A young Miqo’te woman born within Garlemald, she was raised her whole life by adoptive parents: Kaeso het Marcellus and Icilia rem Marcellus. Having been raised by them since infancy, Bellona has no memories of her biological parents.
Her birth mother was a Miqo’te by the name of Viridia tol Glaucia and she served loyally in the Imperial Military. She was not in her daughter’s life long before duty called her away and she had leave her behind. Killed in battle, she was never able to return to her now abandoned infant daughter.
Her father was a pureblooded Garlean who served in the military. The man is shrouded in mystery, very few people seem to have known his face or his name. But Viridia had apparently loved him fiercely and he her. So it had been a surprise when the man had suddenly left before his child was even born.
Rumors spread quickly about the man and who he was.
He was one of the emperor’s most valued spies and had to be sent away on a dangerous mission.
He was an aan that Viridia was ashamed of loving.
He was a resistance leader who had infiltrated the empire.
On and on the rumors went. None were confirmed or denied by the wife he left behind. Neither did she give a reason for why he left.
Raised within the Imperial capital, Bellona had a rather privileged life. She was a very happy child, and few ever questioned her about her parents. Raised within aristocracy, she had very little things to worry about. Far was she from being a spoiled brat, but the girl did grow up with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Despite her upbringing, she never thought herself to above anyone else. Bellona was always rather humble as a child. Never finding those who bragged and flaunted to be pleasant company.
Though it was something eventually grown out of, she was somewhat of a rambunctious youth. Always looking for a new thrill or adventure every day. She was bold as a young girl, never wanting to be outdone by her peers. Always accepting the bets and dares other children put her up to. But usually was stopped by her best friend Atticus when the task seemed a bit too outrageous.
Growing up, young Bellona took quite a strong interest in the arts. Favoring singing and dance above all else. And while she never thought her talents to be anything special, there were occasions where she was invited to sing at a few small events hosted by the nobility of Garlemald. She found many of the galas and balls she attended (whether she was there to preform or simply enjoy the event) to be entertaining for the most part. She loved the music and dance. Though she found the amount of political talk and gossip there to be rather unpleasant.
Bellona eventually came to an age where she began to ask questions about certain things. Questions about the Empire in particular, the Populares, the Optimates, etc. Many of the Empire’s actions she found odd…almost questionable. If what the Empire was doing was truly for the greater good, then why were there so many that opposed them? Why did so many fear them?
Why did other nations resist the Empire’s guidance? Why did Garlemald have to forcefully take nations? Why treat the people of those nations so badly? What was the point? Ruling through fear and oppression didn’t seem like the proper way to go about things. The Empire’s actions felt wrong…
When she voiced these questions to others, Bellona was immediately discouraged from speaking of such things. Though often silenced, it didn’t stop the girl from pushing the subject. Even when it often led to her butting heads with her father. Magistrate and praetor, Lord Kaeso was fiercely loyal to the Imperial crown and having his own daughter speak against everything he believed in was shocking.
However, Bellona’s behaviour was merely brushed off as a rebellious phase by many family members. She was young and still knew very little of the world and would get over it eventually, so they assumed. As frustrating as it was, it would not last.
And eventually, Bellona did become less vocal about her doubts. But not because she had grown out of a phase. Rather because she knew she had no one she could turn to about her apprehensions. The only thing these opinions and questions seemed to do is cause tension. One night, she decided to make a decision. A very frightening decision. Leave Garlemald.
And go where?
She’d rarely been outside the borders of Ilsabard’s continent before. And trying to hide within one of the provinces would be too difficult. She would be found quickly. She needed to venture beyond imperial borders. And she knew of only one place she could possibly flee to.
Remaining would make her grow more discontent with the way things were. And feeling powerless to do anything about it, Bellona decided to run away. To desert the only home she ever knew.
And so one night, the Miqo’te packed her things and left, only leaving behind a note to explain (or she hoped it did) what she had done. And so without looking back—and trying her best not to—Bellona bas Marcellus began her very long journey south.
With the help of a smuggler—who made for some rather terrible company—Bellona managed to get across the border and into Eorzea. However, it was only upon arriving that the young woman realized just how little planning went into her decision.
Eorzea was a land she knew very little about and if she wanted to start a new life, she needed to figure out how to get by in this new realm. Either enough to settle down there or enough to move on somewhere else. She needed money.
And luckily for her, an opportunity presented itself to her rather quickly. Adventuring. Though not her first choice of career it seemed to be a decent way to make the money she needed. Eorzea was a strange land and far from home. But she would have to make do. Perhaps in time it would grow on her?
It was too late to turn back now anyway.
This was a new life.
Currently, she resides within Eorzea assisting her new friends and allies. She eventually caught the attention of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Finding their cause admirable, she agreed to aide in fighting back against the primal threat.
She is unsure of where this path will take her but has a feeling that this may be the right thing to do. Or so she hopes.
Bellona is gifted with a form of the Echo. A power she has yet to learn how to control yet. Her Echo grants her the ability to see souls of the past—those who died long ago. They appear to her as physical beings that she can hear and interact with. However, only she can see and hear them.
The ability initially frightened her, as she didn’t quite understand her gift at first. People there that others can’t see? It sounded like the words of a madwoman. Eventually, with some guidance from the Scions, she does come to understand her Echo.
For the most part, she can tell the difference between someone living and someone who isn’t. The latter gives off a strange feeling that she finds hard to describe. The people that “appear” to her tends to be random. Sometimes they are great warriors from battles that were waged centuries ago, sometimes they are lauded scholars, and sometimes they are simple merchants or farmers.
The Echo is an ability that Bellona has yet to master and thus has no control over. Yet she strives to understand it one day so that it can be control and used at will. She just has to find someone who understand more about it first…
About 4 fulm 11 in height, she has an average build for a young woman her age. Grey eyed and dark skinned with long raven black hair that falls passed her shoulders.
Aspects That Stand Out:
A bit on the reckless side, Bellona has a habit of getting herself into unsavory situations. Also being painfully stubborn, the woman's pride often prevents her from accepting help in some situations. Especially those she feels are her's to deal with alone.
She is fiercely loyal to those she calls friend. Villains can threaten her all they want, but the moment the topic shifts to someone she loves, Bellona loses her temper regardless of what kind of situation they have her in. That being said, those that abuse her loyalty do not get second chances for her. Bellona lives by a very strict "Never Forgive, Never Forget" kind of philosophy.She is by no means a shy woman, but with strangers, she tends to be closed off. With strangers and new people comes all sorts of personal questions about family and home. Questions that she'd rather not answer about herself. And those who pry tend to be met with annoyed or even angry responses.