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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Yours Truely,
The Staff
season
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!
[attr="class","text-area"] Anele grabbed the paper towels as they were laid on the counter, tearing off a couple of them and using them to lift the larger part of the mess. Cleaning up spilled coffee was a lot like cleaning up spilled paint, so the process had become somewhat automatic. Targeting the most saturated areas first made picking up the rest relatively simple. And coffee didn't spread like paint, so really it was easier when it came down to it. [break][break] Anele opened his mouth to answer the question then shut it as the barista went on awkwardly. He chuckled, offering his best comforting smile - which was pretty good from what others had told him. "Don't worry, I didn't take it as a rude question." he assured him. "I just managed to break away from work and I've still got quite a bit to take home so I've got to stay awake through it all." As he explained he grabbed another of the paper towels and carefully lifted the assumedly fragile shelves of snacks to wipe under them. [break][break] "Plus," he added with a sheepish grin, "I think I might be addicted to the stuff, so there's that too. I somehow managed to forget my coffee this morning and an entirely caffeineless day just sounds like hell." ‘Might’ was a complete underestimate in his case. He'd always liked to keep busy and he'd learned caffeine would help him keep up his energy when he was far too young. He'd been hooked on it for too many years to have any hope of quitting. [break][break] "What about you? I don't know how you can work here and not be completely overloaded on caffeine at all times. I wouldn't be able to manage it." He shook his head to emphasize the point. It was true. In fact, when he'd chosen the apartment he lived in now one of the factors had been how close it was to a coffee shop. He didn't want to be able to walk for 2 minutes to get to one or else he'd be there all the time. As it was, he had to walk for 5 minutes. It turned out that that wasn't enough of a difference to stop him.
[attr="class","ooc-area"]hope this works! — @graelish
[attr="class","text-area"] It was a cold day. Anele hadn’t been outside since he’d come in for work, but the morning had had enough of a chill that he had no doubt it would carry into the afternoon. He didn’t hate the cold, but he didn’t want to put up with it today. Usually he would stay after school let out when he had to grade art assignments like today, but he wanted to make the frigid walk to the car before all the warmth from the day’s sun was leached out of the air, replaced by the uncaring coolness of night. [break][break] Still, he didn’t leave immediately after his students. He’d had a few supplies to organize. He always let his students take what they needed, but he was very particular about how things put back and he always had to make sure everything was in order before he left. The budget for his class was small enough without losing things in the maze of his supply closet. He knew that a few of his students called him a perfectionist behind his back. It reminded him of his own school days when his best friend would always tease him for putting far too much work into the small details. Those had been much simpler days, when he could throw himself into classwork and clubs and never had a chance for boredom. He had never liked being bored. It left his mind with too much time to wander - to worry. [break][break] He brushed aside the errant thought and carefully organized his students’ work into makeshift portfolios so they wouldn’t be damaged on the way home. There was a weekend coming up and he was looking forward to hiding away in his den and looking through the pieces. Some of his students just took his class for the credit, but he knew that others actually cared and put effort into their work. He loved seeing where their creativity took them. Even with drier assignments, there was always something to catch him off guard. [break][break] With the portfolios loaded into his bag, he set off at a brisk pace through the halls. The walls were bare - something some of his older students had pointed out on multiple occasions. Apparently the previous art teacher used to display students’ work in the halls. He would love to do that too, but he was still working through some of the complexities. He knew some of his students preferred to take their art home immediately and others didn’t want to share it with the world. [break][break] His thoughts carried him to the front doors, breaking off as he was hit with a freezing blast of air. He broke through the threshold quickly, feeling as if he’d plunged into a pool before he grew used to the cool water. His gaze cut through the straggling crowd of people, caught by one person in particular who stared up at the school. It took a moment for Anele to recognize him as part of the faculty to the nearby elementary school. "Curious what the older kids are like?" he asked, approaching with a good-natured smile. He didn’t want to seem too bold, but he’d never been good with subtle introductions.
[attr="class","ooc-area"]hope this works! — @isaac
[attr="class","text-area"] Finally the boy was willing to bend, proposing an offer that would at least allow Anele to help out a little. It still wouldn’t be much. Anele met the boy’s determined stare, considering his options. He didn’t feel comfortable not paying for his drink after causing so much trouble but he could see in the boy’s face that this was the best offer he was going to get. [break][break] "Alright. Deal." he said, breaking eye contact. He hated the bitter taste the lie left on his tongue. He’d find some way around the on the house bit when the time came. There was no way wiping up a mess was worth a free coffee, and even if it was it took away from the helpfulness of the action in itself. But for now making himself useful was more important than arguing the details. Otherwise they’d probably be standing there all night, neither of them willing to bend, and Anele still had work to do before the day was done. [break][break] Anele hated being dishonest, no matter the circumstance. The lies he’d told had the tendency to come back and blow up in his face, as though the guilt accompanying them wasn’t punishment enough. He saw no way this particular white lie could come back to haunt him, though. After all, it wasn’t doing anyone any harm. If only he could convince the nasty feeling gnawing at his stomach as easily as he could convince his mind. [break][break] "I'll take a latte." he said, trying not to look as doubtful as he felt. He approached the counter, leaning against it casually. "Please pass me a paper towel?"
[attr="class","ooc-area"]a little note here — @graelish
[attr="class","text-area"] The boy seemed uncomfortable and Anele flushed. His gaze fixated on the ground, determined not to make eye contact until they moved onto another subject. He’d gone too far with that story. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, the boy slipped again distracting Anele from his embarrassment. [break][break] "Are you alright?" he asked once again, wincing at the soft thump that followed the fall. Some of the fight seemed to evaporate from the boy, replaced be reluctant defeat and a request to flip the 'open' sign to 'closed.' [break][break] Anele’s eyes lit up and he nodded, dutifully walking over to the door and flipping the sign. It was a menial task, but it was helpful nonetheless so Anele would take it as a win. [break][break] This was another reminder that he'd come too late. They were supposed to be closing up and it seemed like barging in now would just be annoying. He hated being a problem in any situation. He hesitated as he turned back around. "I'm serious, though. If you're supposed to be closing up I could find another coffee place I'm sure." Leaving would probably allow the boy to go about cleaning up and changing into fresh clothes. [break][break] Anele caught himself fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket and returned his hands to his sides to stop the uneasy behaviour. Asking whether he should just go 50 times would be just as annoying as showing up at the last minute. Instead, he straightened and offered a sheepish smile. [break][break] "I’m also serious about my offer to help. Glass can be dangerous." Pointing that out seemed condescending and Anele rushed to cover. "Not that you don't know that, obviously! I just..." his voice trailed off and he once again started fidgeting with his sleeve, hoping the boy would interrupt and save him from himself.
[attr="class","ooc-area"]hope this works! — @graelish
[attr="class","text-area"] The boy eagerly offered to put on a pot of coffee and made his way to another pot. Anele could hear the glass crunching beneath his feet. He wasn’t sure what to say. He hadn’t actually expected the boy to keep up this act. But here he was walking on broken glass. Anele couldn’t bring himself to let this go on. His teacher instincts kicked in, demanding he minimize the danger. [break][break] "You're going to get yourself hurt," he said, motioning to the mess of a floor. If the glass was broken into smaller pieces picking it up would be even more hazardous. "You should really clean that up first. I'm in no hurry." He still didn’t quite feel comfortable telling the kid how to do his job, but it didn’t seem like much of an option in the face of such blatant disregard for safety. [break][break] "In fact, if you'd let me I'd help." He took half a step forward with the offer. He really wouldn't mind helping, but he didn't want to overstep his bounds. He also didn't want to hurt the boy's pride. It could be hard to tell how sensitive people could be and the last thing Anele wanted was to make this child feel embarrassed. If only there was a way around it. [break][break] Anele paused to assess the situation. Surely there was something he could say that would make this all simpler. He just couldn't find the right words. Awkward silence seemed like the worst option, though, so he went on speaking before the quiet hung too long. "I'm not judging you or anything! We all have bad moments here and there. In fact, the other day I, uh, walked into the girl's bathroom on accident... I didn't realize until a student walked in." He chuckled to cover a cringe. He wasn't exactly sure why he was blabbering on anymore.
[attr="class","ooc-area"]Hope this works! — @graelish
[attr="class","text-area"] Anele wasn’t sure whether it was admirable or self-deprecating how quickly the boy overwrote whatever had happened and went back to being the perfect customer service. Either way, he wasn't buying it. But he didn't want to embarass the boy either. Would it be better to pretend nothing happened or offer to wait while the boy cleaned up? He wasn't sure the boy would agree to that. He'd probably keep denying anything major had happened. [break][break] "A little spill?" he asked, a note of teasing in his voice, motioning to the mess on the floor that he wouldn’t quite define as small. He hesitated to push any further, though. He didn’t want to embarrass the boy. [break][break] ”No, tea and I actually don’t get along. I was actually hoping for a coffee.” He chuckled and reached up to scratch the back of his head. [break][break] It suddenly occurred to him that maybe the fall had happened while the boy was cleaning up. As much as he craved coffee, he didn’t want to be making the boy stay late. He seemed pretty content to serve, but it could be hard to tell behind the customer service mask of professionalism. ”To be honest I thought you guys would be closed by now, it feels like I’ve been running late to things all day.” [break][break] He waited for any sign of disdain or hesitance in the response that would cue him to leave. Anele could be pretty scattered, but he wasn’t known for not picking up on things.
Late! Anele was running late. He didn’t have any particular timeline, but it felt like everything was taking just a bit too long and he’d be forced to arrive at the next place far past when he was expected.
He would never show any impatience toward his students, but his knee bounced beneath his desk as he waited for a few students staying late to finish up their last minute work. The sketch he’d been idly working on was developing more than he would have liked, with each stroke of the pencil representing a second he should have been travelling towards his next location.
Finally, finally, that last student slipped out and he offered a bright farewell. The familiar click of the door flipped him into action and he quickly gathered his belongings, frowning as he checked the time on his phone. He desperately needed caffeine to function, but he wasn’t sure they’d be open by the time he got there.
He shook off his worry. He’d make it. Of course he’d make it. The universe wasn’t cruel enough to torture him with a caffeineless evening of grading assignments and planning lessons. Thursdays always seemed to be his busiest day, preparing things in advance so he’d get the weekend off.
He made a mad rush to a nearby cafe, praying he wouldn’t be too late. A sigh fell from his lips as he saw the lights still on. If it had come down to it he could have found a different place, but this was close and he liked their coffee.
He pushed the door open to find a messy scene unfolding before him. The person working, a boy who in his current state didn’t seem much older than one of his students, was collapsed in a pile of what appeared to be coffee and sugar.
“Oh my! Are you alright?” he asked, eyes filling with concern for the fallen stranger. He wasn’t sure exactly what he planned to do to help, but he rushed forward anyway, certain he could do something.
Soft as he is on the inside, Anele looks pretty tough. With his rather large form and dismissive posture, people that don’t know him well enough can easily get intimidated. He isn’t afraid of standing out from the crowd, although it’s not usually his intention. He has long brown hair that’s usually a bit of a mess and bright green eyes. He usually stays in a partially shifted form with two brown wolf ears on display. In his animal form he is a fairly standard brown wolf.
NEGATIVE - Over-worker - Impulsive - Perfectionist - NO sense of self preservation - Gullible
Anele is a very positive person. He can always find the bright side in any situation. He is mainly driven by the emotions of others. If they’re sad he’ll try to cheer them up, and if they’re angry he’ll try to calm them down. In doing so, he can sometimes get himself into some trouble. He loves to take on as many jobs as possible to help as many people as possible, but that can also be his downfall sometimes. He will prioritize his work to other stuff, like sleep and eating, and he’ll try to make sure he does everything as perfectly as possible. He feels the need to help any plants, animals, or people that may be struggling nearby. He tends to defend the underling in most any situation. He always wants to see the best in people, and sometimes that can lead to him giving one too many second chances. However, if someone betrays him he won’t forgive them if he hasn’t seen a change. If someone hurts someone he cares about, he probably won't give them a fair chance.
abilities
Animal Shifting: Anele can shift into a brown wolf. In this form he blends in with other wolves with no outstanding features including size. It takes him about 30 seconds to shift during which he is vulnerable to attack. If he’s heavily injured in his shifted form he will have to shift back.
Natural: Minor Healing Factor
backstory
Anele was raised as the youngest of three children. His family was always very caring and supportive. He was taught to always see the bright side of things. He always looked up to his parents and older siblings and a part of him truly believes they can do anything. Indeed, when he was a child he had an unwavering belief that everything would always be perfect.
Anele has always loved every living thing. This includes plants. When he was young, he loved to be outside and he liked helping plants grow. His father even helped him maintain his own little garden. He had a neighbor, Adelina, who was about his age, and every now and then she’d come over and help him out.
When he was 7 years old, tragedy struck. His father got into some work-related accident leaving him in a coma. For a long time before the diagnosis was given, Anele wasn’t told anything about the situation. All he knew was that he was afraid. Afraid for his father, and afraid for what his family might be put through. He remembers that as a time filled with confusion, but Adelina was there to support him when he needed it most. For six months, he would visit his father as often as possible. He had always looked up to his dad, and even if he didn’t know much about the situation he knew he wanted to be by his side. He knew the accident was also very stressful on his mom and siblings, so he tried to do the best he could to help out wherever he could and stepped up to take more responsibility where he could (although, being a child that wasn’t much)
When his father finally woke up, Anele thought it was a miracle. The man had extensive memory loss and his vision had been damaged, so he wasn’t permitted to return to his job as a police officer, but he was awake and that was enough. Or, at least, it should have been. Tension formed between his parents in the following 3 years. He didn’t know where it came from or the severity of the situation, but it tore his family apart.
Like his siblings, when he turned 11 he was sent to a boarding school. As much as he wanted to stay behind with his family, he found himself making new friends and fitting in easily. There were lots of clubs at his school, and he soon found himself involved in many of them, especially the gardening club. His love for plants wasn’t going to fade just because he was away from his own personal garden. How couldn’t he feel at home when Adelina was still at his side?
His new school may have felt like home, but it would never replace the happy memories in his childhood house with his entire family. Little did he know, that cherished memory wouldn’t last much longer. In his second year at school, he got news that his parents had gotten divorced. He and his sister stayed behind with their mother, mainly because they were told to. His brother chose to live with their father.
While his mother wanted them to have nothing to do with their dad, Anele still wanted him to be happy. He desperately wanted to mend the wounds that had grown while his back was turned. When his father started dating another woman, he embraced it. After all, it made his father happy. Not long later, they were married and he had another sister who he vowed he’d always look out for, even if he didn’t really get to spend much time with her between boarding school and living with his mother.
The year before he went off to college, he learned more about the situation that separated his parents. His mom had accused his father of having an affair, which Anele couldn’t bring himself to believe. He knew his father and the man would never do something that could hurt his mom like that. In fact, as the next few weeks past he began to notice more and more how unhinged the woman was and he went to live with his father. He still wanted his mother to be happy, but he wasn’t going to live with her if she was going to keep spewing such irrational lies.
When he was finally old enough to begin college, Anele got a degree in art and used it to get a job teaching at the high school. He is still fairly young and untested, but he’s determined to do well.
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Pls protect my baby! He needs lots of love. Likes: Sweets, Helping Out, Friends Dislikes: Bullies, seeing others in pain, people trying to harm his family or friends
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credits
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.
