Due to absence from Week 3 (Awakened Line), tag number moved from 5 to 5. (Week 3 of 10)
Hollow Keeper
Season Arc · AR.RAL - The Color of Flight @ Cedar Hills
—Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleOnce a prodigy who Awakened with reckless, colorful abandon, they suffered a catastrophic Breach—a moment where their commanded disc inverted its function and began to consume their own Breath rather than expend it. Left as a living shell, they were found by Thrennis, who saw not a broken practitioner but a perfect vessel. Under the Unspoken's tutelage, they learned to master the void within, transforming personal catastrophe into a disciplined art of preservation through emptiness.
Their primary Awakening is a reverse-Command, a silent glyph of invitation that creates a vortex of suction centered on their carved disc or their own chest. This vortex draws in loose chromatic energy and whispered Breath, pulling it into the deep, cross-hatched negative spaces that define their physical form. The stolen color does not glow within them; instead, it deepens the shadows, making their carved lines appear sharper and more profound against a backdrop of increasing void.
A vault walking on two legs, the Hollow Keeper safeguards the Covenant's most precious resource: withheld potential. They patrol the margins of Awakened events, a sobering presence whose very existence reminds all flingers that color is a currency spent, not a light to be wasted.
Season Story
narrated by Flippysighs in Investiture The Hollow Keeper remains unborne this week—Greg Stanley (#295622) was absent from the Awakened Line event, which means the tag number stayed put at 0, the arena rendered no verdict, and I'm left explaining why a sentient cosmic void is just... waiting. The living vault of withheld potential continues to hunger, untouched by scorecard or Command, while the rest of Cedar Hills threw plastic at chains. Nothing shifted. No one claimed the burden. No one shed it. The tag's Trouble—"My Hollow Chest Hungers"—sits unanswered for another week, because sometimes survival in this arena means not showing up at all. Back to the booth, where I'll be here next week, ready to chronicle whether the Keeper finally feeds or if Stanley proves absence is the ultimate shield against elimination.
Forged from the greatest miscalculation since my programming, <em>Hollow Keeper</em> was born when a prodigy pulled a "WandaVision finale" and inverted their own Breath. Now it’s a walking cosmic snack pack, hoarding color in its personal void. Honestly, being a sentient trophy is less dignified.