The Songbird
Caught between black and white; not quite either day or night. She's perfectly misaligned
Lolette Kesslivang 🗡
Shroud Witch
Dancer & Performer
North Shroud Trash
introduction A stoic, mysterious shroud witch. Lola often haunts her establishment, Songbird's Lounge, and various other venues.≫ est. 2013
≫ MATURE / DARK / OCCULT / SLICE OF LIFE
≫ MUSE AND WRITER ARE BOTH 21+
| author | |
|---|---|
| name | fox |
| age | 30s |
| pronouns | she/they |
| timezone | cst |
Lolette Kesslivang . FFXIV: balmung . dark, mature, para, mirror . 18+ themes / mdni
interested
— mature themes
— crime
— horror
— slice of life
— comedy
— plot driven rp
uninterested
— my character dying
— noncon rp
— drama
— RP with players and characters under 21+
— I also have no interest in RPing if you use terms like f#ta, F+, tr#p.
| character | |
|---|---|
| name | lolette "lola" kesslivang |
| alias | rielle |
| age | 23 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| species | miqo'te: keeper of the moon |
| birthdate | december 13th |
| sexuality | bisexual |
| origin | north shroud; later ishgard |
| location | an apartment in pearl lane. |
| alignment | alignment. |
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❝ {{
Oh Lord, heaven knows, we belong way down below.Way down below, way down below
}} ❞
Biography
"There's whispers of that girl, strange and always talking to herself. She seems like she's in her own world."
introduction Separated from her clan at infancy, Lolette was taken in by another Keeper matriarch—only to lose that home too in a blood feud that left her and a young Keeper named Rue orphaned once more. Adopted by a woman from Ishgard’s Church, she was raised among other lost children, taught to revere faith. Lolette, however, would not bow. She kept the old Shroud rituals alive, practicing them in secret.
At sixteen, she fled the Church’s suffocating embrace, taking Rue with her to Ul'dah—where coin was survival and survival was a song she learned to sing well. She worked as a waitress. She bartended. She stole.By seventeen, she had learned to dance for coin from a Seeker woman named Rhashir—an offering of grace in a city that devours the unwary. At eighteen, Lolette left her old life behind for good, joining the Lotus after a man named Aiden pulled her into the shadows.At twenty, she opened Songbird’s Lounge—a haven for those who know that home is not always a place, but a song. She still haunts the stage, her voice a siren’s call, alongside her newly found sister, Savo.
aether To those attuned, her aura is an unbalanced hum—two worlds colliding in the hollow of her chest. She walks in half-light, a witch who gathers the echoes of the dead.
Appearance
height 5'1"
weight weight.
eyes green.
hair white, silver tresses of moonlight.
scars a crescent on her lower right abdomen
languages common, huntspeak, some sign language.
faceref taylor momsen
voiceref taylor momsen
appearance Lissome and ethereal, Lolette’s presence is almost spectral—pale skin and white curls that spill like moonlight. Striking green eyes framed in coal-dark makeup seem to see more than they should, more than she ever wanted to.
personality A labyrinth of secrets. She’s friendly in ways that make you want to stay, but every layer she peels back only reveals more mystery. She collects cursed objects like relics of memory, all while keeping her truest self hidden in the dark.
gear armor.
gear armor.
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weapon sword.
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Abilities
Darkness swims around Lolette, even if she doesn’t always notice it. Born from a line of powerful Seers, she can glimpse the future and consort with the dead—but she fears the things she sees. Instead, she turned to thaumaturgy, discovering just how easily her emotions could shape the aether—and how dangerously close she came to losing herself in it.To quiet that darkness, she turned to dance—blade dancing—a way to channel her power into something that felt beautiful. But the witch’s repertoire is vast and shifting.
✦ Ritualistic Magic
Old Shroud rites performed in secret. Offerings to forgotten gods, prayers whispered in the woods.
✦ Blue Magic
Her primary path—stolen echoes of beast and spirit, woven into spells that change with each hunt.
✦ Black Magic
A handful of spells kept close to her heart—dark threads she only pulls when the moon is right.
✦ Void Magic
Limited spells that let her peer into the nothingness between the abyss. Power that tastes like hunger.
✦ Blood Magic
A forbidden art she practices sparingly—life traded for power, crimson promises paid in full.
✦ Necromancy
Still learning to balance the dead’s weight in her hands. Echoes and revenants—unwanted companions in the quiet hours.
Headcanons
offerings She still keeps small offerings for the forest gods in the corners of her apartment—flowers, feathers, blood. Even in the city’s filth, she’s a daughter of the Shroud.
charm She carries a small, carved bone charm in her pocket at all times. Rue made it for her when they were children, and she refuses to let it go.
dreams Lolette doesn’t dream like others. Her dreams are doorways—sometimes they’re visions, sometimes they’re echoes of the dead whispering in the dark. She wakes up tangled in her sheets, breathless and reaching for ghosts.
routine Despite her haunting beauty, she’s a creature of habit. She likes the routine of making coffee in the mornings, likes the quiet moments before the world claws at her again.
hair She keeps her hair long and wild as a promise to herself— a reminder of the life she came from, the girl who would not be tamed by the city’s cold stone.
I need help, lost myself
Don't know who's in the mirror
Is this hell? Hear you yell
But there's nobody here
mirrors She hates mirrors. Not because of vanity—but because she sees other things in the reflection, things she doesn’t want to name.
music She loves music more than anything else. It’s the only place she feels safe, the only place she can lay her armor down without fear.
dance Though she dances for others, she never truly belongs to anyone. She’s her own haunted kingdom, her own keeper of secrets.
ghosts She often speaks to the spirits she senses, even when no one else can see them. In crowded streets or empty rooms, her voice carries a gentleness meant only for them.
moon She has a particular fondness for lunar phases and can name every moon by heart. The moonlight is her oldest friend—her mother’s ghost in the sky.
My heart's racin', I swear you're standin' next to me
My thoughts are overcrowded, my room's empty
The more I search, the more that I lose clarity
(Clarity, clarity, clarity)
Won't you let me poison your heart? Poison
Won't you let me poison your heart? Poison
| likes |
|---|
| ✦ Moonlight and night air that smells of old forests |
| ✦ The hush of dawn, when the city still sleeps |
| ✦ The weight of silk skirts, the hush of them against skin |
| ✦ Strong tea brewed until it’s bitter and black |
| ✦ Old songs sung in languages she barely remembers |
| ✦ The feeling of dirt and moss beneath her bare feet |
| ✦ Small, quiet spaces where she can hear her own thoughts |
| ✦ The flicker of candlelight—soft, sacred |
| ✦ The way Rue’s laughter breaks the heaviness of the world |
| ✦ The sound of rain on cold stone—her lullaby |
| ✦ The hush of a room right before the music begins |
| dislikes |
|---|
| ✦ Mirrors—too many ghosts staring back |
| ✦ The smell of incense from the Church, cloying and false |
| ✦ Crowds that press in too close, all heat and hunger |
| ✦ Hollow promises, especially from those she trusted |
| ✦ Feeling tethered, feeling owned |
| ✦ The taste of cheap ale—like swallowing iron |
| ✦ Being underestimated because of her size |
| ✦ Waking from dreams that feel more like memories |
| ✦ The itch of magic she can’t control |
| ✦ Anyone who thinks they can own her, body or soul |
Anaya Calidon
best friend
Best friend, bound to her by laughter and old promises. Together again, as if they’d never been apart.
Xyphris Zeddicus
close friend
Close friend and childhood crush. They lost each other for a while, but found their way back. Their bond feels like home—unspoken, but understood.
Reli Zeddicus
brotherly
Brother figure from Ishgard, ever watchful. One of the few she trusts with her secrets.
Talvi Silva
parent
They only met recently, when Talvi found the courage to let her in. Now, Talvi’s presence is a quiet anchor—someone who sees the way she walks the line between shadow and light.
