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The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

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OK, it's all you, @Eviledd1984!!!

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The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

@Azure Bubbles he can always come hang at the lagoon, or go shopping like Adaline suggested, or whatever you want really.

Persona: Black Crown

Hell yeah, I'm stoked.

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

You're too rigid for a water fairy.

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

I need more @Tally Dor and @Azure Bubbles!

Persona: Black Crown

How is this?

Toma “Daimon” Ishikawa

________________________________________ Name: Toma Ishikawa Age: 21 Gender: Male Nationality: Japanese Major: Philosophy Minor: Classics Personality: Quiet, deliberate, and emotionally precise. Toma speaks rarely, but when he does, his words dismantle illusion. He operates like a philosophical anchor—never flashy, always formidable. His cadence is slow-burning, his presence mythic. He listens like a confessor and questions like a blade. History A senior at Kengen University, majoring in Philosophy with a minor in Classics. Known for dismantling professors in debate—not out of arrogance, but reverence for truth. Raised in a household that prized silence over sincerity, he found refuge in Socratic inquiry. His awakening came not from rage, but from refusal: he would not lie to protect a corrupt mentor, and the truth he spoke shattered the world around him. What Is Your Desire? “To speak truth that cannot be silenced.” Combat Information Codename: DAIMON Black Regalia: Outfit: A layered black ensemble with crimson lining—part scholar’s robe, part ritual cloak. Embroidered with ancient Greek characters and geometric motifs inspired by classical pottery. — Δαίμων (*DYE-moan*) — stitched across the inner lining — Αλήθεια (*Ah-LAY-thay-ah*, “Truth”) — near the heart — Λόγος (*LOH-gohs*, “Reason”) — flowing down the sleeves — Ελευθερία (*El-eh-oo-ther-EE-ah*, “Freedom”) — along the hem — Σοφία (*So-FEE-ah*, “Wisdom”) — in gold thread at the collar — Meander (Greek key) borders the cloak (like the geometric patterns on pottery) — Spirals stitched into the mask — Olive branches woven into the cuffs Mask: A blindfold stitched with a spiral—symbolizing descent into truth and refusal to see illusion. The inner band bears Δαίμων, visible only when removed. Authority: Dialectic Compulsion When Daimon speaks, illusion falters. His voice compels truth—not through complexity, but through presence. Those addressed find themselves unable to lie or evade; the pressure to speak honestly is overwhelming. Contradictions rupture their defenses, leaving them stunned by the clarity they’re forced to confront. Main Weapon: Xiphos Dagger Secondary Weapon: Break-Action Hand Cannon

________________________________________ THE HIEROPHANT Name: Socrates Historical Information: Socrates (Soh-KRAH-tays) (470–399 BCE, Greece) was a philosopher condemned for corrupting youth and defying the state. He claimed to be guided by a daimonion—a divine voice that warned him against injustice. His legacy is one of inquiry, refusal, and truth spoken at great cost. Arcana: Hierophant Affinities: Light, Psy Charges: 2 Skills: Makouha — Light damage that pierces illusion (single target) Psycho Blast — Medium Psy damage + Focus Break (small AoE) Special Skills: Maieutic Pulse — Reveals hidden truths; lowers defenses or exposes status Elenchus Bind — Traps foes in logic loop; contradiction causes Stun (1 post) — Bonus: Extended duration if used after Dialectic Compulsion — Cooldown: 3 turns

Persona: Black Crown

@Sho Minazuki

Sick. Polished it up for you. I will go put him in the character thread.

Persona: Black Crown

How is this?

Toma “Daimon” Ishikawa

________________________________________ Name: Toma Ishikawa Age: 21 Gender: Male Nationality: Japanese Major: Philosophy Minor: Classics Personality: Quiet, deliberate, and emotionally precise. Toma speaks rarely, but when he does, his words dismantle illusion. He operates like a philosophical anchor—never flashy, always formidable. His cadence is slow-burning, his presence mythic. He listens like a confessor and questions like a blade. History A senior at Kengen University, majoring in Philosophy with a minor in Classics. Known for dismantling professors in debate—not out of arrogance, but reverence for truth. Raised in a household that prized silence over sincerity, he found refuge in Socratic inquiry. His awakening came not from rage, but from refusal: he would not lie to protect a corrupt mentor, and the truth he spoke shattered the world around him. What Is Your Desire? “To speak truth that cannot be silenced.” Combat Information Codename: DAIMON Black Regalia: Outfit: A layered black ensemble with crimson lining—part scholar’s robe, part ritual cloak. Embroidered with ancient Greek characters and geometric motifs inspired by classical pottery. — Δαίμων (*DYE-moan*) — stitched across the inner lining — Αλήθεια (*Ah-LAY-thay-ah*, “Truth”) — near the heart — Λόγος (*LOH-gohs*, “Reason”) — flowing down the sleeves — Ελευθερία (*El-eh-oo-ther-EE-ah*, “Freedom”) — along the hem — Σοφία (*So-FEE-ah*, “Wisdom”) — in gold thread at the collar — Meander (Greek key) borders the cloak (like the geometric patterns on pottery) — Spirals stitched into the mask — Olive branches woven into the cuffs Mask: A blindfold stitched with a spiral—symbolizing descent into truth and refusal to see illusion. The inner band bears Δαίμων, visible only when removed. Authority: Dialectic Compulsion When Daimon speaks, illusion falters. His voice compels truth—not through complexity, but through presence. Those addressed find themselves unable to lie or evade; the pressure to speak honestly is overwhelming. Contradictions rupture their defenses, leaving them stunned by the clarity they’re forced to confront. Main Weapon: Xiphos Dagger Secondary Weapon: Break-Action Hand Cannon

________________________________________ THE HIEROPHANT Name: Socrates Historical Information: Socrates (Soh-KRAH-tays) (470–399 BCE, Greece) was a philosopher condemned for corrupting youth and defying the state. He claimed to be guided by a daimonion—a divine voice that warned him against injustice. His legacy is one of inquiry, refusal, and truth spoken at great cost. Arcana: Hierophant Affinities: Light, Psy Charges: 2 Skills: Makouha — Light damage that pierces illusion (single target) Psycho Blast — Medium Psy damage + Focus Break (small AoE) Special Skills: Maieutic Pulse — Reveals hidden truths; lowers defenses or exposes status Elenchus Bind — Traps foes in logic loop; contradiction causes Stun (1 post) — Bonus: Extended duration if used after Dialectic Compulsion — Cooldown: 3 turns

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

“Oh, please don’t call me Mr. O’Toole,” he replied. “You can just call me Loke.”

The fellow sparrowman continued to smile, peering over to see Caelum’s work near completion.

“Your sketch looks good so far,” Loke continued. “Perhaps one day we could do a private session together.”

Caelum’s hand slowed to a stop. He slowly lifted his head, as if raising a lantern for illumination. Upon eyeing the mischievous grin, Caelum was met with a knowing wink.

He had been thoroughly illuminated.

Caelum gave a subtle, awkward smile that was equal parts uncertain and flattered, and returned to his work. Loke decided to make himself comfortable in the gnarled roots beside him as he did so. It was strange, but mainly… comforting. Caelum never really had visitors. When he did, however, it was a pleasant surprise that he quietly cherished.

“I’m just painting some homes that were recently built,” Loke began to answer Caelum’s question as he pulled something from his pocket.

Caelum used a shard of a pebble to sharpen the remains of his twig as he listened.

“My associate is taking care of it while I am on break.”

It was a pipe and tobacco. Caelum reached up to lend a hand.

“Allow me, Mr. O’Toole.” he muttered, a slight curl to one corner of his mouth.

He put his palm over the finely ground leaves, then moved his hand away to reveal a faint orange glow. A small snaking trail of smoke began to rise. Caelum then used his thumb and index finger to coax a fresh ignition from the freshly whittled twig. A moment of watching a strand of smoke rise, and he snuffed it with a slight wave from his hand. With that, he began the finishing touches, enjoying the friendly company while he finalized the image.

For several moments, they sat in relative hush. Loke puffed on his pipe, and blew shapes with each exhalation. Caelum actually enjoyed that part a lot. Smoke was always fascinating to him.

“You have quite a knack for that,” Caelum observed.

Just then, Magnolia and her companion emerged from the depths and onto the shore. Loke noticed, too, smiling and waving at the pair after they had returned to the bank. Caelum had hoped to remain unnoticed… but when the light caught her—hair clinging like silk, form shimmering as if shaped by the lagoon itself—his concern faded like the smoke shapes from Loke’s pipe.

Caelum gave the fairy a slow nod when she looked their way, with a tiny smile leaking out as he lowered the incomplete page and took up a fresh one, never taking his eyes off of her.

His muse was especially kind today.

Seemingly without thought, his practiced hand began to dance upon the page, as it roughed out a particular pose he had seen her form take as she had emerged—she was almost one with the waters.

The Lagoon itself, incarnate.

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

@Eviledd1984

Think Tinkerbell

Feel free to ask for a light. I gotchu