About Lola Aguilar-Vargas
Lola was first born in the central part of the continent of Arcadia, in a central country. She also died in this country, a priestess, who died protecting something, she thinks? A rare half-elf, prone to the flights of fancy and wanderlust common to the type, but frowned on by the relatively insular people of her homeland, she never fit in and eventually fell in love with a man who died early, from a disease that she could not cure. I’m a fit of madness and fear, she brought her love back from the dead, but not in the way that Pharasma approves. In shame, she dispatched her love, but not before he managed to wreak havoc on her temple, and kill a number of people.
Normally duskwalkers are reincarnated when they die before their time to keep working on what they did before they died. The high priest punished her, and banished her, and she died accidentally, living in poverty and begging as an undesirable, and was sent to the boneyard, where she discovered how mad the psychopomps were, with her. The psychopomps’ punishment was to send Lola back, to act as their agent in the mortal realm, until such time as she paid back her debt to the boneyard. She was told to put a number of spirits to rest before she can be free, or else have her soul destroyed then and there. Seeing no other choice, Lola agreed and was reincarnated as an 8 year old duskwalker, raised in Taldor, with only knowledge of her first name. She was adopted by some open-minded silver traders in the capital of Oppara, and managed to live comfortably for much of her life, learning a great deal about music and culture of Golarion, and never remembering much about her first life, except flashes of how she died, from time to time.
She doesn’t know that she as an agent of the psychopomps, except that she seems to often find themselves in areas of great sorrow where someone of import has died. She trained at a bardic college in Oppara, specializing in songs for wakes, funerals, and births. She has a knack for dissuading the living from using necromancy, though she doesn’t know why, and doesn’t know why she’s sometimes able to convince the undead to rest, somehow, though she has broken the curses of a number of haunts in her time. She wandered through the world, plying her trade and adventuring with various companies, finding herself particularly helpful and popular in Lastwall, with her beautiful, haunting ballads inspiring the crusaders to keep fighting in dire circumstances. Not that she isn’t cheerful and friendly, she is so, but with a dark sense of humor. Her clothes tend to be sparkly and colorful, in contrast to her grey, pallid skin. She wears silver-inlaid clothing, including a broad coat with bangles and silver clasps, and almost always has a bone mask on with silver adornments. Her guitar is impeccably beautiful, made of the finest white wood, with silver fittings and strings, and is one of the finest non-magical string instruments in Golarion (it is her prized possession). She happens to be extremely adept at playing, as well, managing complex chords and intricate scales of melodies that are almost otherworldly to the population of Avistan. Augmenting this are her decent skills at dancing and singing, used to accompany her performances when fighting, and when la guitarra is out of commission. Her songs, for whatever reason, are not sung in a language most people on Avistan understand, and she doesn’t herself know why, though she often speaks with these words as well, filling in certain words of Taldan with the strange tongue before catching herself. She maintains herself fastidiously, keeping clean and brushing her armor with some frequency. She wears her hair typically in a braid when adventuring, though this is often covered by her broad hat perched delicately on her head to keep the sun out.
She is quite beautiful, (when you can see her face) with a laugh that sounds like silver bells, and a powerful, deep voice with significant range. She venerates deeply the teachings of Ashava, and prefers the outdoors under the night sky to almost any other setting, often playing concerts for the crusaders of Lastwall as they gather in the field for their ever-present watches.
Her humor is a little morbid, and she does not seem to be afraid of the undead or death at all, referring to them in a familial way, and speaking to them in hushed, gentle tones that one would expect a priest to do. But no matter how morbid, she has put down a lot of haunts, sending the spirits to their rest without loss of life, and is respected in Lastwall even if many people find her strange and confusing.
Lola came to Roslar’s coffer because they thought that a great many folks had died, but oops! The timing was wrong, and mierda, now they’re dead dead? She arose in the boneyard, again, but not dead dead again, and some of her connections to the previous life became stronger, and she remembered their lost love, and her service. She recently met with some kinder psychopomps who, as confused as she was, pushed her into contacting another group of not dead dead folks who are being chased by the Catrina - Mictena, and was tasked with getting these living folks out. Lola is troubled that a Catrina would be doing this, as she now remembers a bit about them, and knows they tend to be quite kind and gentle, though she knows little about Mictena herself.