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
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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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
A hair shorter than average height at 5’7” with a graceful build, Larkyn possesses a somewhat desirable physical appearance. His limbs hold a gentle thinness, graceful and cooperative with his muscle-lacking body. Unlike some males, the appearance of a small framed man suits the young Larkyn Ellis well. Long strides frequently emphasize the beauty of Larkyn’s body and frame. Slim shoulders carry Larkyn’s head, allowing him to appear on the more delicate side of the body spectrum. His porcelain complexion created a beauty across Larkyn’s flawless skin. Scarless and without a single error, many discover Larkyn’s natural beauty and attractive features. His hands are delicate, lacking callous, but holding gracefully long fingers. Despite his previous homelessness, Larkyn worked hard to maintain his skin and even his nails.
The sharper, well-defined features of Larkyn’s face fit into his body like a perfect puzzle piece. High cheekbones make Larkyn’s face gracefully slender. These sharpened features are more noticeable with his small, upturned nose. These slimmed features lead down to his jawline and a soft curved chin. From Larkyn’s face peer a pair of striking, blue gems for her eyes. They are emphasized by the young man’s gracefully long eyelashes. When his sleeper soldier mode is activated, Larkyn’s eyes gloss over and decrease in colour. Almost as though he is no longer focused. The most unique of Larkyn’s features are noticed in something as simple as a toothy smile; a rarity for him. Inside his mouth are sharpened teeth believed to have been derived from a relative of a different species. Plenty freaked out by the sharpened rows hidden behind Larkyn’s soft, pink lips. On the left side of his mouth below his lips is a small, black mole. Among one of Larkyn’s favoured features were the gorgeous long, purple hair. It is soft to the touch, bangs long and drifts into his blue eyes. The purple hair is braided and left settled on his right shoulder.
Clothing has never been a concept Larkyn has been picky in. After living years of his life as a victim of homelessness, the young man has never voiced concerns over what clothing people are willing to give him. This being said, if given the choice, Larkyn prefers long-sleeved shirts and turtleneck sweaters with a comfy pair of sweats. In summer he may consider shorts and a t-shirt, but this is debatable. Nowadays, he merely wears what his master is willing to provide him. At all times, Larkyn has a small, heart-shaped locket around him. He felt it was discarded and unloved like him, so he keeps it for comfort.
Water Manipulation -- Intermediate (Non-Sleeper) | Advanced (Sleeper) The ability to manipulate water, allowing the user to move and create water at their will. Regularly, Larkyn would use his water manipulation for more mundane usages. After living homeless and frightened for years, Larkyn would use the ability to purify water for the purposes of drinking it. Otherwise, he used the ability to keep his clothes, hair and body clean throughout the duration of his street life. Similarly, Larkyn is skilled in making water heat up, allowing him to do some questionable cooking should he be desperate and starved for something in particular. Otherwise, his abilities are limited, his water manipulation quickly tiring him and being clumsy in combat at best. He is also unable to do large-form manipulation.
Although, when activated, Larkyn’s water manipulation takes a lethal turn. He is capable of forging needles, tentacles and a variety of things when his sleeper soldier mode is activated. He becomes a weapon fixated on killing and destroying what is asked of him. When activated, he can accomplish larger manipulation and more damaging actions. Alas, Larkyn’s bane is still consistent is tiring quicker. Longer fights hardly being the sleeper soldier’s forte. Furthermore, water creation is more tiresome than manipulating an existent source. As an additional tagline, when activated, Larkyn is notably more reckless and careless towards injury, instead focusing on the main objective.
Healing -- Mastered (Non-Sleeper) | Beginner/Unused (Sleeper) The ability to heal another individuals’ injury and restore their body. As an elemental, Larkyn is required to use water in order to heal others. Hastily, Larkyn can heal others, the process taking mere seconds even on severe wounds. When water is near Larkyn, he can surround a wound in the liquid, restoring injuries or removing ailments. His healing can drive out infections, illness and even poison from his sheer capability. As he does this process, the water glows and mends the wound together. Due to the nature of Larkyn’s healing, he is capable of healing in a distance of 3 meters, although this takes more energy and the healing process is slower. Constant use of this ability can cause weariness in Larkyn’s bones, making him gradually become more tired over time. When in sleeper soldier mode, Larkyn’s healing is nonexistent because his brain automatically focuses on combat and combat alone.
A family once considered a whole unit, a married couple with two children in the mother’s womb and the beliefs a positive upbringing for their children would fester. Alas, through the pregnancy, discord began developing between the once happy couple. Mentally, they became split as rampant accusations of cheating against the mother and over-use of alcohol was fired back at the father. The pair began hating one another, yet, the pair felt trapped inside their loveless marriage from meagre words of You two look good together! As the pregnancy was carried to term, they only despised one another further. In the early morning hours of September 9th, 2000, Larkyn and his twin Puck were born in the shambling remains of a once loving marriage. Mementos of a time of love and happiness, disliked for what the pair represented in the couple’s eyes.
From the start, the children were neglected with exceptions to requirements of basics. Alas, additional bonding between parent and child was ignored in favour of bickering and burying those once loving memories. If the children cried, the fighting ceased for a moment to handle whatever they required before loud words of hatred ruled the house. They were parents who no longer wanted the children they concieved together in a night of passion. A crumbling household on the brink of destruction and gradually dying in the flames of anger. It was no place to raise a child, let alone the miracle of twins. Anybody catching glimpses of the cracking world inside the household would acknowledge it, however, little could be accomplished to rescue Larkyn and Puck from the volatile home.
With limited love from his parents, Larkyn leaned on his brother or would spend his alone time seemingly depressed. The household always felt void of love, the child feeling as though he was raised by strangers. His mother and father swore, screaming about cheating, about finances, about anything they could fight over. It made Larkyn a quiet and withdrawn child. He separated himself from others, preferring to play alone or with his twin. Socially the young man struggled, finding difficulties in building bounds with others. Without the necessary building blocks set in place by his parents, the young boy was bound to suffer and struggle. Although, the start of school set new challenges into motion.
School became a hatred for Larkyn hastily because of the ways his peers treated him. From a distant relative, Larkyn had managed to inherit a pair of sharpened teeth. Thus, bullies quickly found the young, socially awkward boy who looked different a viable target for their insults. They jokingly screamed at him, feigning fear and calling him a freak for his peculiar rows of sharp teeth. As a result, Larkyn refused to show a toothy grin and instead kept his liptight. He feared criticism and the words of peers. A boy of limited self-confidence crumbling beneath the thought of a horrible homelife followed by criticism. It was destined for Larkyn to struggle through the remainder of his school years. He received poor grades, barely passing his classes. Alas, with the amount of things plaguing his world left the child struggling to focus and do his work with efficiency. The only thing Larkyn succeeded in was English where he received slightly above average.
With his bad grades arrived the attention of his parents. As they got called into school and informed of Larkyn’s horrible grades, the yelling arrived afterwards. They called him worthless, pathetic, stupid and anything in between. It only worsened Larkyn’s mood as he struggled with the emotional burden of being inside the Ellis household. He felt like a burden, a person undeserving of a homelife considered proper. At times he whimpered out apologies before hiding himself away in his room. Otherwise, his parents ignored him entirely, even when he attempted to ask questions or request a conversation. He never mattered to them... they merely wanted good grades in hopes he would leave upon graduation and allow them to feud forever. Everything Larkyn had was his twin, the only person he genuinely cared about. Alas, with the words tormenting him, Larkyn felt he was a burden rather than a person. Over the years it boiled, thoughts becoming irrational as every bad word pushed Larkyn further and further... until he up and left.
In the middle of the night at the age of 17, he packed his stuff and walked away. Never told his brother, never told his parents and just left. He hitchhiked to a further city, managing to end up in Lorsette without incident... and there he joined the homeless. He struggled through it, a man lacking intelligence deceived several times. Yet in desperation, he learned to adjust, adapted to the bad conditions and used his water manipulation to assist him. Although, eventually the regrets arrived as Larkyn became money desperate. He began selling himself out, feigning confidence and making others happy to scrounge a few bills. He regretted every second of it, but he required the money, needed to gather himself something to eat in moments where he starved. Choices were nonexistent, but at least here he could escape the pains of school and home... He never even knew they filed a police report... He slept where possible, gathered with others for warmth come winter and struggled with way through life.
Then at 18 they found him. The young elemental knew of the Assembly of Phantoms, having avoided terrors through his homelessness. Never had he expected them to scoop him up and start on a sickening project. They locked him in a room, controlling his food, water, sleep and contact. When out all he would hear was their words drilling into his ears. The hypnotism he underwent was unlike the average. It was no possession or mind control, rather, they dragged him down so far to create something within him. They knew a homeless man would not be sought for, thus, he was the perfect individual for their control. Through it, Larkyn was abused on all fronts. He was smacked around on many occasions, but hardly bothered by the sensation. Over the course of a year, they drilled him, gradually forging a sharpened weapon inside unbeknownst to the primary inhabitant. He remembered the day they kicked him out near a TRS patrol with an earpiece... told him he could get help... As somebody renowned for his idiocy he believed them... He ran towards the TRS, begging for assistance until...
Nocte Sanguine...
The Latin word pierced his thoughts as the patrolling members closed in. His eyes glossed over, memories of his former self disappearing. It rained that day... he remembered that... As though influenced by clockwork, water moved. He slit the throat of the first who came to grab his arms attempting to find him sanctuary in their safety. Done so callous and without hesitation. Even as he stood, water prepared and shaped like a weapon, he never thought twice of the head toppling to the ground. Transformed into weapons as he attacked the TRS members expected to help him. Nobody was spared and the Assembly was aware. They maintained their distance, watching Larkyn’s maddened state. He cut them down, merciless and without thought as blood coated his clothes and was caught in his hair. At one point a radio sounded, but was cut off by the gurgling of blood. The once quiet homeless man selling himself out shifted into a cold blooded killer... The Assembly of Phantom’s plan working as people suffered the consequences of being unaware. The way they screamed and cried... it meant nothing to the sleeper soldier...
Cessabit Tempestas...
Everything cleared as conscious thought returned and Larkyn’s eyes saw the sight of his destruction. His hands shook and his breathing became fragile. He grabbed the earpiece, smashing it on the ground as hot tears poured from his eyes. He was used in somebody else’s sick game and made a fugitive... and out of nowhere he was running. He sprinted through the alleyways, difficult to trace as weaved through and eventually reached the treeline. There he hid in the wilderness, uncertain, scared and clueless on what happened. All he knew was whatever happened to those murdered souls was his doing. At one point he cleaned his clothes near a stream and aimlessly walked... It was a mere few days until he discovered him... The man granted his custody and ownership from the person who hypnotized him and turned him into a monster.
The day Isaiah Droit found him was believed to be a nightmare as Larkyn was dragged back to be his prisoner. He felt trapped in the bars of their home, forced to serve and help with no thoughts of freedom. He believed he deserved it... After the lives he took, should he not be required to serve a man of the Assembly? Furthermore, he found himself spared from the harsh conditions of being homeless inside the household. Yet, as the first months dredged on, his master made discoveries about him that changed the dynamic. It started in lust and passionate nights together, a dramatic shift from the depressive situation he previously felt trapped in. Rather, he improved from servant to more of a housewife. When he finished chores, he gained the chance to curl on the chair with a cup of tea and read. The privileges he received, while minor, proved better than his homelife. Not to mention, he never minded the attention he received from Isaiah. No berating of school, the single topic he despised, and otherwise he was not actively ignored every second.
Despite the rocky beginnings, Larkyn eventually discovered a slight sense of happiness living with Isaiah. Over the months, he showed no intentions of leaving the man’s side and obediently obeyed his requests; with some more teasing-oriented disobedience. Rather, in Isaiah’s household, Larkyn felt he had purpose. He was useful to the man, assuring every morning he would get coffee and breakfast. He learned to cook different meals and tested his skills to improve himself for his master’s sake. In a way, his life became comfortable and while his master provided minimal affection at times, it proved more than his parents ever granted him; although, a different calibre. Thus he lived happily through the months and continued fulfilling his duties, a faithful servant serving his master.
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- Likes: Fizzy drinks, pain, attention, desserts, cream-filled doughnuts, board games, storms, tea, water, pain, honey, writing, reading, braids, lakes, affectionate people, concepts of love, heart-shaped lockets, trinkets, turtleneck sweaters, cooking - Dislikes: Strategy games, being alone, being ignored, neglect, homelessness, winter, cold weather, crying, mashed potatoes, strong mints, school, math, tight clothes, yelling, confrontation, fighting, his teeth - Fears: Lonesomeness, being hated, fire, rejection - Larkyn’s activation phrase is Nocte Sanguine which translates to Midnight Blood in Latin. Meanwhile to deactivate Larkyn’s sleeper soldier mode, the phrase is Cessabit Tempestas which translates to Calm Storm in Latin. Larkyn does not know the phrases for his activation and deactivation. - In sleeper soldier mode, Larkyn is a relentless killer. Reckless to a key and tactless by all regards. He is focused on getting the kill rather than preserving his body for a future fight. Meaning damaging Larkyn is easy, but stopping him peacefully is difficult without the deactivation phrase. - He considers himself property of Isaiah Droit. Despite the disturbing implications, Larkyn is delighted with the notion. Thus, he considers it a consensual ownership. - Contrary to most beliefs, Larkyn does not have Stockholm Syndrome, rather he genuinely enjoys being in Isaiah’s company. He found he receives more attention around Isaiah than his parents ever gave, thus he finds being with him oddly blissful. - While he considers his official title servant, Larkyn operates similar to a housewife by taking care of the household. He cooks, cleans and does whatever household chores are available for him to do. Sometimes, if Master Isaiah permits it, Larkyn will get the groceries and run the errands. - Due to it being a silent relationship, Larkyn is unaware he is technically dating Isaiah. This being said, he would refuse anybody else who asked. - Larkyn is not proud of a lot of the things he did when homeless. However, in desperate times, he felt he had nowhere to turn.
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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.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
