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@Aurkanthis dude I love him! And it’s Logan #myhusband

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

✧ℳ𝒶𝑔𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒾𝒶 ℳℴℴ𝓇ℯ✧

@Aurkanthis

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It was the vulnerability that drew Magnolia in. He trusted her enough to show that he was scared. She supposed she wished to trust him as well, her eyes roaming over him, his wings. They were beautiful…a small part of Magnolia ever wondered if fairies and sparrows like Caelum ever felt lonely, rarely meeting others with talents like theirs.
Magnolia was enamored with the warmth though. It brought something…steady.

Her eyes find his again and she nods, her nails running subtly across the skin of her thigh, “Yes…having to face this…thing alone would be impossible,” she manages a breathy and short laugh, pulling her eyes away from him and back to the ground, leaf bits crunching under their feet as they walk

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

✧ℳ𝒶𝑔𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒾𝒶 ℳℴℴ𝓇ℯ✧

@Aurkanthis

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Magnolia glances over to Caelum, offering a slight smile, moving a bit closer. His presence…it was comforting. Warm. Ironically enough. The moon seemed to be much duller tonight, the breeze from before having dissipated into nothingness once again. It was like nature was afraid.
Maggie had a feeling he came over because he knew she was troubled, and she appreciated it. Deeply. So, she decided to break the ice, her hand subconsciously picking at the skin on her thigh.

“Are…you afraid? Of what we are needing to face?” She asks softly

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

꧁✧𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞✧꧂

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All the words around Anastasiya floated in the air, the pain in her head making it feel like everything spoken had an echo. “I’m fine, I’m alright, it’s just my head,” Ana whispers, her voice a bit strained. Something was wrong. Really wrong, and it wasn’t just her head. Her veins, she seemed to become hyper aware that they were there.
It was disgusting, it felt wrong, the blood running up and down, her heart pumping the liquid in and out. “I’m Anastasiya, you’re Aksel right? Thank you…for getting me out of there. ” Ana mumbles, moving to sit up better, the pulling in her veins only growing, screaming an her to stop, each movement, every touch amplified.

“And no ambulance, please,” she says seriously, “Really it was just a hit,” Ana states, her veins and head burning now as she exhaled shakily, swallowing harsh and trying to push the uncomfortable feeling down

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Hell yeah!💪💪💪

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CLAUDIA

Species: Vampire
Sex: Female
Age: 264 (Turned at 25)
Affiliations: Brief run-in with the Parisian Coven
Role/Rank: Rogue

Lineage:
– Bloodline: Viktor
– Generation: Unknown

Appearance:

Face Claim

Claudia stands 5'7" with a fair, pale complexion. Her childhood freckles have nearly vanished, leaving her skin smooth and ghostlike. Her eyes are a bright, unnatural blue—piercing and impossible to forget. Her long blonde hair, nearly white in certain lighting, falls to her mid-back. She always wears a ribbon around her neck, hiding a scar. It’s a tribute to her favorite fable—the woman who wore a ribbon lest her head fall off. Her frame is slender, with modest curves and thicker thighs that hint at strength beneath grace.

Description:
Claudia is of French descent. Her presence is haunting—elegant, restrained, and touched by something ancient. She moves like someone who has lived too long with ghosts.

History:
Born in 18th-century France to the powerful Lioncourt family, Claudia lived a life of wealth and privilege—until tragedy struck. Her younger brother died of a mysterious illness, and the family fractured under grief and cruelty. Claudia endured, until she met a man who tore down her upbringing and rebuilt her mind. She laid with him once, and never saw the sun again.

He was a vampire. A myth. A monster. She awoke in a prison filled with corpses that looked like her—pale, blonde, rotting. After weeks of torment, he turned her. Then, without explanation, he threw himself into the fire.

Alone and confused, Claudia remained in his manor for years, feeding when necessary, unraveling slowly. Eventually, she fled to Paris, where she met Madeline—a human violinist who defied convention. Claudia loved her. Claimed her. Broke every vampire law without knowing it.

Madeline was murdered. Claudia mourned for a century.

She fled to New Orleans, inherited her family’s wealth, and met Louis—a brothel owner with fire in his blood. She turned him to avoid more loss, but their love was volatile. After years of fighting, Claudia nearly killed him. She tried to make amends, even wrote him a song. It worked—he returned, but only to betray her.

He poisoned her through a human’s blood. As she vomited and collapsed, he held her and slit her throat. “I’m glad it was you,” she whispered.

Louis couldn’t burn her. He wrapped her in a rug and threw her in the trash.

Claudia awoke in a dump, feeding on rats and vermin. Years passed before she regained strength. She returned to her old home—Louis gone, like a dream. She turned to music, mastering Madeline’s instruments. She built a band of humans who worshiped her, and returned to Paris.

Now, she performs at night. After each concert, she takes a fan and kills them in her dressing room. Is this her purpose? To drink and never overdose? To feel nothing? She doesn’t know. And she refuses to care.

Motivation:
Claudia wants to find a real purpose—one she chooses, free from the rule and governance of others.

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Did you forget to put your character in the char thread @Adeline? =P

@Aurkanthis

I DID! Mbmb, one sec!

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I didn't know Giggity was French....
ADDIE IS GIGGITY FRENCH?!

@Veilsight

HA! Sorry just saw this, no giggity is not French 💀

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Thanks babes

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This is the best fucking day of my life I love y’all so much