most of them for their actions. Fragile, with a small lifespan and no sense of how insignificant they were in the world, most of them made a series of poor decisions. This one was… well it didn’t matter.
Daichi indicated that the woman should follow him. Would she? Probably not.
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He really couldn’t tell if the woman was drunk or just a looney. Daichi was admittedly disappointed when his jests fell on deaf ears.; he’d expected at least an irritated flick of her ear. Like a true nekomata, mischief sparkled in her eyes with her next display of haughtiness.
Daichi, not really sure where this was going, entertained her anyways. Mostly for his own amusement.
“Bad luck? Really?” his face broke into a line of amusement until he could no longer contain the laughter that was bubbling beneath the surface, “if you think something so mundane as that would chase me away then you have low standards in bar conversations.”
Daichi gestured outwards with his hands. “Don’t you know people here welcome bad luck? They come here thinking they have friends to drink and laugh without a care in the world but on the inside, they are alone, festering in despair while wearing the face of happiness around others. People come here to forget things and make poor decisions on purpose. You, bad luck Ruby, are no different from them.”
He placed some money down on the bar when the bartender swooped over, indicating which drink he wanted. Without warning he also ordered one for Ruby. As the bartender walked away, he shot Ruby a mischievous grin. Daichi leaned against the bar, watching the neko before him with a trained eye.
“So, why did you really come here? What could a bad luck cat like you be looking to forget?” sage eyes traced the contours of her face as though the answer lay within, “a boyfriend who no longer wants you? A fight with a friend? Maybe a handbag you couldn’t afford?”
Would these teases hit the mark? Probably not but Daichi couldn’t help himself. The boredom this bar was meant to bring had now faded away. He’d never expected to meet someone amusing here, even if it were just for a few minutes. Once he pushed her buttons enough, he could retire to a corner with his drink for his usual silent contemplations.
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It didn’t sound like English but the quick reminder of his namesake caused Daichi to stop short in his course to get away. He shifted his front back to her, determined to at least hear her out. Certainly, if she were an assassin of sorts it would be a poor slip of the tongue to let him know she knew him.
On the other hand, seeing as he didn’t care for flirting, there was no possibility this woman knew him from passing. Still, her pointed tone seemed to poke his nerves enough that he decided she would be his game tonight.
“Well, I was going to sit in that corner and have a drink but now that you mention it, you are far too adorable for me to leave,” a sarcastic smirk played across his face, “I mean really, who doesn’t love a woman with such soft ears? Is your tail the same? I bet it’s a fluffy tabby tail!”
Daichi laughed at the idea, standing far taller than the woman across from him. Anzu would dive headfirst into this one with her games but while Daichi enjoyed a good game, he never went as far as his sister did. Sage irises settled on the woman’s ruby ones. It was an unusual color, lighter than the gem with a smoother quality. Inside lay fine lines, their pattern unique only to her.
Only when someone laughed loudly at the corner of the room did Daichi realize he’d been staring. “Maybe if you sat quietly across the table from me, i'll let you buy me a drink,” he was grinning like a fox now, trying his best not to poke at her ear for added measure. A small voice in the back of his mind told him this was why he was always getting slapped by women.
This one though, he just couldn’t help but push her buttons. Especially after that display.
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Blackie? Was he someone’s pet cat now? Daichi scowled but the woman wasn’t done as she insisted this was her noodle plate. With the tray secured between his hands there really was no disputing it. She’d have to get another one and go be annoying elsewhere. Or so he thought.
Like an expert the blonde-haired woman plucked the bowl from his tray leaving nothing more than a sad pile of napkins and plastic-wrapped chopsticks.
“Are you kidding me?” Daichi growled, slapping the tray down on a nearby surface loud enough to cause a few heads to turn. He pulled out his ticket and waved it angrily in her face, “seventy-seven. That's 7-7 in case you don't understand. Now let go of my noodles you troll.”
Clearly reason wasn’t going to get him his noodles back so Daichi did the next best thing. He grabbed the portion of the noodle bowl where blondie’s hands hadn’t glued themselves on. But the thing was practically on fire and he quickly pulled his fingers away with a hiss.
“What the!” he shook his hand to cool it off. Either she was a fire species and he’d misjudged her or she was clinically insane, “put that bowl down before you get a third degree burn or something. Humans! Kami save us you have no sense of self-preservation.”
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Weaving through the bar full of slightly intoxicated people was as simple as navigating a graveyard. Everyone was standing in large groups as they crowded corners pretending to be having fun with people they probably hated. It was later in the night so the odds of a bar fight happening, especially at this little gem, were higher than usual. While it wasn’t something he could really participate in, he could still enjoy the fireworks.
Daichi made a beeline for the counter, about to pick the corner of the front bar with the best viewpoint when someone snatched his wrist. He flinched as his fingers instinctively dived to a concealed knife. Sage eyes whipped around to behold the most unassuming woman he had ever seen. Short stature, mahogany hair, slender frame. Nothing special at all except the ruby orbs that looked hopefully in his direction.
Was she… flirting with him?
A hint of irritation played across his brow in the form of a twitch. He practically ripped his wrist from her grasp with a sharp expression. But this was a good opportunity to play a little he guessed. As his hand fell from the blade, Daichi reached up and – in perhaps the rudest gesture ever, gave the woman’s cat ear a quick rub.
Her ear was surprisingly soft. He leaned in close with his most sincere smile before finally speaking.
“No thanks kitty, I’ve got plenty of options here and keeping you company is the last thing I’d want,” he pulled back, his usual grump-face in full display, “uncomfortable, wasn’t it? Next time don’t touch strangers. ” with that he turned to leave, satisfied that he’d paid back the unwarranted wrist grab in full.
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One of the tiniest, most authentic noodle shops that Daichi Takeshi had ironed out happened to be in the sleepiest avenues of Lorsette just shy of the docks. He only imagined it did so well because of numerous fishermen looking for a hot meal after a day out on the cold sea. Though he made no occupation as a fisher nor did he dislike the cold enough to cover it up, Daichi still enjoyed the place.
“Seventy-six!” the attendant from behind the window called, waving a ticket before slapping it on the wall.
Daichi practically jumped into action. Yesterday had been… messy to say the least. He was going to get these noodles, sink down into a chair on the outside patio, and just scroll his phone until he’d forgot about the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, the kami had other plans.
Just as he was about to reach for the tray with the steaming bowl of noodles on it, someone swiped it first. Sage eyes narrowed as a short, petite blonde half-waddled in front of him with two hands expectantly on the noodles. Daichi’s eyes strained to see what her ticket said but unfortunately he couldn't discern it.
Before she could run away with the prize, he placed a firm grip on the edge of the tray then looked sternly at her.
“Hold it blondie, I’m seventy-seven. You’re the next set of noodles,” it was surprisingly nice given his current state of grumpiness. Daichi pulled the tray out of her grips, lightly enough to not be rude but firm enough to make a point.
Nobody was swiping his noodles today.
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Daichi has a lighter build for someone his height and weight. This is mostly because he relies on technique rather than brute strength to get the job done. Lean with slightly defined muscles, he appears less imposing than he actually is. With that said it wouldn't be hard for someone with greater definition to best him... if they can catch him. He also has various scars from his work, surprisingly nothing major save a noticeable cut over his right lip. This is flat, white scar tissue and can only be picked up on when someone is in close proximity of Daichi.
Due to his past, Daichi has many tattoos:
~ A series of red roses encompassing his left rib / upper left chest area ~ A large dark dragon tattoo that covers both arms and the majority of his back. The dragon's head is on his right, upper chest area ~ Both hands have yin and yang symbols connected to his sleeves
At baseline, Daichi cares little for the affairs of others. A lifetime of work in his chosen career path has led him to be a guarded and calculating individual. Despite this, there is no cruelty in his personality. He dislikes unwanted or pointless blood shed and violence but enjoys the thrill of situations that are somewhat dangerous. In most situations he can be patient save a few individuals that just irritate him. Daichi processes most things through logic alone but he would be lying if he claimed his personal feelings didn't influence his behaviors periodically.
Bloodlines and family are incredibly important to Daichi. Since he only has his sister, he is highly protective of her and would do anything to keep her from harm. This loyalty and protectiveness also stems to anyone he loves. Daichi, while he would never admit it, has a soft spot for women in general. It's gotten him into trouble on occasion. In terms of character flaws, he has plenty of those.
He is sarcastic to a point of fault, brutally honest in a way that comes across as very crass, and self-indulgent in matters involving alcohol, cigarettes, or gambling. While he can remain apathetic and guarded around most people / in most situations, there is a small percentage of people that Daichi opens up to. Often he keeps these individuals at arms length. Save Anzu, his beloved sister of course. As Such, Daichi Takeshi is certainly an acquired taste with a bonus of being hard to get rid of.
abilities
Poison Manipulation - average. Since Daichi's spider form is tiny, he is unable to kill via poison. In order to be poisoned, an individual must be bitten by Daichi in his spider form. This bite is often painless but can be identified by two non-healing puncture wounds. Daichi's venom is a neurotoxin, affecting the brain after 15 minutes of circulation in the blood. This bite causes hallucinations that leave victims struggling to orient themselves to reality. The effects last for a maximum of an hour. Individuals cannot die directly from the bite. In addition, this bite does not work on undead species.
Wall Crawling - above average. Daichi's primary spider-talents lie in his ability to cling to walls. It's helped a lot during mission when eh is trying to escape. He is able to scale walls and hold position on these walls for a duration of no more than 30 minutes. This talent does not come without cost and physically fatigues him like any activity would.
Enhanced Speed - average. Daichi is able to run or react just slightly faster than average. This has given him an edge in combat.
Web Creation - poor. Unlike his fellow jurogumos, Daichi's web-creation abilities are lacking. He is able to spin webs effectively in spider form but in human-form his web creation is really only good for sticking notes to flat surfaces. Its been a bit of joke between Anzu and him, much to his dismay.
Spider Shift - Trichonephila clavata, AKA the Jorō spider. Daichi's spider form's body is 10mm (1cm), not counting the legs therefore his ability to poison others is somewhat limited. This form consists of a black and yellow-hued carapace with the tell tale yellow striped-legs.
Poison Immunity - natural. Daichi is immune to the effects of poisons.
Night Vision - natural. Daichi's ability to see in darkness is the same as in light.
Weaknesses: open flames, easily injured, susceptible to wounds
backstory
Trigger Warning: Violence, Blood, Death, Self Harm, Spiders so many spiders
"Maybe it was a deal with the devil." [ 1540 to 1560 ]
Born as human children to a peasant family, Daichi and Anzu were traded for resources once they were old enough to know it was wrong. Anzu became the handmaiden of a prominent lady while Daichi was given to a local ninja clan. Through pure luck the siblings were in close enough proximity to continue contact with one another. Though life was hard, it was manageable with each other not father than a stones throw away. When Daichi was old enough, he sought out employment from the lord that Anzu served. His request was granted so long as he paid dues to the clan. With the deal honored, Daichi was able to carve out a simplistic life alongside his sister.
However, on Daichi's twentieth birthday this peace would be interrupted. At the behest of his lord, Daichi was sent on a mission to gather intelligence from a rival Daimyo. Upon his return he found the castle to be eerily silent. Further investigation discerned that the rival lord he'd been visiting had ordered a full on assault of the estate. Inside lay the bodies of everyone he had ever known - not a single person breathing. Daichi was quick to discover that Anzu had also been slain. He was the sole survivor simply out of circumstance.
Unwilling to live without his dear sister, Daichi traded the only thing he had left to bring her back: his life. Under this pact, the duo were reborn as jurogumos. The stipulation of this "deal" was simple; Daichi would serve a purpose darker than himself. For Anzu's reanimation this was a small cost to pay.
"We danced as shadows in darkness, our sins without equal." [ 1561 to 1868 ]
It soon became clear what this new, darker purpose was the first time Daichi was forced to take a life. His prior work in the clan had been primarily subterfuge and reconnaissance. Inside his heart something stirred, a soothing addiction to the way a life could so easily slip through his fingers. Power he had never had. Daichi was no longer a leaf on the wind but rather the breeze that swept other leafs away. Even worse, this sick perversion of the soul seemed to have infected Anzu as well. Whereas she had been carefree and delicate, her heart now yearned for violence. Instead of resuming her role as a peaceful servant, Anzu opted to follow in Daichi's footsteps.
Together the duo freelanced as ninjas to whomever could pay the highest price, sharing kills and blood. As time flowed they became stronger, more skilled, and their talents grew. To say this was a time that Daichi Takeshi was proud of would be inaccurate. However, despite their twisted existence as assassins, Daichi firmly believes this was the best period in his long life simply because they were together. The world was their canvas to paint crimson as they saw fit. Hunting and killing were their goals. Those who had wronged them, those who deserved it... and those who didn't. Two predators of life in a world strife with chaos under the rise and fall of the Tokugawa Shogunate. Nothing mattered save the bloodline they shared.
Everything, no, everyone was expendable.
"Always cleaning up your messes, really Anzu." [ 1869 to 1930 ]
With the stability and peace of the Edo period in Japan, there was less need for their services. Therefore the duo were forced to seek employment with a local lord. Anzu found this particular period boring, often creating her own twisted manipulations while Daichi saved face with their employer. This would go on for nearly a century. As beings that never aged, they continue to serve the same family until once again war tormented Japan. To escape association with any entity during this unstable time, the siblings changed their hunting grounds to Europe.
"Why not? It's no different from what we're used to." [ 1931 to 2000 ]
Upon their arrival to Scotland, Anzu became enamored with an assassin guild named the Black Order. To be able to relive what she considered the golden years of her life was far too strong a siren call for her to resist. The addition of nefarious entanglements with the Assembly of Phantoms was simply a bonus. Out of love and devotion to his sister, Daichi joined the Black Order with Anzu. As the years continued onward the duo began to grow into their own roles within the order, swiftly reaching the rank of Disciple. Anzu gravitated more towards violence and torture whereas Daichi preferred simpler kills. Eventually Daichi's work would take him to Lorsette, away from his sister.
"A pretty idea, nothing more." [ 2001 to current ]
Following the agenda of the Black Order, Daichi continued to hunt for the alleged traitor on top of his usual assassinations. Without Anzu's influences life became a mediocrity of monotonous killings. The love that once blossomed for death now withered. More than four centuries worth of death, murder, and blood shed had begun to wear on what remained of his soul. Surely there had to be something more than this... more than just killing. It seemed strange but without Anzu around he began to pay attention to those living normal lives. Something so simple as a relationship was a foreign concept to him. Friends? Only in business. Lovers? Never, this was a weakness others would exploit.
Regardless the fabrics that held the former Daichi Takeshi together had begun to fray and without Anzu's mad whispering, he began to change. With his life committed to the murder of others and the safety of his sister guaranteed, there was no way he would leave the Black Order even if he wanted to. No, that sort of life was impossible for him. Therefore his life is spent in self-indulgent laziness as he gazes at the fortunes of others. It didn't matter anyways: nobody would love a murder like him.
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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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