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 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.
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The arrival spring was accompanied with gradually warming temperatures as time approached summer. Clouds dotted the azure skies, occasionally blocking the radiant sun that embraced the earth with wonderful heat. A gentle wind drifted through the Lorsette that held a pleasant warmth, enveloping the citizens who wondered the outside world. The business district itself was bustling with activity due to the favorable weather conditions, creating a mixture of numerous types of people. Although, the peaceful weather never resulted in positive occurrences within the city. Only a few moments prior had Emmet been sitting within the prison known as his office, signing away on several forms crossed his desk. Hours of staring at stark white papers caused the lieutenant to retreat from his office, allowing the wonderful weather to embrace his form. The numerous documents that informed the demon of the field-based happenings sometimes held those grim pretenses as explanations of recent deaths or missing hunters were provided; it always provided a chilling sense.
Immediately after leaving the front doors of the TRS building has Emmet lit a cigarette, allowing the nicotine to play across his lips. The lighter was returned to the pocket of his TRS uniform that hugged his body and lacked any modifications. There were the basic dark colours accented with the red that marked him as an elite hunter. The epaulettes that held similar red hues, marking his shoulders with his occupational colour. The silver impact text further marked his association, informing those who gained the opportunity to read it of his affiliation with the TRS hunter division. On the left side of his uniform was the pair of red stars that marked him as a lieutenant, their colour contrasting against the uniform's dark base. Each aspect of his appearance suggested an air of professionalism despite his dark hair possessing a messier appearance to it. Gradually, Emmet walked towards the usual bench where he would smoke in order to provide his eyes and mind a momentary break from the stress.
Unfortunately, the opportunity was smashed when the radio stationed on his waist suddenly sparked to life, a hunter invoking his rank. Unit three had been given the responsibility of patrolling the central area for today, troops leaking into the other sections of Lorsette as a result of oftentimes low terror reports in the downtown area. The words were mildly listened, the lieutenant catching onto the concept of being required near the business district; thus in a matter of moments that cigarette's acute smoke was diminished by tossing it onto the ground and squishing it. A soft sigh escaped his lips considering his interests were keenly related to the combat portions of being a hunter rather than the investigative. Once completed, Emmet grabbed the remainder of the cigarette and tossed it into a trashcan before heading down the sidewalk. There were reports flying through the radio about an Assembly informant meeting their gruesome demise. Time passed, people condensing around the area where the lieutenant was summoned to which already held notes of concern.
Nowadays, it appeared that citizens became acquainted with the concept of death as a result of Zeredah's presence. The mentioning of terror attacks were constant, bringing foreboding emotions alongside fear. Carefully, Emmet nudged his way through the crowding individuals, a majority stepping aside as a result of noble and lieutenant status. Traffic remained blocked in the area, vehicles being redirect towards other routes which remained an inconvenience for civilians. The centerpiece of the entire scene remained the mangled body alongside a truck where a few RCMP individuals inquired the driver. Merely sparing a glance across the scene the sickening, the lieutenant flinching as he drew closer, his stomach churning. The smells alongside the imagery maintained an unpleasant vibe as suicidal execution was displayed publicly.
A mere glance at the civilians allowed the demon to notice the tones of horror, people turning away in disgust at the gruesome death while adults ushered curious children away. Shortly, a frown appeared onto the lieutenant's face as his yellow eyes trailed towards the body, the numerous reports reminding him of the name Gary Pressman. The informant despite his renown managed to remain elusive for the TRS to capture. As days passed they were getting closer as they awaited the possibility of capture in hopes of interrogating for information. Various wounds covered the broken body, colouring drained from the skin of the once living creature. There was an emptiness that entered Emmet, his stomach dropping at the numerous thoughts that orbited through his mind. Pondering was given towards the man possibly possessing a family, people who relied on him for income. Death always arrived with various misfortunes.
After a few moments, the demon's eyes flitted away from the body as the RCMP covered the deceased man with the white fabric that indicated death. Arrangements for transportation would be required considering the TRS itself would hastily take the opportunity to glance over the body and search for possible Assembly related secrets. Once the lieutenant's presence was noticed, an individual from the RCMP walked over to exchange words about the situation. The conversation was short, the official from the RCMP gaining the transportation information. The finishing of the interaction resulted in the individual's leaving, Emmet being left alone.
A deep breath was taken in an attempt to calm his concerns and hopefully banish repulsive memories of witnessing the broken body. There was numerous occasions where the lieutenant had viewed grotesque individuals that met their unfortunate demise, the witnessing never became easier; a numbness never arrived. Moments passed, the RCMP working towards clearing a majority of the crowd while more TRS representatives appeared. The lieutenant himself retreated a short distance, isolating himself in order to allow his thoughts to reorganize after the horrific display. Based on previous investigations, the procedures would consist of transferring the body into the infamous white bags while awaiting the transport vehicles arrival. Conversations about the occurrences and witness reports would quickly be gathered, Emmet himself being expected to play the role of supervisor and command for the situation.
The TRS and RCMP organized themselves quickly, their thorough introduction to similar situations making for fluent movements that did not require vocal commands. There was a sickening aspect to witnessing the procedure since the individuals involved were able to performed since these situations had been rehearsed multiple times.
A sense of adrenaline began coursing through Emmet's veins, the chase prior to the battle making him restless. There were more sharp bangs erupting from Nicholas' gun as the bullets continued being aimed towards the troublemakers. The dark spikes were recreated, the available darkness allowing the ability to flourish and function with ease. Manifesting hastily were the large, black spikes that were once again aimed and fired at the enemy. They managed to smack into their target with ease with a few straying, sinking into the ground before dissipating. The troublemakers continued standing despite the damages taken, their moments slowed from injury. The ceasing of gunfire became obvious for Emmet, the lieutenant sparing a momentary glance towards Nicholas where he witnessed the hunter adjusting the strap. When the flames flared, a warmth settled into the area alongside a tense atmospheric effect.
The troublemakers were managing to draw closer, their concerns towards the flames limited. Darkness had retreated to a degree, but the lieutenant was capable to summon it from the numerous hiding places. The constructs were rebuilt, firm and black with their curved points expanding out from the tip that rested a few inches away from Emmet's hands. Caution was kept, the lieutenant allowing the enemy to draw within his reach before swiping out with one of the constructs. The darkness forged weapon managed to dig into the creature's belly, leaving a nasty gash. Another approached, the demon pulling away from the enemy he attacked in order to bring the second construct up to defend himself. The movements were done fluently, displaying the capabilities of a man who hunted regularly. While he worked towards defending himself, Emmet's yellow eyes flitted around the scene, observing the occurrences to assure the safety of himself and his fellow hunter.
The chase had recommenced despite the critical injury that the woman's leg had obtained. Faint hints of phantom pain remained in Emmet's own leg, the demon finding himself unable to comprehend the peculiar development that recently occurred. Despite the strange feeling, the lieutenant continued to follow his fellow hunter who remained ahead of him; the extensive chasing segment was bound to take toll on the nobleman. While the running continued and the purple-haired woman rounded a corner, Emmet heard the warning. In a matter of moments, the blacked constructs formed around his arms, menacing and prepped for impending combat. As caught up to Nicholas, his yellow eyes immediately flickered towards the four, shadowy figures that blocked the path. For a few moments, the lieutenant's eyes flitted around the scene, but failed to catch trace of the mysterious Assembly woman.
When the crackle of a gun banged, it became obvious that his partner was desiring long-ranged combat. As the realization arrived, the constructs disassembled into large spikes that he launched towards the troublemakers. There was no aim necessarily due to the extensive array of darkness spikes that Emmet used. The demon maintained a sturdy disposition, awaiting to any possible return attacks from the enemy. Despite the damage taken from the previous battle, the lieutenant remained plenty capable to endure further wounds and in emergency case, he could always activate a healing hex to recover. He preferred to avoid activating a hex considering his energy was being used on attacking alongside running.
Disoriented, Emmet narrowly managed to remain on his feet while he stood alone and bruised. His enhanced endurance warded away the pain, but during the attack, the air had been knocked from the depths of his stomach. Gradually, his yellow eyes noticed the terror, the forming darkness designed to become his emanate should the attack not be blocked. The misfortune of the situation weighed heavily on the lieutenant as he began growing aware of how incapable he would be in defending himself from the vicious attack. Mentally, he has been thrown into disarray from the unexpected force of the attack. A flinch marked the demon's countenance as he braced himself for the oncoming attack, only for it never to collide. Instead, flames arrived, creating a barrier between the attack and the unprepared lieutenant.
As Emmet's mind began arranging itself, he noticed a white-haired hunter and a familiar face; shortly after the man who was named Nicholas arrive, the lieutenant had befriended him. The man was a mystery, but his personality made it simple for the noble to overlook the concept of obscurity. Relief flooded through the demon's veins, another hunter from his unit had arrived to protect him; secretively, though, he remained opposed to the idea merely because it risked the possibility of injury for his ally. The first exchange of words between the Assembly member and his white-haired ally went unnoticed, the lieutenant borrowing a few moments in the protection to reorganize his mind. At the questioning of his wellness accompanied by the mentioning of his rank, Emmet's yellow eyes flitted towards Nicholas, his white-haired ally.
"Don't worry about me, I can handle a little pain," he responded. "Besides, I consider it that if I can stand, I'm alright to keep going."
Naturally, standing did not automatically connect to healthy condition, but the lieutenant thoroughly believed the concept. There was an ache settling in his body, condensing around where future bruises would rise. With the concept of combat continuing, the darkness constructs were shortly reformed around his arms in preparation. Silently, Emmet listened to the interaction between Nicholas and the mysterious woman, both who appeared peculiarly familiar with one another. Before the demon could react and assist in the situation, a sudden jolt of phantom pain erupted in his leg, creating hesitation. Immediately, his yellow eyes flitted towards the leg where the painful sensation had been, but it lacked a wound. For a few moments, Emmet's eyes lingered on the area as confusion claimed his expression, his attention returning to the situation when he realized the woman began running again.
Hastily, the lieutenant began giving chase as his determination to capture the woman continued. The phantom pain remained ignore as he began running alongside Nicholas.
"I warn you, she is quite the runner," he stated. "I have been chasing her for a while and she doesn't give in easily. If you have any ideas, I'm all ears."
After cautioning Nicholas, the lieutenant began focusing on attempting to follow the Assembly member in whatever obstacle course she would lead them through.
There was exhilaration in the beginnings of battle, Emmet's heart increasing in rate in anticipation for the upcoming brawl. Even the injuries that burned with pain failed to deter the lieutenant's stubborn resolve. The constructs remained, prepped for oncoming combat as he was informed about death not being a planned occasion. A mild hesitation was given when the water appeared, the demon noticing the woman draw a knife from her waist. This situation was suggesting a negative outcome, but the lieutenant's courage kept him braced. The sudden talk of weaknesses caused Emmet to stiffen, an acute nervous emotion transcending him; nobody enjoyed the enemy stating the awareness of a weakness. Expression wise, the lieutenant maintained a neutral countenance, keeping the concerns hidden from the public. Fears of a leadership figure easily influenced the attitudes of the individuals around them.
Thoughts were shortly preoccupied when the terror attacked him, the lieutenant successfully attack. Years of combat experience prepared him for these moments, his mind easily proceeding through the movements of defense and closing in. In the midst of a close-ranged combat instance, Emmet managed to gash the creature with the sharp constructs. A smirk crossed the demon's face, his eyes shortly flitting towards the woman who managed to create the horrible situation. A terrain of ice separated him from his fellow hunter, the Assembly member holding the knife and advancing towards the petrified hunter. In his peripheral vision he noticed the terror creating a future dark pulse that would be aimed at him. There were limited options, the lieutenant knowing he could defend himself, but at the risk of the hunter's safety. Without hesitation, Emmet banished the dark constructs, transforming them into points before launching them towards the Assembly member with the intention of forcing her back from the hunter.
After the launching, his yellow eyes returned to his enemy to witness the dark wave hastily coming his way. There was no possibility that Emmet could react fast enough to defend himself. The darkness slammed into him, sending him flying through the air. The demon landed on the pavement hard, his back and shoulders colliding with the sidewalk below, head following. Pain erupted mildly through his body, his enhanced endurance weakening the effects significantly. There was disorientation as the lieutenant gazed absently at his surroundings for a few moments, slowly rising back towards his feet, unprepared for a following attack.
As Emmet drew closer towards the scene, he noticed the attacks aimed towards the crows created by his summoning. They fluttered, gawking loudly when the circle was disrupted and they forced to attempt aerial dodging, although, the attempt was short lived when the summoned creatures became victims of the vicious terror. A grimaced crossed the lieutenant's face, his determination heightening from witnessing the sight. The darkness attack launched towards the terror failed, Emmet's projectiles being stopped by a wall of ice. Once the distance was closed, the demon ceased and waited, his yellow eyes flitting around. There were two enemies now, a terror and the woman from the Assembly who easily stood beside the beast. The black constructs commonly used for combat situations were summoned around the lieutenants arms as he stood.
When the commands from the woman began, the lieutenant tenses, backpedaling a couple of steps for room. They desired to kill him, stating that afterwards they could accomplish murdering a comrade. Knives of ice were launched his way, Emmet using the constructs to block a majority of them, a few managing to nick him while they passed. Thin scratches were left on his arms and the demon was satisfied with the injuries not reaching high lengths severe.
"Well, guess you won't be killing that hunter since I don't have any plans of dying soon," the lieutenant responded.
The initial attack from the terror was blocked, Emmet using his capabilities in darkness to defend himself from the monstrous creature. This situation was gradually turning more troublesome, but the lieutenant had been a hunter for years. A confidence remained glimmering in his yellow eyes as he prepared to a possible extensive battle in order to maintain the safety of his comrade.
Carefully, Emmet's hand reached towards the golden coloured doorknob only for the door to suddenly open. It forced the lieutenant back a few steps as the wooden gate to the room bumped into him. The experience was painless, momentarily disorienting the demon as he stumbled backwards. Hastily, he recovered his focus long enough to notice the purple-haired Assembly woman through the door's threshold. Immediately, the door was shut, the click of a lock sounding while Emmet began to run back towards the door. The doorknob was tested before the demon attempted throwing his shoulder into it, but it did not seem keen on budging. Crossing through the threshold was impossible now, which resulted in Emmet testing the neighboring door, watching it open easily and appear empty. Quickly, he ran towards the balcony to witness the woman's escape plan which caused him to flinch.
The dexterity felt too far above him to accomplish the incredible action, thus the demon fetched a while stick of chalk from his TRS coat pocket. He knelled on the balcony, running the chalk into a circle before swiftly drawing the various designed detained in the border. Once the summoning circle was completed, it was activated, bringing force a pair of black crows. A glance was taken below while the crows perched on the balcony rail, prepared to listen to his commands. Once his yellow eyes found a clear visual of the enemy, he pointed.
"Follow that woman with the purple hair. Make certain not to lose track of her and I will down in a moment to follow," Emmet commanded.
Afterwards, the crows flapped their black wings, propelling themselves into the air in order to follow from above while Emmet improvised a method down. The room was left behind, the lieutenant returning to the hallway as he made towards the stairs. A hasty effort was made towards descending the stairs, the demon running the risk of possible stumbling to skip over a few. Fortunately, the stairwell remained empty as the buildings patrons opted to take the elevator over the exhausting work required of stairs. Once he successfully got to the ground floor, he proceeded to run out the front doors, nearly bumping into people planning on entering; a hastily made apology was given. The sounds of the radio sparking to life was heard, a statement of the purple-haired woman being near someone caused the lieutenant to hurry. His yellow eyes scanned the skies, noticing the crows circling the area in the distance.
Quickly, Emmet began running towards the direction with determination to finally capture this Assembly woman as soon as possible. As he drew closer, he noticed the terror, the hunter and his quarry. Instantly, an array of sharp objects made of darkness was shot towards the terror in hopes of slowing the creature; or at least eliminating it as a problem. Despite his body feeling mildly tired from the immense amount of running, the lieutenant stood tall and prepared to fight.
Any possible escape route was ignored with prayers that this woman would merely surrender instead of risking anything. Unfortunately, Emmet was caught in a chase an individual that had no intentions to capitulate. When the Assembly member suddenly jumped off the building, the demon flinched as he rushed towards the location they had been. Extensive chases were never enjoyable to the lieutenant, but it certainty beat paperwork and this stranger had threatened his unit. The amount of determination Emmet had was increasing as he hesitated near the building's edge, peering towards the woman who had discovered her escape. With a grumble of dissatisfaction, the demon took a few small steps back before taking a run and jumping. He leaped through the air, his yellow eyes already witnessing as the purple-haired stranger continued forward across the roof tops.
Hastily, the lieutenant followed while attempting to maintain balance and sturdiness while he leaped across the rooftops. These types of chases were a rarity for the demon to participate in, resulting in the slightest hints of hesitation in his movements to reassure himself he would not meet the unforgiving group. Uncertainty was written across his steps and body language while he continued following, his eyes flitting between his feet and the Assembly member ahead of him. The distance was increasing slightly as Emmet slowly adjusted to the rooftop running, but his confidence remained low. During a glance down, the woman disappeared from view which caused the lieutenant to pause in a moment of distress. The location the stranger had gone was made obvious by the sound of smashing glass which was accompanied by a peculiar phantom pain that touched his skin. A moment was taken to gently touch his arm, his hand meeting unscathed flesh and clothing.
Once the action was completed, the lieutenant quickly returned to moving, pausing only to place down at the balcony. A few shattered pieces of glass littered the area, which made it an obvious entry route. With haste in his movements, Emmet climbed down the fire escape and onto the balcony. Carefully, he entered before rushing into the building in search of his quarry. When the demon found himself inside the building, his yellow eyes carefully glanced around the area in curiosity as he carefully walked around the floor. The activated elevator caught his attention, causing a grimace to mark the lieutenant's face as he looked about. Instead of taking the stairs, the lieutenant decided to search for a window to watch the woman's exit and perhaps attempt to catch up when a direction was given. The concept resulted in Emmet walking towards the nearest door hastily, trying the doorknob with intentions of opening to the to spare a glance outside.
Being involved in a chase of an Assembly of Phantoms member an unexpected route that Emmet's day would follow. Choices were becoming limited as the demon continued to pursue the stranger with attentions of capturing for the sake of his fellow TRS members. Allowing this woman's escape was bound to cause damages to the people who assisted in attempting to keep the citizens of Lorsette safe. Determination continued getting fueled as running steps progressed, the dark haired man managing to keep excellent pace while he followed. There had been numerous chases that the lieutenant had become involved in, resulting in Emmet finding himself capable in participating with this one. Citizen's were witnessing the display with eyes widening in surprise to the sudden running through the crowds, some already turning towards one another to provide menial gossip.
Despite the loud volume around him, Emmet still managed to hear what the woman he was pursuing spoke. There was a moment that the demon desired the stranger's phone number for tracking purposes, but also some mysterious feeling that lurked in the depths of his mind. A portion of him craved idle chatter with the mysterious AP member and perhaps a slowly transforming relationship which was a peculiar desire for the tall male. Shortly, the thoughts were pushed away as the lieutenant continued forward, trying to avoid the faint hint of red that painted onto his umbra coloured cheeks; still barely noticeable to the eye. Suddenly, the woman turned a corner where the clicking of a door being opened was heard, the demon narrowly witnessing the form escaping into a building. There was no time taken to analyse the building when he entered since the TRS hunter wanted to keep his yellow eyes fixated on his target.
Hastily, Emmet followed her up the flight of stairs, a slight weariness arriving from the sudden change of running upwards. Floor passed in blurs as the demon attempted to maintain his steely determination, his thoughts pondering those sorrowful faces from recent lose, the pained expressions of freshly injured members and those lonely grave sides; it kept him going. Eventually, he reached the highest floor, the roof, only to be greeted with a stuck door. The lieutenant was quick to figure out that the stranger had froze the door shut considering the abilities she displayed. With a deep breath, an intense flamed coated his hand as the demon grabbed the frosted doorknob to begin the ice melting process. The door was carefully consumed by flames to loosen it while attempting to not destroy the innocent door. The instant it appeared suitable, Emmet took a small distance back, his hand remaining on the knob while he rammed his shoulder into it.
Once he passed through the threshold, the demon found the AP member on the building's flat roof top. A glimmer of surprise marked his yellow eyes considering he had been certain that she would have left. The current situation appeared to lack escape for the stranger as Emmet straightened himself out and stared at her.
"Surrender now, there's no escape now," he stated with authority.
Naturally, there was always an escape, but the lieutenant had yet to place any thoughts into the concept and accidentally informing his enemy of that was definitely not happening.
Fighting was always craved after completing the fat stacks of paperwork, and Emmet was keen on receiving his wish. Confidence was held both in his abilities alongside the concept of receiving reinforcement due to the scout's fleeing. This woman claimed her fame in inquiring about the demon's knowledge of her identity, which meant this brawl was a matter of lasting longer or outright achieving victory. When the laugh followed by the comment was stated,the lieutenant presumed insincerity in the statement of being 'cute'. The compliment did not rattle him, especially upon hearing the notion of her attacking his unit more often. The tall man's yellow eyes narrowed, making is displeasure in the idea obvious in his countenance. The malicious intentions were fueling the requirement to capture this young woman and bring her to the TRS prison to limit her chances of hurting others.
"Sorry, but I can't allow you to do that," Emmet responded.
Moments where harming his teammates was mentioned always brought up memories of having to inform loved ones of the individual's death. The sympathy in loss motivated the desire to protect those around him and he was not going to allow this purple-haired woman the chance to inflict pain that pain. When the attacks began, the lieutenant found himself capable in avoiding being damaged himself, which was a positive sign. Naturally, this was difficult to maintain when Emmet was forced into transferring to his fire manipulation, since as the darkness constructs began reconstruction, the woman had swung at him. Quickly, the demon stepped back, but the icy tip managed to hit its mark, scoring a light hit across the shoulder to the edge of his arm. Blood oozed from the wound, but the hunter's enhanced endurance managed to get him through the burning pain. The sting continued faintly as dribbles of blood slowly rolled down from the nasty wound. The replaced ice gradually caused Emmet to stumble back, the demon getting rid of the darkness, his preferred manipulation, in favor of fire to keep the ice at bay.
Gradually, the fire transformed into a defense as it was used to consume the slippery surface and to hopefully keep his enemy away. The lieutenant was prepared for the continuation of the battle, only to witness his woman turn heel to leave. Instantly, the defensive flames dissipated as Emmet began giving chase with no intentions of granting the woman freedom. Not a word was uttered as he went after the woman, unaware of her plans to find a terror as an assistant.
"I hope you know I am not giving up easily! I tend to keep my promises," Emmet shouted after her.
Capturing this woman was top priority for the lieutenant and his determination fueled his stamina as he chased.
Bravery was a commonly associated trait with Emmet considering his willingness to recklessly protect his allies. The actions taken to defend the scout proved the lieutenant's rash attitude, especially towards the thrilling battle scenes since getting involved in the adrenaline pumping fights were always a craving for him. There was the sound of boots hitting pavement as the scout retreated from the danger while the demon's eyes remained locked on the woman. Her faced contained vague familiarity, almost as though he witnessed the face somewhere, but Emmet could not place where. Appearance wise, the woman definitely maintained an attractive look which was something the lieutenant had no plans on admitting out loud.
The laughter that erupted from the stranger's lips followed by a threat caused Emmet's eyes to narrow as his protective instincts entered overdrive as allowing the woman to escape was completely off the table. The slightest hints of a chuckle flowed from the lieutenant's mouth while he smirked at the woman, his enemy currently. This exchange of remarks prior to the battle was interesting and flared Emmet's craving for a fight. Several hours of being cooped in the boredom inducing walls of his office with only paperwork to occupy his mind made him excited for something that would get his blood pumping.
"Hmm, nope I remember specifically seeing that order sheet and declining it," he answered. "Well, trying to murder a scout of my unit is rather rude, so I guess we are even. However, even with that being the case I can't allow you escape."
Confidence covered the lieutenant's words, making the faith in his fighting capabilities obvious without overstepping the boundary of conceited. A wariness was kept in the man's brilliant yellow eyes as he noticed the creation of freshly made ice daggers likely forged with the stranger's abilities. When the initial slash was given, Emmet blocked it again with the motive to remain between himself and where the direction the scout had ran. The smirk remained on his face while the woman spoke, marking herself as powerful with her language choice.
"No, no, no, I think you will be realizing the mistake you made in messing with members of my unit. I also don't take kindly to those who display a malicious behavior as you have been. Besides, I do not require a name to be aware you are the enemy," he responded.
When the slashing of the icy blades began, the lieutenant did a mixture of blocking and dodging the attacks. There was not a moment taken towards openly attacking his opponent yet as his yellow eyes attempted to analyze her fighting style. The moment the ice transformed to water, the hints of a confused expression entered the demon's face. He witnessed as the ground was given an icy coat, threatening to attempt to make him fall. That would be a problem should the terrain not be repaired to avoid a possible incident. For a moment, the dark constructs on Emmet's arms turned smaller in size until they disappeared as flames began spawning around the tall man's hands. They scattered towards the ground, growing as the lieutenant attempted to melt the ice and create a sturdier field for himself.
An idle ticking accompanied by the barely audible sound of pen scrawling across paper remained the only noises in the room as Emmet gradually decreased the paperwork pile. Freedom was contained in the air as the lieutenant began on the next sheet, his hatred for paperwork fueling his desire for escape. The black ink marked the paper with quickly etched letters that remained legible and neat despite haste. A final analysis was done to the equipment ordering sheet, the demon's yellow eyes gazing over the paper's page. A lip-tight smile twitched onto his lips as realization arrived and the completion of the agonizing paper stack. The forms were ferried towards the completion pile, being left neatly for later pickup for the general. Slowly, the dark-haired man rose from the office chair, stretching to relieve his stiffened muscles.
The TRS jacket was pulled over his shoulders as Emmet walked around his desk and towards the door. Once the coat was secured around him, the lieutenant flicked on his radio. Almost instantly, the radio flared to life as the sound of voices invaded the quiet office. He listened while adjusting his uniform so it embraced him comfortably. Concern entered his expression as he heard the panicked words of a scout requesting back up, the location given. In an instant, the lieutenant was already moving hastily to leave the building. Once the crowded hallways were left the radio was placed close to his lips as he informed the scout to try and get closer to the TRS building. Shortly, the demon was in a sprint, carrying himself closer to the scene as he ignored the wind. When the radio was answered with an unfamiliar voice that possessed a threatening demeanor, the lieutenant found himself running faster.
Those within his unit were important to him and naturally they had families they deserved to return home to. The lieutenant was quick, weaving through the cities streets with a trained caution as he moved. From basic deductions, Emmet could conclude that an Assembly member was wreaking havoc on the members of his unit; his comrades. That was when his eyes caught the long, purple of a woman and noticed the cowering scout. The demons stepped increased in speed when he heard the woman's threats and noticed her preparation to attack the innocent man. As Emmet approached, the darkness formed around his arms in the usual large weaponized forms that he preferred for close-combat. The pointed edged with various flaring points reaching up his arm, making it wider the higher it went. Quickly, the lieutenant placed himself between the attack and the frightened scout, blocking the attack with the freshly formed creation and squandering the woman's chance.
A glance was taken towards the scout, the man's eyes wide as he gazed towards the lieutenant. There were no words exchanged, the demon already certain that his comrade was aware that this warranted his chance of escape. The colours that graced Emmet's uniform alongside the pair of red stars that displayed his rank made the concept obvious. Despite the mild weariness from the sprint towards the destination, the lieutenant managed to keep his expression void of tiredness, although, his breaths remained deeper as he stood between the enemy and the scout; acting as a shield.
"My apologies, but I'm afraid that delivery was cancelled," Emmet stated, a smirk crossing his face.
Exhilaration began entering his mind since after hours of grueling paperwork a battle was craved. The lieutenant always preferred field work over hours of reading and writing, which already caused the adrenaline to start pumping into his veins over the concept.
At a height of 6’ it is easy to say that Emmet is on the taller side. His shoulders are a tad broad and he has copious muscles that are for the most part lean. There are a few minor scars from fights with terrors, but these are rather insignificant and have grown old enough or are small to not be easily seen. When it comes to skin complexion, Emmet’s skin is an umbra colour. There is one blemish besides the few scars which is a small, black mole beneath his right eye. Across his head are 9 four-point stars that are coloured black, which is a tattoo given to those of his family. They are usually only visible when Emmet is completely cleaned up and his hair is slicked back. His ears are pierced and he is usually wearing grey studs.
Emmet has a mess of dark hair when he does not slick it back. With little grooming or maintenance it is curly and rather unruly. This leaves it to be messy on days where he may merely run a comb through it and be done. His hair is medium length and reaches the nape of his neck in the back. It's more common for Emmet’s hair to be messy when he is not working or attending social gatherings, otherwise it is usually slicked back. When training an apprentice, he usually keeps his hair messier. At times he will use a disguise hex to make it longer, but this is rare. Bright yellow eyes are one of Emmet’s most noticeable traits since their brightness tends to make people notice them.
As of clothing, Emmet is known for frequently changing from casual to formal and into his work attire. When he is walking around town, he is dressed casually in hopes of drawing attention away from himself. During home hours, social gatherings and time spent with his relatives (exception of his sister) he usually wears formal attire to keep them pleased. Otherwise he would be in his TRS uniform that has no altercations. It's not uncommon to see him smoking since it is a nasty habit he picked up.
Hexes --- Advanced With a majority of hexes, Emmet has excellent control and can do his intentions. Under tired or particularly stressful conditions his hexes may weaken and break at times. He is familiarized with all hex circles and are capable of creating them. Although, naturally drawing them out still takes time and should someone ruin the drawing then it remains dysfunctional. The main downfall with his hexes are particularly his healing hexes which possess a common flaw his family line has. Instead of properly and fully healing the person, they mend the wounds, but can not flush out infections or sickness. This oftentimes leads to meticulous vaccinations.
Fire Manipulation --- Intermediate It is not overly common for Emmet to invoke his fire manipulating skills. He is still fairly skilled in the craft, but favours darkness manipulation over it. When tired or under emotional stress, the flames can easily act or not obey his every whim. This can result in attacking allies or, in some cases of extreme emotional distress, can cause the ability to randomly spark.
Darkness Manipulation --- Advanced Most of Emmet’s efforts have gone into practicing his darkness manipulation. He is capable of manipulating it fluently and can accomplish a variety of things with his manipulation abilities. The main catch is that anything considered rather extreme with the ability can take a large chunk of energy. Pushing past Emmet’s energy limits can even go lengths to render him unconscious. Creating darkness takes more energy than grabbing it from already existing darkness. This power can have difficulties during daylight hours if Emmet is low on energy.
Possession --- Beginner This is something that Emmet rarely uses with the exception for emergency cases. He can not gain full control of a person due to his lack of training, making him limited to perhaps hesitations for the more strong-willed. He is capable of slightly more with those who are weak-willed, but this remains limited and they can still resist this ability.
backstory
Originally, Emmet was born in Madrid, Spain to a family who prized a noble bloodline dating back to the War of Traitors. Although, among a majority of his family, Emmet’s blood was considered tainted. His mother, Bernadette Halogan had been a young and naive girl when she met Emmet’s biological father who went by Ivan Naulty. Over a four month vacation, Bernadette claims to have fallen in love with Ivan. It caused her parents stress considering they could tell Ivan was not a good man. Around the time the family was supposed to leave, Bernadette fell pregnant with Emmet and insisted on staying with the child’s biological father. Thus, instead of returning to Lorsette, Emmet and his mother remained in Spain.
When Emmet was born, his parents seemed lost considering they were both around 18 years of age and had never cared for children. However, they worked hard to care for the child, his mother displaying the most love and affection towards her son. Although, paradise eventually came crashing down when Bernadette found a note from Ivan which admitted to the fact he had numerous affairs with other woman, no longer desired to be involved and her and her son’s life and lastly that he was never returning. It made Emmet’s mother a mixture of angry and heart broken and shortly left Madrid to return to Lorsette.
Once Bernadette returned to Lorsette, she was greeted by her family. At first, they looked at Emmet with feigned curiosity due to the child's lack of noble blood. Despite this, Emmet was still taught similar to other children in the family and remained homeschooled. He received the full education which included a more extensive list of topics to teach. Although, his family remained tight-lipped about his father for a long time. The schooling gradual turned into a distraction in hopes the child would never ask Bernadette about his real father. His biological father who was known as the ‘no good lowlife’ an brought shame when mention to his mother. Life became rather strange when Emmet would go out walking with his mother. His mother constantly kept him close to her, especially around any Heaven species she was aware of. She constantly feared for her son’s safety after his father walked out.
It was around when Emmet was 9 that he started getting especially curious about his father and begged his mother to tell him. Gradually his mother relented and informed Emmet about his father, explaining the horrible occurrences of after he was born. It caused Emmet to hate his father despite never meeting the mysterious man. Around this age was also when he met Marina, a young girl who shortly developed into his best friend. The pair did everything together and genuinely enjoyed one another’s company. They seemed to know everything about each other, being able to answer questions on the other’s behalf with ease.
Between them, things developed as they became older and since the age of 14, Emmet found himself crushing hard on Marina. To Emmet, she was the definition of perfect and the most amazing girl. Alas, being the bashful type in romantic situations made him unable to ask her out for a long time. Though as time went on any compliments Marina gave him caused him to blush, his eyes would linger on her before awkwardly looking away with a red face and at times even conversations transformed into more flustered moments. He was obvious to Marina, the young girl enjoying his adorable flustering. Alas, neither seem ready for dating thus they did not begin dating until they turned 17.
They were an incredible couple and oftentimes Emmet would find himself blushing at the comments. Together they completed high school and after a few years the couple married. Although, Marina could not bare children due to medical reasons. Either way, they were incredibly happy together and spent their time in bliss. Years later his mother also remarried, but this time with the approval of her parents. A long time after remarrying, the two had a child together who was a girl they name Rosalynn when Emmet was roughly around 100 years of age. Despite having moves out with Marina for years, Emmet still tried to be involved in his little sister’s life. He wanted to remain close to his family which included his own step-father.
For years, Emmet was incredibly happy with his life since he was married to a woman he loved immensely and was close to his family. Everything felt amazing and lasted until the demon turned 108. Marina was always an innocent person, never one to upset those who were on the side of good. Villains were an entirely different story since one night well assisting a close friend on various delivery meeting she suddenly fell ill. At first, nobody expected anything and merely thought she had come down with something. It was a sensible conclusion alongside the thought that Marina would be over it come tomorrow since she was immortal. Alas, the sun set and when morning raised Marina laid motionless in bed, cold and dead.
The discovery left Emmet extremely upset to the point where he almost seemed unbalanced and shortly even had difficulties taking care of himself during his mourning. He was required to move back to the manor, his parents decision since their son was an emotional wreck. As time went on developments were made towards the cause of Marina’s death, which was a cruel person capable of causing poisoning doing so when their hand collided with hers. The thought was sensible and only rattled Emmet more as he gradually grew more upset. After a long time, the man put himself back together and decided on a path to at least help people. Being already well aware that he would be incapable of ending another individual’s life, Emmet instead joined the TRS. Years of training in combat back at the manor when he was younger assisted him plenty and his apprentice time was short. It was not long until Emmet became an Elite Hunter and later on managed to become sergeant. He shortly gained the rank Lieutenant in unit 3 which is where he has remained since that day.
misc
• Likes: Animals, coffee, hunting, working, casual clothing, equal treatment, romance, kindness, sweets, smoking • Dislikes: Special or lordly treatment, complaining, being embarrassed, paperwork, being forced to naturally heal, nosy people, spicy food, peppermint, cinnamon, dances, his biological father • Fears: Killing somebody, death, holy water • Emmet is a heavy smoker, it is not uncommon to see him smoking. • Emmet is a light drinker, he is embarrassed about this fact and thus will often refuse alcohol if offered. • He misses his deceased wife, Marina, a lot and will oftentimes refuse to talk about her since it upsets him. This is also the reason he still wears his wedding ring. • Despite popular belief, Marina was not Emmet’s soulmate. They were merely a good couple. • His soulmate is Christina Johnson.
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