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!
Slumped down into the chair, Kodiak bore an angered expression. It was evident by his narrowed eyes as he awaited the arrival of the belittling "emotions expert". Already, thoughts of the common-placed phrases used by therapists entered the orca familiar's head the longer he waited. Moments earlier, the volatile young man had received his reprimanding for fighting with Laz. They informed him he would have detention and his rights during the lunch period threatened. Another offense, and young Kodiak McNeil would be eating his lunch in the detention room for the remainder of the year.
An annoyed grunt of an exhale escaped Kodiak's nose as his kicked back and forth. He wanted out. If the option would not land him in further trouble, Kodiak would happily grab the trashcan, throw it through the window and leave. His steps would be hurried and not a thought taken to breaking the window of the glorified prison. Unfortunately, those actions would only assure obnoxious juvenile detention time... The last thing Kodiak desired was spending his days in a restrictive facility listening people preach with moral superiority how they would assist with their problems.
The jiggling of the doorknob caught the familiar's attention. Immediately, his eyes glanced over shoulder, watching the distinct face of the school guidance counsellor cross the threshold. Failure to notice the demon would be difficult given the horns stretching up from his head and the scaling on his cheek. The man was unique compared to others belonging to his species, making him someone easily found amidst a sea of faces. After the man, who Kodiak knew as Mr. Lohrenz, entered the room, his eyes returned forward.
The man's words differed from the previous, which frequently possessed tones of support stating 'you could do better' or 'what may have caused you to lash out this time'. An option was presented by the guidance counsellor alongside the opportunity to calm down. Shortly, his arms crossed, tightening around him to create closed-off body language as he shifted lower into the seat.
"... I fucking hate it here," he mumbled out.
Statements in regards to his hatred of school commonly escaped Kodiak's lips whenever the opportunity arise. A child tortured by his personal traumas, the familiar wanted to leave and curl up somewhere. No matter how many times he lashed out, swore and struggled against people, they always expected him to come back. Even when he ditched class to escape the stress of everything happening, the people operating the orphanage would quickly find out. At every corner, it appeared something would be required of Kodiak that he wished to not deliver.
He craved escapism, alas, at every corner the walls appeared to be closing in. There were no doors, nor windows, rather, there was the constant loop of memories and obnoxious interference that prompted his angrier side.
Anger coursed through Kodiak's veins after everything that happened. The number of things hefted atop the orca familiar's shoulders prompted for these instances where the young man would lash out. Everything around him mocked him, pushing him to the volatile edge hidden beneath a layer of a toughened exterior. Nobody would be allowed to treat him horribly or act as though they knew the darkness muddling his head. Inside his mind, the world was a shadowed realm since the lights in his life dissipated, entirely consisting of his family.
The dark-haired familiar's eyes were narrowed, their silvery hues echoing the rage within. His lowered brows increased the scowl on his countenance the longer he gazed at Laz. The onlookers were nothing, but white noise inside Kodiak's ears, every muttered word and upcoming steps being ignored. Inside the fraught child's mind, everything that mattered was the child attempting to assist him. He thought he could comprehend the turmoil of his turbulent emotions. The floor beneath Kodiak had shattered and launched him into unfamiliar waters.
Listening to the ridiculous desires of the hopeful young man annoyed Kodiak. A growl escaped the child's lips as he rolled his eyes. There was no sensibility to Laz's words in Kodiak's opinion! He craved friendship despite the number of nasty words spilling from his lips.
"YOU'RE SO FUCKING WEIRD!" Kodiak snapped at the other male. "You're a dumbass! Are you fucking deaf or something?! I WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE! AND I WON'T CALM THE FUCK DOWN YOU FUCKING ASSHAT! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU CAN JUST WALK UP AND AUTOMATICALLY BE MY FRIEND!"
The dark-haired young man's fingernails bore into the palms of his hands once more. The child's emotional disposition was only worsening with the heightening of those mental ramifications. The whines and sniffles from the other child accomplished little to sway Kodiak's mercy. As the brunette toppled to the ground, the familiar possessed no qualms over his actions. The height of the dark-haired child's emotions made him blinded to the pain he caused others with his actions. He failed to realize the concerns Laz held towards him.
The fellow students' wishes to assist him fell upon deafened ears. The volatile child refused to listen to the helpfulness of others. Shouts from the other child prompted an eye roll from Kodiak as he scowled at Laz. The whimpering words leaking out of the guinea pig shifter's mouth only maintained the glare on the dark-haired man's expression.
"NOTHING! I DON'T WANT ANYBODY NEAR ME, SO FUCK OFF!" The child shouted at him. "AND SO WHAT! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF I NEED TO SPEAK TO THAT FUCKFACED PRINCIPAL AGAIN! THE SOONER I GET KICKED OUT THE BETTER!"
Escape from the cruel school scene was everything Kodiak desired. The suffocating reality of high school's socially malicious jungle and the anxiety he faced alongside it left the familiar infuriated. The notion of being expelled brought the young man a semblance of hope. He wanted to escape and never have anybody bother him again after the tragedy. The teachers arrived, a hand wrapping around Kodiak's upper arm. The dark-haired boy was quick to attempt to yank his arm away.
"LET ME GO! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE ALREADY!" The student snapped.
The stern words of the teacher reached Kodiak's ears, the young man growling as he begrudgingly followed the male teacher. Throughout the escorting to inside of the school, the familiar's eyes remained narrow, the echoes of Laz's words narrowly reaching his years. Alas, at this point, Kodiak hardly cared about the circumstance as his anger boiled inside of him.
School was considered a cruel social experiment designed to manifest discomforts and assure the suffering of those who entered the large building. After a nasty scolding by the Lorsette High School staff, Kodiak McNeil was escorted to the waiting room of the school's guidance counsellors. The irritated orca familiar's brows were furrowed down into a glare as his mouth pressed down into an angered frown. He DESPISED the idiocy that was public schooling. The suffocating waves of people pushing through hallways, the obnoxious back talking of gossipy young girls and heavy-handed expectations shoveled upon his shoulders was overwhelming.
He never wanted to be forced into attending the school. He wanted his family, their hugs, the pleasant whale-like squeaks and chirps alongside the old traditions that manifested joy. There, he discovered comfort rather than the suffocating reality of the high school jungle, alas, they carelessly shoved him in and expected him to "play nice". His arms were crossed, hands latched upon his upper arms as the annoyed teacher walked alongside him. The orca familiar was brought inside after lashing out at one of the boys, an overly friendly named Laz.
Ever since his arrival to Lorsette High School, the bright-eyed boy attempted to befriend him and assume ist with the endless stream of issues filtering through his head. Alas, Kodiak desired nothing to fraternize with none, rather than any. As the waiting room for the guidance counsellor opened, Kodiak stomped through the threshold with a strong pout upon his face. Behind him, the door quietly clicked shut as the dark-haired teen moved to flop into the soft cushions of the couch. The piece of furniture engulfed the infuriated teenager as he leaned back fully.
The child’s piercing silver eyes scanned over the walls, landing on the cheesy posters advertising their overly-positive slogans. Endless mantras in regards to worrying over futures or stopping bullying in its tracks appeared repetitive jabber. Future was happiness void after the abrupt and unfortunate death of his entire family. Where were the anti-bullying and anti-crime preachers when miscreants marched up and painted their gathering hall in blood? Not close enough…
A dissatisfied squeak narrowly breached Kodiak’s throat as he settled further into the couch. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, the young man-hating his circumstance. He craved to slip away, disappearing into the school hallways and perhaps out the doors. If anything, he wanted to listen to whatever bullshit the counsellor would swing and immediately leave without a second thought. Words changed nothing! The world never changed off words alone. They were pointless!
The familiar leaned further into the depths of his couch as his brows furrowed down and his body exhibited closed off body language. He wished for no intervention, rather, he wished to stew in the vile blend of volatile emotions.
Anger and sorrow mixed into a devastating stew inside the young orca shifted. Reminders of distant, tragic memories fratenized with the damaged emotions swirling inside of him. He wanted freedom from the ridiculous suffocation of public school! The longer he remained in the cruel cycle of classes, the lesser his emotional stability became. He wished to return to the coasts of his youths, to have his family back and to wake up from the nightmarish set of circumstances the world mercilessly served him with.
Defensively, Kodi's shoulders raised as his head lower and his nails bore into his arms. Everything about his present situation was the cruellest joke he ever laid witness to. Orphaned and surrounded by people bearing meaningless condolences while branding the idea of understanding something they never experienced. The fragile details of his life spouted on newspapers and news channels as his eyes soaked in tears and flesh puffy from his rubbing hands. His emotions never seemed to matter to a sole, yet, each proclaimed twisted dishonesty in his eyes.
The entirety of Kodiak's body felt tense from the comments, as though he was on guard. Hitting his fellow student accomplished little to improve his emotional state, however, it allowed for a moment of revenge. Those insensitive, cruel words of insistent understanding existing when not a word was spoken about it... It was pathetic. Despite his lash out towards the brown-haired student, the young man appeared to bounce back without hesitation, spouting a shaky apology. A growl rumbled in Kodiak's throat as he craned his head lower.
The vice grips on his arms echoed with the echoed pain as threats of bruise creation became a reality. The tightness of his grasps would undoubtedly cause damages, even if Kodiak was spared from his nails. He thought the friendly student would finally retreat with his recent outlast, perhaps realize how everything he did was futile. However, moments later the child would return to his feet, hands enclosing around his arms while asking him to stop.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" The familiar shouted.
Moments later, he attempted to yank his arm from Laz's grip. He inched away, looking away from the other student. He cared naught for the damage. It never equated to the emotional war zone occurring inside his mind after all the atrocities haunting his life. An annoyed growl echoed from Kodiak's throat as he listened to the brunette's pestering insistence! HE WAS SICK OF IT! WHY SHOULD IT MATTER HOW HE FEELS?!
"WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE?! JUST GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" The orca snapped back as Laz confessed his wishes to understand.
The lingering hands on his arm only resulted in him shooting the brunette a nasty glare at his absurd idea. Friendship with somebody who would hit him all day... In Kodiak's mind, Laz was absolutely insane for his asinine idea.
"JUST FUCK OFF! WHY DO YOU EVEN WANT TO BE MY FRIEND?! ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?! JUST GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" The orca shouted.
Only moments later would the grips on his arm adjust. Abruptly, he pulled his arm close to off balance the holder before attempting to thrust his elbow into the overly friendly student. The dark-haired outcast was angry and anybody could view it from miles away. There were gasps at his words as some of the talented tattletales had likely already scurried off to inform a teacher that he was 'doing it again'.
Comprehending the actions of Laz was impossible for young Kodiak McNeil. Everything was handled with a type of cheerful capability which threw the familiar into endless bewilderment. Everybody else would have retreated, escaped the range of his violent outbursts. The orca familiar manifested an image brimming with fear. He was shoved in a tank of unfamiliar faces with expectations of thriving. The people who understood them disappearing in the bloodshed and screams. It stunted him, leaving anger in its place.
A low growl rumbled from the depths of Kodiak's throat as he hunched over the picnic table. The inquiry suggested the guinea pig's hopes were rising, however, the orca student felt they never diminished. Shouted swears, swung punches, lashing kicks and cruel words never dampened Laz's intense optimism. Rather, he powered through as though nothing critically horrible or volatile ever occurred. It stunned the orca familiar but failed to cease the tirade of anger and lashing out he accomplished on the daily.
The silvery eyes of the volatile student rolled at Laz's proclamation and awkward dancing around a common-use swear. Obscenities hardly bothered Kodiak's lips anymore, rather, they integrated into his dialogue naturally. Those profanities, a method of release for the boiling anger, but never a healthy one. Accompanied by his infamous lash outs, the coping mechanism manifested by Kodiak kept people away... alongside help. The following question brought Kodiak's eyes snapping onto the shifter, narrowed in anger.
"Who the fuck asks to be hit? That makes you a fucking dumbass, idiot! Most people would bitch about the idea," he snapped at guinea pig shifter. "Do you like pain or some shit?! Cause that's pretty fucking weird."
The offer from Laz was beyond irrational. Downright nonsensical, however, it managed to keep Kodiak from lashing out. Those confused emotions consumed him, keeping his fists bated. His eyes strayed from Laz, his annoyance bubbling as the guinea pig began making points. The young student mentioned stress, stating hitting as the obvious solution. A grumble escaped his throat as his elbows propped on the table. His chin balanced atop his hands as he listened to the brunette's absurd claims, though a single sentence rang inside his mind.
His eyes widened for a moment as confusion flowed over his countenance. Shortly, his eyes returned to Laz, their narrowing returning quickly.
"You have no fucking clue how I feel! DON'T YOU PRETEND YOU DO FUCKFACE!" The orca familiar snapped at him.
Nobody understood his turmoils, the emotions of losing everything. His family was murdered, every member, and was forced to listen to their pleads for help, their squeals of pain and their screams. The thought made his heart trembled inside his chest at the thought. His body moved like water, fingers curled into a fist as he reached to punch his fellow student's torso.
"FUCK OFF! YOU DON'T KNOW ME!" He snapped again.
The angered orca familiar drew his gaze elsewhere, arms wrapping around himself. His nails dug into his arms, skin only protected by thin sweater. A few of the students around them glanced over, the shouts attracting their attention. Perhaps someone would leave to fetch a teacher, but Kodi's care was thrown out the window. He was frustrated and angry, determined to merely sulk and stew in emotions.
Figuratively slipping through the cracks of society, Kodiak McNeil's mental state proved a system failure. Assistance was hardly provided, the circumstances of the familiar's orphaning prompting unattended issues. Through it all, loneliness swallowed the orca shifting boy entirely. Fast-paced changes haunted him, pushing his mental state to the negative brink. He felt dumped into a fish tank of strangers, unable to escape and forced to attempt socialization. Compared to the living environment of his home life, these circumstances were a far cry from the homeschool, killer whale fixated society he grown up in.
Inside the orphanage, there were plenty of children in similar situations to him. A large group of which left Kodiak feeling lost in the flood of unfamiliar faces. The school was never considered anything better... There was a harsh contrast between the world of private education and the public school systems. People were everywhere, chatting and conversing, some friendlier and others harsh. The laid-back atmosphere of being homeschool was thrown out the window the moment he was registered and placed in the hellhole the system picked for him.
The orca familiar was overwhelmed by everything happening around him. The fast movements of decisions he was unable to control left Kodiak anti-social and toiling in endless emotions of upset. The consequences of that evening suffocated the young boy, baring down on his shoulders, the malicious weight of those final memories. His mother hiding him, the sounds of screams, the death of many... carrying the heft of those emotional thoughts was impossible. He wanted a moment to breathe... a chance to come up for air and get help, but it never came.
Thus, as the mercy of lunch arrived, Kodiak was hasty to strike off on his own. For a moment, other students glanced over at the renowned "bully". Consumed with anger, the familiar harmed many in his emotional lash outs. Therefore, his peers avoided him, avoiding him where possible and refusing to associate with him where possible. The orca familiar was a fright to many, a student known for hitting, shoving and swearing at his peers. He growled, snapped and displayed his anger at everyone who attempted to speak with him.
Nobody understood his situation, nobody understood what the emotions twisting inside him. Quickly, Kodiak fetched his meagre lunch and tromped down the hallway, heading to the nearest outside door. The early October air embraced the young orca as he entered the front lawn of the school. In silence, he trudged towards a vacant picnic table, paper bag clenched in his fingers as he moved. Anybody passing by avoided Kodiak, skirting away to avoid becoming a victim to the student's anger-induced outbursts. Other students failed to comprehend his reasons and were beyond frightened to even attempt.
Grumpily, Kodiak slid into the bench, propping an elbow onto the table and leaning his cheek against it. The familiar's legs swayed forward and backwards, slow as he stewed over memories. Though, a limited few minutes of pondering existed before an over-enthusiastic voice echoed from nearby. Immediately, Kodiak glanced over, discovering the familiar face of the infamous Laz Haines. Compared to the other students, Laz was an oddball who, no matter how many times he shoved, punched or lashed out at, would come back.
There was a determination in the brown-haired shifter, although, his motivations remained unknown. Confusion flickered in Kodiak's eyes at the amber-eyed guinea pig shifter's question.
"Are you fucking nuts dumbass?!" He snapped at him.
An annoyed growl rumbled out of Kodiak's throat as his stone-coloured eyes narrowing at the peculiar boy. While there were plenty of instances where the orca smacked Laz around, he never expected the shifter to openly inquire if he wanted to. It was nonsensical! Did this foolish student wanted him to punch, kick and shove him to the ground?! The thought was crazy, however, Kodiak kept himself to swearing for the time being.
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