Name: Aellae van NeruBirthplace — Garlemald, Ilsabard
Birthdate — 14th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon in the year 1542 of the Sixth Astral EraAge — 35 Years
Status — Very Much AliveFamily —
Father:
Lucius fae Neru - Praefectus MunicipalisMother:
Dulcinea dus Neru - Notarius MunicipalisNanny:
Tajhia bas Neru - Civis MercatusFaith — None
Blood Type — O+
Sex — Non-Binary (Feminine Pronouns)
Species — Garlean
Height — 6 fulms 3 ilms
Weight — 185.5 ponzes
Eyes — Green
Hair — Indigo
Soul — A shard of Igeyorhm
Patron Deity — Shiva
Elemental Affinity — Ice
Favoured Colour — Forest GreenNicknames:
Crow — The counterpart to calling her love 'Darling Dove' She's a 'Clever Crow'.Note - The Legatus has undergone the Magitek Knife so many times records of her true face were initially lost in the fall of Ala Mhigo. Recently it was recovered. Circumstances have also allowed her to store an alternate face as a glamour.

Imperial War College:
Matriculated with High Honors
She studied in the command track. Her observational abilities were noted, and she was counselled towards the Frumentarii.Note - Her classmate’s father was reassigned to a posting in Othard prior to graduation. Leaving her to the position of Valedictorian as the former to hold the position was unable to be present.

Aellae Neru was born to Lucius fae and Dulcinea dus Neru in the city of Garlemald on the continent of Ilsabard on the world of Hydaelyn. She was raised as an only child. Her parents barely had time for one child, let alone the prospect of multiple children. As a result, Aellae was often in the care of the nanny.Her parents did not resent her existence, they simply expected her to adapt and grow strong in the situation. She was of Garlean stock after all. She dutifully adhered to her studies, learning her letters, her numbers, her culture, and her allegiance to her people and her nation.Civil Servants as her parents were, the dutiful nature of their child became a matter of pride, and they took no small pleasure in being able to show her off at every occasion.It was however, the Miqo’te aan who served her family that truly raised her. Her education was supplemented by the knowledge provided by this source. How to be present but not noticed. How to listen but not be seen doing so. How to read a document without looking like you are doing so.The foundations of her spycraft were instilled at a young age.This led to two things that were set in motion at such an early time:The eventual citizenship of her Nanny - J’Tajhia, who became Tajhia bas Neru.
Her being moved from Imperatori to Frumentarii at the War College.The Legatus' Education records are available in the archives of the Imperial War College. Further dissertation of such materials in this document is unnecessary.Following successful matriculation she served in The Frumentarii of the XIVth and XIIth Legions. Acquitting her missions admirably. Her willingness to go beneath the magitek knife represents a dedication and zeal to the Garlean Cause seldom seen in a willful individual.Tragically in a counter strike against facilities in the Ala Mhigan capital, the recorded information regarding her original features was lost. She maintains her favourite guise, that of a Gyr Abanian Miqo’te, much to the amusement of his Radiance Varis zos Galvus and the ire of many of the Council and Senate.Through her dedication to the Imperial cause, willful nature aside, she won herself the praise of her superiors, and proceeded through the ranks. To a place where she enjoys patronage, and the ability to ply her services at the behest of her Sovereign and the Senate.*Her true political leanings were unknown to many prior to the fall of the Garlean Empire, and would likely be a surprise to many if they were discovered even now. In truth, she wished to do away with the monarchy and have a return to full Senatorial rule. Her homeland fell before this could ever be possible.

Aellae’s life is more than simply espionage and assassination. She keeps apartments in the Capital of Garlemald, and several bolt holes throughout the City States of Eorzea. Her network of contacts certainly still exists throughout the world. Both in society and in the underbelly thereof.It is through these networks that she has also cultivated many hobbies, tastes, predilections, and experienced far more culture outside what would be considered the norm for a Garlean Citizen.Aellae has developed a passion for theatrics and drama, as well as music, both courtly music of Ishgard, and the street music of Ul’Dah. The dancing styles of Thavnair both entice and delight her. She has herself learned several steps, enough to pass herself off as a dancing girl if she truly needed to, though it is far more a passion done for her own amusement and the laughter of a pretty girl.The Legatus sadly, is utterly helpless in a kitchen beyond scullery and preparation work. She can most certainly catch you a fish, but she would be helpless to prepare it for you. This is a fallacy she is struggling to change with home training. Literature and regaling you a story completely from memory is something she is more than capable of doing.She has learned the art of fencing, and Ishgardian swordplay. Both of these are far more for points and sport. If true combat were to come her way, or even the need to demonstrate her abilities. That which she always falls back to is her skill with a Gunblade, or War Scythe trained at the Imperial War College.

True Name: Refers to herself as AthenaBirthplace: Amaurot, Etheriys
Title: Igeyorhm - The Martyr
Glyph: Shemhazai, the Whisperer
Constellation: Sagittarius
Constellation Crystal: GreenConstellation Crystal Quote: "There can be no greater joy than to use our wisdom for the good of our people. No greater pride."Her memories have intertwined with Aellae’s, and the separation of them as two individuals is almost non-existent. This has manifested in the form of access to each others memories, and a deepening of both individuals personality traits in Aellae.Aellae has come in contact with the shard’s constellation crystal, and fully understands the weight of all that has happened.They could be sundered apart and the memories locked away again by a suitably powerful Aetheric being. They would however fight against this process with every fibre of their being.She is often accompanied by a Blue Starbird, who she now refers to as her daughter. They are nigh inseparable.Aellae was never the Warrior of Light. On her particular reflection or shard, Igeyorhm was a stand in. The one who had to stand up as Azem sided with the convocation. As the seat of Enlightenment and Rhetoric, Igeyorhm felt that everyone, even those she did not agree with, required someone to take up their part.So she took up the cup.She became Hydaelyn's Advocate. Even if she did not at first believe in the cause, and tried to hedge towards both sides. Seeing some of what befell and what the Ascians were willing to do for the rejoining, she began to defend Hydaelyn and her cause with the ardor of a believer, eventually she did become a true advocate. Over and over the cycle continued, until finally, she was reborn again, as Aellae, and once more had to wake to whom she was, and the truth of the cause for which she argued.

Aellae would never consciously call for an Eikon. Not that many in that deep place of despair truly fathom what they are doing.If Aellae was pushed beyond the limits, beyond what she has already endured, there is one person on this star or any other that she would cry out for. Who she would cry for from that place of what she cherishes the absolute most, the memories of her Nanny and her childhood in Garlemald, her Primal summon would be less one invoked into herself, than one called for in brutal desperation. It would be an Ala Mhigan Miqo'te of middle age, adorned in a mixture of Ala Mhigan attire, and Garlean over coat for warmth. She would be wielding fang, claw, and kitchen knives. In her right hand, a meat knife, and in the left a chef's knife.Tajhia would have several wide sweeping multiple target attacks involving the claws and cleaver. An attack that targets the healers in particular where the chef's knife is thrown brutally to deal savage damage to the healer targeted. The tank crushing attack would be a cross slash with both knives followed by a bite attack to the throat to leave them bleeding.In order to prevent her aetheric assault that would eliminate the whole party, the party would need to resist the sleep induced state as she began to read a bed time story. Completing the bed time story she's reading, which summons forth characters from Aellae's cherished childhood story Octavian and the Missing Matanga will cause all party members to slip asleep forever, and to be replaced by characters from the story. If the story is resisted by all, none of the characters are summoned. If some party members fail the spell, they will slip into that slumber, and in addition to that individual death, a character from the book is summoned, and must be defeated in addition to Tajhia.Trial Name:
The Rent Pages Of YouthMusic Choices for the Phases of the Fight by In This Moment:
The Beginning - First Phase
Born in Flames - Second Phase
God is She - Final PhaseFor the cut scenes before and after the fight by Dan Lambert:
Mother

Tattoo - Neck:

Aellae has the Unbroken Chain of Garlemald tattooed on her neck below the corner of her jaw on both sides.She opted to get this tattoo to look more like her nanny, who she considered her true mother, who was branded with similar markings on her neck when she was taken by the Empire.

Tattoo - Left Forearm:

Tattooed on her inner left forearm is a list of names of those she has lost, family and comrades. It helps her to keep their memories fresh in her mind.

Magitek Armour
The Shiv:

Gunblade - Nemo:

Her favoured Gunblade is based upon the standard sidearm issued to Imperial Officers. It is highly balanced and sighted. Weighted and lengthed for her current body.

Standard Abilities of the Legatus:

Ascended Abilities:

Mastered Attacks:

Memoria Trauma:

"Kill him." the voice crackled through the speaker in the room. The concrete floor bore a single drainage grate, the ceramic floor tiles angled ever so slightly down towards it. The prisoner before Aellae dus Neru was blindfolded, hands bound in the small of his back. The Elezen was clearly sweating, terrified. He presented no threat to anyone. The temperature in the room was brisk. The faint humming sweep of the ventilation fan audible.The prisoner was not gagged. His voice was completely audible. It was part of the test, to discern her nerves, her capacity for killing in the field should it be necessary. She'd never taken a life before. His words seemed filtered through a tunnel. Her stomach was clenching and seemed almost upside down inside her. She held that officer's sidearm in her hand. All she needed to do was ease the hammer back, and then pull the trigger. This shouldn't be that hard. What was this man, this - savage to her?He wasn't even an aan, he was a prisoner. He wouldn't stop talking, his family, his homeland, his life- the fan wouldn't stop either. She couldn't fail her own family. She couldn't fail her instructors. What would it all have been for if she didn't succeed now at this juncture? This examination? The harsh ceruleum lighting overhead reflected off the gloss blueing of the barrel. The report was sharp and flat. There was a sound of blood splattering to the tiles of the wall and floor.There was warm moisture upon her cheek, a chip of the tile had ricocheted up and cut her face. Blood was seeping from it. The smell of iron and chordite was pungent."Well done Aellae eir Neru." was the last the speaker reported.The change in title was not lost upon her. She vomited.

Memoria Felix:

"Come along Aellae bas Neru!" J'tajhia called to her. "It's past your bedtime, and if you're further late I shant continue with Octavian's Adventures in Othard!" Of course that just wasn't true. J'tajhia would have continued reading the stories no matter how late the young woman was. Aellae however was just precocious enough to not be denied.This evening however, she was obedient to this final urging. The girl of eight summers called out from the living room of the family's home. "Coming nanny!" Her voice was eager. The stories of adventure, of how Octavian used wit to get out of most situations delighted her, and of course the warmth of J'tajhia's presence was infectious. It seeped through her very being. Her parents were terribly busy, always. J'tajhia, aan though she was, always made the time. Between the house cleaning, and the shopping, she made time for the girl. And for that...For that Aellae loved her like her mother, her true mother.She changed into her nightgown, and curled up at the head of her bed. Fingers wrapping around the mug of cocoa that was sitting on her nightstand beside the little enameled lead Garlean Officer that was labeled "OCTAVIAN" at it's base, and settled in to hear that soothing Ala Mhigan voice read her the next chapter. Her eyes were wide, her expression rapt, her lips pulled into the most radiant smile imaginable."Octavian and the Mystery of the Missing Matanga! Upon reaching the shoals of the Ruby Sea, young Octavian and his companions knew they would be pressed to pay the dread Pirates tithe to gain access...."