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!
[attr="class","coblyrics"]i managed to survive every war now give me peace
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Through the traditional habits of a work day, Adonai managed to rouse during the early hours from his slumber. Following the strict wake up protocol laid upon himself became less of a challenge with every bundle of joy added to the Blane Family. With eight children filling a 28-15 age range, the merman hastily learned the definition of operating on low fuel when required. Although, things went rather well in regards to the sleeping schedule. At the expected time he slumbered alongside his beloved husband, Nitzan.
Through the years of their marriage and family life, waking next to his husband was considered proper. Regularly, they woke together every morning, however, given the circumstances of his early rousing, he wanted to leave his husband to rest. The amount of work his beloved Nitzan accomplished made him deserving of those luxuries. Thus, despite the weariness captured in his bones, Adonai sat up from the comforters. The green-haired man brought his arms up in a large, back-arching as a soft groan rumbled from his throat.
After a soft yawn, his green eyes drifted over the scene of their bedroom, moving to the form laying beside him. A grin traced the merman's lips as his eyes laid upon his husband. Perhaps sleeping or resting his eyes, but nonetheless peaceful in his slumber. Carefully, Adonai leaned over, a gentle hand touching Nitzan's hip. He gazed at his face for a few moments before bringing his lips close. Softly, he kissed the side of the redhead's forehead in a sign of secret affection.
"Sleep well, honey," he whispered, keeping his voice quiet enough to avoid Nitzan waking.
As he pulled away, satisfied with what he had done, he remembered the tasks of the day. His younger sister, Emilia, required assistance in moving furniture around her new home and as the eldest brother, Adonai considered it a duty to assist her. Rather than hire movers, his purple-haired sister decided to hire family under the prestigious name of Blane family bonding. Well by name and marriage, Nitzan constituted as a Blane, it was designed specifically for the siblings. After everything that happened, those birthed beneath their war-centric father enjoyed gathering together for some quality bonding.
Silently, Adonai slithered from bed, carefully pulling the covers back up to assure Nitzan's warmth and comfort through the remainder of his slumber. Clockwork movements allowed Adonai to swiftly get changed, pulling on a basic pair of pants and shirt. If they were moving furniture through the day, the merman wished to avoid getting his favoured clothing covered in filth and sweat. Once dressed, Adonai descended the stairs, heading into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast of toast. Hastily, he devoured his food and sipping some tea.
When everything was finished, Adonai hurried out the door and left in his vehicle. Already, his family was notified of his absence for the day. He never kept them in the dark, especially during days when he would be leaving before they woke. Gradually, he made his way through the city streets, avoiding a rush. The furniture still required delivering and if he received the correct times, he had enough time to take his leisure. As he approached Emilia's new home, the green-haired man pulled to the curve further from the home than expected.
A moving struck filled with furniture would be arriving, therefore, Adonai wished to provide them room. As one of Emilia's "hired" help, he wanted to assure his sister's furniture entered the home without any concerns. He exited the vehicle, shutting the car door and locking it behind him. Quietly, he walked up the sidewalk, approaching the residence. The merman walked up the path to the front door. As his green eyes scanned the entrance, he noticed the snow-white rabbit situated on the welcome mat. The small creature was hastily recognized because of his family tree and familiarity with the form.
"Good morning, Fel," he greeted upon his approach. "How are you this morning?"
Some would provide a curious glance at a man speaking to a rabbit sprawled out on a mat, however, the man's twin was a usagi. A creature capable of transforming into the soft, fluff-covered form of a bunny. It was a form Adonai recognized after centuries of being acquainted with his sister; who was considered among his closest siblings. He remained behind the mat, arm reaching to rap upon Emilia's door. Despite the home belonging to his sister, Adonai was never one to waltz in. After having many siblings and a home filled with girls, Adonai knew the drill about knocking before entering anywhere.
The knock echoed from the front door, Adonai's hands pulling away as he patiently waited for Emilia to answer the door. Fortunately, he managed to beat the delivery truck to the home, meaning he could focus on asking Emilia if anything required moving before its arrival.
[attr="class","cobtags"]812 words ✖ @emilia & @felicity As a quick note, I got permission from Zac for the Nitzan bit! <3
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At a rather intimidating height of 6’2” and a body covered in lean muscles, Adonai is, from a physical standpoint, a frightful force. Since a young age, Adonai was taught to strengthen and maintain his body. Hence, the man years beyond what is dictated by his appearance is built with a reasonable amount of muscle. His flat stomach fortunate to even be bestowed abs, making him a “magazine attractive” in terms of body. With a fair shaded complexion, there is not much distinguishing him except for the secrets beneath his shirt. Painted across his body are several scars, some paler than others. A majority derive from the War of Traitors, old burns and cuts hidden beneath the fresher. The more noticeable of Adonai's scars are from his time serving the TRS and are more noticeable. Upon close examination, there are several tiny scars across his knuckles from training centuries ago. Most prominent of his scars is a large one on his left hip and another that goes across his chest, left shoulder to right hip. For the most part, Adonai keeps his scars hidden, believing them as unfortunate marks created during his time in the war.
Across a strong jawline is a beard of green hair leading up to a full head of medium-long green locks. His beard is not overly thick, merely taking up a small portion of his face and leaving the remainder. It clings to his jawline and chin without creeping further across his face. His chin-length locks are wavy, giving them a soft, albeit, tamable sense of curliness. He keeps his softened locks, leaving them a favoured feature. High cheekbones maintained the well-desired shape of Adonai’s face. From his face stems a sharp nose, about a medium length, leaving it not overly prominent. On his face are a pair of gorgeous green eyes shining from his face. With a slight emeraldy shimmer in the light, creating a unique beauty about his face. Most unique of his facial features are the softly pointed ears, slightly longer than a human’s and coming from his mother’s side of the family.
There is a variety to Adonai’s clothing that is quite noticeable by most individuals. During home hours and time with his family, Adonai is known for wearing simplistic, casual clothing. Solid-coloured shirts with perhaps a bit of formality with a pair of black dress pants or alternatively jeans. Shorts and a simple t-shirt are especially prominent when Adonai is tending to the garden with his children. During work hours, Adonai maintains an air of professionalism that he wishes his clothing to ooze. When heading to work, he wears semi-formal clothing consisting of black dress pants and a white dress shirt. He prefers long-sleeved shirts to avoid people catching a glance at his old battlescars, however, will submit should the weather be warm enough.
As a merman, Adonai has the capability to spawn a long fish-like tail. His legs disappear should he enter the water and are replaced with some magnificent emerald scales. They shimmer in the light and furthermore, his tail makes him a fast swimmer. The only time his tail will not spawn under water exposure is if he uses a charm to cease the automatic magic.
Water Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to manipulate water, allowing the user to freeze and heat water to their purposes. As a child, Adonai’s father strictly taught him the most offensive of his abilities. He was drilled and whipped into shape to use his water manipulation to the fullest potential. He is capable of freezing over water to create shields or bringing it to a scalding point to play the offensive. As a skillful water manipulator, he can make darts of ice or water. Speed is required for effectiveness, Adonai swiping in speedy movements to cut through. At times, he will push people back with water to gain distance. Due to his capabilities, he can suck the water out of plants and mud. He can accomplish something similar with clothes and hair, regularly using it to dry off quicker. The primary weakness to Adonai’s manipulation is changing water to steam. He is unable to control steam, therefore, once it enters that state he can no longer control. Furthermore, it takes Adonai longer to suck water from other things and multiply it than it does to use an available source. Similarly, making his own water, while faster, eats more energy than using something as a source.
Enhanced Swim Speed -- Intermediate The ability to swim faster than the average person, reaching intense speeds when in the water. There were few times fights met the water, therefore, Adonai uses his enhanced swim speed for more leisure and enjoyment rather than anything else. Speeding through the deep, feeling the cold water rushing past his skin. It is an experience Adonai has always enjoyed on a hot summer day. In order to perform this ability, Adonai must have his tail shifted, meaning he is unable to use it when wearing his charm.
Hymns -- Advanced The ability to use songs to have varying effects on a person consisting of; healing, protecting, strengthening or using a siren’s melody. During his TRS service, Adonai learned this ability as he began exhibiting more disdain to the thought of constant war. He wanted to start placing his effort into constructive things, such as learning methods of healing and protection. While he never shifted into a support role, he nonetheless trained himself in 3 out of the 4 hymns. Firstly, Adonai has become an avid healing, reaching the maximum of capable of healing 5 people with the powers of his song without slipping into unconsciousness, but feeling drowsy. Going beyond this comes at a detriment to Adonai, his body taking the toll for any follies in exceeding what is best called a “safety limit”. Anything beyond 5 causes Adonai to pass out immediately after the song as rest is required before further can be accomplished and face consequences such as complete exhaustion. This can leave him exhausted for days. In order to exceed 5, Adonai must sing the song again, otherwise he cannot heal additional people.
Protection, one of the few hymns learned as a means for combat during his War of Traitors years. Shielding oneself and allies were crucial during those trying times, hence, Adonai was trained. As a result, Adonai’s voice is powerful, his protection hymn lasting for long periods of time. However, the pale, blue, translucent shield can shatter before the song concludes. Should Adonai cease his singing, the shield immediately disappears. Furthermore, enemies are capable of shattering it should they drill away at it long enough. The smaller the shield the more durable, the larger the less durable. The third hymn in Adonai’s arsenal is a simple strengthening hymn which allows him to give people more energy or a subtle boost in physical strength. It is nothing to supernatural or enhanced degrees, but it frequently assists in keeping a fighter strong for a fight. This being said, this acute boost only works for the duration of the song, therefore, if Adonai is cut off, it will cease. Lastly, the siren song is the unused hymn which Adonai prefers to not use. As a result, he has limited ability in it and avoids using it.
Naturals: Enhanced Beauty, Temperature Resilience, Underwater Breathing, Aquatic Zoopathy
backstory
Trigger Warning: Violence, death, war, gore
All you have known is war... Five years of peace before the darkness crept in, haunting over the shoulders of your family... Your family was blatant Heaven and Akari supporters because of your father’s species... From the beginning, you were born to serve beneath her divinity, your adopted god, the one you were expected to be devoted to and ruler of the people you were expected to defend once you were of age.
Born a mere few years prior to the War of Traitors with an indestructible destiny laid before him in glittered bones, Adonai’s expectations were harsh. As a toddler during the cultivation of the war, his stern father weighed plenty onto Adonai alongside his twin sister, Felicity. Their father never viewed them as children. Every memory Adonai holds of the ancient man consisting of his serious face accompanied by his strict opinions. He remembered how at a meagre age 5, his father shoved a wooden sword into his delicate hands and demanded the skills of a fully-trained warrior years his senior. Not a hint of mercy in his eyes, merely the brutal might of a wooden sword befalling his delicate knuckles. A web of scars left across the child’s hands as he was forced into something that left his cheeks reddened and soaked. Never was he taught to feel, taught to be something other than a soldier in Akari’s army and it weighed. It was similar with his twin, and eventually, more children joined them.
Pain coated his life, coloured his world and left him a creation his father carefully crafted. He pondered if his father ever wished for children opposed to someone to fight his battles. Never had freedoms been given, merely taken by his callous disregards to their happiness. When the couple began siring more children, Adonai believed their intentions had become clear. Each was an inevitable contribution to Heaven’s army; another statistics. Perhaps if he held his voice, he would have spoken against it. Alas, Adonai was another puppet, strung by his father, scarred by the man who swore to love him as a son. He was stripped of basic thoughts like freedom and left to prepare in joining his father in the War of Traitors. It was a nasty expectation without an ounce for forethought or care to the people they would create. All that mattered was serving Akari and pleasing his father.
Through the birth of several children, Adonai was there, assisting with the raising of his younger siblings. A child robbed of his childhood from the strictness brought down by a father whose eyes were coloured with grandeur of war. Serving Akari, gaining her honours and becoming a infamous military family amidst her glorious Heaven. Those were the thoughts infiltrating his head when the twin of a wooden sword met his child’s hand, when he shouted at them to improve, shoved aside their ambitions and paved over their goals with his. The lessons got harder as Adonai grew, and the amount of siblings grew. Contributions to the army, those were the things they were. Not children to dote on and care about, rather, their father’s future weapons carved from a time of dismay. The transformation of one of the eldest children proved effective as Adonai became a person unlike his current.
The young man hid away his emotions, locked them in a bottle, threw them in the ocean and refused to allow them to surface. Coldness claimed his bones as emotions were forbidden in his mental landscape. A soldier of excellence, expecting to become among the greats drowned in medals of honour. Not the broken manifested from his father’s cruel expectation. Not far beneath the waves of inner turmoil and inability to open his emotions to anybody... Emotions were a weakness, father taught him that. Everything about his mind needed to be sharper than a sword to survive the brutal world of the War of Traitors. Father insisted that... and despite it all, Adonai felt there was something wrong. Alas, he dare not raise a voice to his father, he was the authority of the Blane house. Thus, he instead fixed his attention on staying in his father’s good graces while protecting his younger siblings.
Around the age of 18, Adonai officially entered the War of Traitors under the expectations of his father. Trained to become a soldier and nothing more, Adonai was a frightful force on the battlefield. A young man capable of downing his target and killing them without an ounce of hesitation. Kill or be killed. It stuck to the walls of his mind, written in his enemy’s blood. It dotted his hand, covered his body and he never blinked an eye. All the turmoils from a life where his parents exhibited little concern and plenty of pressure took its toll on the young man. Every action he accomplished, brandishing his sword, listening to his higher ups and obeying the wishes of his father. As their ages arrived, his siblings were expected to join in the War of Traitors as to their father’s wishes. Mother quietly agreed, always being a blind supporter of the man she loved most.
Through the war, Adonai moved as a frightful unit of terror. People opposed him, he cut them down where they stood. A swing to leave a gash across their chest. A hard blow to the head. An occasional injury from an enemy too close. Through his years, Adonai’s life was painted with the red liquid of life. It coated the Earthen grounds, stuck to his clothes and haunted his nose with the scents of war and death. Eventually, the young merman became numb to everything around him, to the possibility of death. The war took its toll and murdered the youth of Adonai Blane, killed the emotions and made him the cold man who took to the battlefield without a worry inside his mind. He was a soldier... It was everything he was built to become from the moment he could hold that wooden sword. Connections beyond his family were impossible for the man set upon a path of war, although, he confirmed some of his family was spared of lonesomeness.
The fourth eldest in their family, Emilia, was one of the siblings Adonai managed to remain close with. Somebody managed to win her sister’s heart, and initially, Adonai provided what happiness he could manage for his younger sister. Although, as time drifted on, concerning developments were created in the relationship between Emilia and her lover. It reached a boiling point and for his sister’s safety, Adonai intervened. As a sworn protector for his siblings, Adonai accomplished what was needed to resolve the problem and once he was disposed of, watched more closely over his sister. For despite the distractions of the war around them, Adonai’s fixations remained on protecting his siblings. As one of the eldest, he considered it among his duties as a brother.
Through the war, Adonai gained his scars. Cursed weapons making his enhanced beauty unable to cause their fading. The pale reminders of his wartime and his father’s decisions. The people he killed, the individuals who wounded him and the pains that coloured his life in a dark, crimson shade. As the War of Traitors reached volatile points, Enki and Thanatos came together to seal the gates to his father’s disdain. He wanted the war to continue! He desired Akari’s victory over Volos, however, both gods were locked away to their realms. Meanwhile, Adonai discovered a soft sense of relief in the war’s conclusion. His siblings were safe from the treacheries of a dangerous life, however, Adonai was not spared. Twisted by the mechanisms of war, he proceeded down his path, believing himself only valued as a fighter.
As centuries turned and kingdoms fell, Adonai Blane fell further into the coldness manifested from war and its devastations. He walked upon a war torn path, unaware of how far he fell between the cracks of humanity. Emotions were bottled over and over, the ocean his mind no longer filled with water, but rather, only bottles. As December in 1454 arrived and Zeredah raised issues with her terrors and shortly afterwards, the Assembly of Phantoms. Upon the rise of the Terror Response Syndicate, Adonai joined. The war torn path he walked guided him with a thick leash, even as he fell out of contact with his parents. It guided him far and it kept him going as he worked as a hunter. With the sands of time, Adonai gained rank amidst the TRS, becoming an elite early into his career before being promoted to sergeant and later lieutenant. Alas, somewhere down the path, the memories of destruction and death lacing his mind became unappealing.
He never realized the sorrows around him that arrived with every kill. The gurgling sounds of dying people, the blood red that coated his hands and the injuries he received. Through his years, his scars grew and he gained the marks of war. The days began ticking, Adonai wanting an out. While his family knew of his success, Adonai discovered he no longer desired the honours and infamy. He believed war to be a glorified thing where people advertised notions of becoming a hero... but Adonai knew the reality after centuries of serving. There were no winners, just two groups fighting for what they believed their just cause was. Fighting for their word and rule to become validated in the history books... and he no longer wanted part in it. After some time, he resigned as a lieutenant in 1985, taking a new job and moved to Lorsette, Newfoundland in hopes of discovering peace away from war.
He joined as a Hallow Order informant and found a job he enjoyed enough. Little had Adonai been aware, the Hallow Order became more valuable than he could imagine. He would never forget the first time he saw him. Those beautiful red locks and those brilliant blue eyes peering from an attractive face. When he first flirted with him, Adonai remembered giving him a serious response, telling him it was inappropriate for work... yet... he found himself enjoying it. He gathered the bounty hunter’s needed information and bundled it together. Listening to the request of his flirting, he slipped in his contact information. He was curious, something pulling him towards the redheaded beauty and that man’s name was Nitzan Dragović. Thus, the courtship began naturally with mutual curiosity and attraction towards one another.
Their romance came naturally, their hearts beating together as one. A single date turned to another, being followed by more as they became boyfriends through Nitzan’s asking. With the title arrived a closeness and affection Adonai never felt prior to his relationship. He appreciated the benevolence and patience exhibited by the man he became enamoured with. A serious relationship came of their dating, Adonai eventually informing his siblings about Nitzan. As the months drifted by, Adonai found himself softening, finally releasing the anguish created by the war. The ocean of bottles... they got opened one by one, his colours being shown as months being turned to years. The turmoil was released and every second he found himself smiling more, becoming affectionate and creating those stable relationships. As somebody harshly torn from war, Nitzan became the person who finally helped the damaged man mend. They spent plenty of time dating in bliss and later moved in with one another.
Over time, Adonai’s feelings for Nitzan grew in power. They consumed him as thoughts of their future danced through his mind. The notion of placing a ring upon his finger... the thought of exchanging vows... Nervousness consumed him over the concept, yet, Adonai fought through those emotions. He knew what he wanted for his future, and it involved forging a path alongside the love of his life, Nitzan. Thus, Adonai worked hard on creating a marvellous evening for them to enjoy before finally bending to a knee and asking Nitzan to marry him. The nervousness consumed him, his heart beating faster as he prayed to receive his hand in marriage. Then when a yes left Nitzan’s lips, Adonai’s heart fluttered and they officially became engaged. He informed his siblings and later on, the pair got married.
Freshly into marriage, Adonai discovered happiness and through the years of dating Nitzan, finally felt distanced from the turmoils caused by over-exposure to war. Although, with their union eventually came a new question Adonai knew he wished to ask his beloved. Unlike him, Nitzan came from a smaller family, thus, asking for them to have children together was nerve-inducing. He remembered how he stumbled over his words the first time he asked and the elation that arrived after Nitzan agreed. Together, they started their family, enlisting surrogates to have their children while they cultivated family traditions. With each new addition, Adonai carefully assured to distance himself from his mother and father; it started when he joined the TRS, however, increased the moment he met his oni lover. His father’s disdain towards hell species along with his ignorant preferences made him meeting Nitzan an unpleasant thought from the start.
Through the troubles, they found prosperity, Adonai and Nitzan working hard to assure their 8 children held the proper family values. They adored their kids and life felt like paradise after creating their family. It was everything Adonai dreamed, a darling husband and 8 precious children for them to raise. There were always difficulties every once in a while, however, Adonai found himself happy. Yet, the history of his service he kept a secret with it only being occasionally stumbled upon. His involvement in the War of Traitors, his work as a soldier and finally his TRS service as a lieutenant alongside his many honours were swept under the rug. The last thing he wished was to glamorize the thing that stole his humanity and bottled his emotions... That made him cold and phlegmatic... He would never wish that upon his children, rather giving them the choice. However, he firmly kept them away from AP and TRS involvement until they were 18, should they choose such a path. He wanted them to understand the dangers, see the darkness in being a fighter rather than stare upon those glittered bones and sparking blood like he once did.
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- Likes: Kids, earl grey tea, reading, peaceful music, caramel sweets, swimming, gardening, family activities, beaches, snuggling, date night, alone time with his husband, learning, quiet time, water, summer, winter - Dislikes: Heaven, Akari, war, his father, being sick/injured, carelessness, excessive mess, laziness, AP, blood, ignorance, cinnamon hearts, black licorice, incense candles, heavily scented perfumes/colognes, romance novels, abusive people - Fears: His family getting hurt, becoming the man he was, failure, the War of Traitors returning, the gates reopening, abusive relationships - He has 8 children that were planned with his husband, Nitzan. Four are biologically related with his husband and the other four biologically related to himself. - He constantly worries about his siblings and children getting involved in abusive relationships after Emilia fell victim to it. Thus, he quietly watches over them, still granting their freedom, but carefully observing their significant other. - His disdain for Heaven spawns from his father’s strict religious expectations and general treatment of him. This gives him a tendency to be wary of Heaven species because of the pent-up resentment towards his father’s treatment of him. He believes both sides have a wrong and a right hidden inside their cause and purpose. - After years soaked in the blood of countless wars, Adonai fixates one giving himself a small slice of tranquility. He avoids the TRS and AP where possible to focus on his children and family. - He kept his old TRS Lieutenant’s uniform alongside the honours he received during his dutiful service. The uniform is folded into a container and stored beneath the bed. During his TRS service, his alias was Tidal Wave. - He is hesitant to speak on his time in the war when around strangers or his children. The last thing Adonai wishes to do is glorify those blood soaked days. - He believes war is over-glorified by some survivors of it and nobody speaks about the struggles and constant state of concern over one’s life. He struggles to sympathize with those who fight to receive the hero moniker. - He has a firm belief children should not join the TRS until they are 18 or even begin practicing until then because of the ramifications he received from his father’s strict expectations. - If asked about the best moments of his life, Adonai will always smile and mention meeting Nitzan, marrying him and having their 8 children. - Nowadays, his world revolves around his family. They are important to him and brought him happiness after the dark days of his past. - He is extremely sympathetic to the battle-weary. Frequently, Adonai can speak volumes about these matters without hesitation and usually provides comforting words and support. - Occasionally, Adonai will receive nightmares from his war times. However, when he wakes he rarely shows signs of fright. Rather, he stares at the ceiling with churning thoughts. - The relationship between Adonai and his parents is best described as strained. He prefers avoiding them and not associating with them. Especially now that he has married and had children. He struggles to forgive his father and even decided to not involve him in his life. - Before he had children, he used to enjoy the occasional drinking, however, he avoids it after having his kids. He may indulge a little during a celebration or New Years, but never enough to impair him. - Well he does not enjoy war, he prefers TRS over AP - When sick or injured, he adores snuggling his wonderful husband. - He struggles to resist sweets with caramel. He loves caramel a lot.
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