The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

A striking young Imperial woman with warm golden-beige skin, high cheekbones, and a confident poise. Her long auburn hair is swept into a dramatic side braid adorned with tiny silver beads or colored ribbon. She has expressive amber eyes that reflect an inner fire. Dressed in finely embroidered bardic garb of deep maroons and royal purples, trimmed in gold, she carries a well-polished lute against her back. Her gait is proud and theatrical, moving with the grace of someone always aware of an invisible audience.

Aia is bold, whip-smart, and unashamedly proud of her gifts. She speaks with sharp clarity and never hesitates to cut through pleasantries with a blunt truth or clever barb. While not unkind, she’s often impatient with mediocrity and rarely hides her disdain for those who hide behind reputation rather than skill. She thrives on challenge, both musical and social, and isn’t above stirring the pot if it means shaking someone out of complacency. Despite her prickly exterior, Aia has a fierce loyalty to those she respects and a hidden vulnerability when it comes to failure—she fears obscurity more than criticism. Her presence is magnetic, and when she performs, all her edges melt into passion. To her, music isn’t just art—it’s identity, rebellion, and legacy. And she’ll be damned if she fades into the chorus.

Born in Chorrol to a modest family of bookbinders, Aia’s natural flair for music emerged early and with unstoppable intensity. When she first sang in the city square at age ten, merchants paused their haggling to listen. Encouraged by her mother, she left home as a teenager to pursue formal study in Solitude at the prestigious Bards College. Many students came with coin or noble lineage—Aia came with raw talent, burning ambition, and a chip on her shoulder the size of the Jeralls. Over the years, she has clawed her way to the top of her class, earning reluctant admiration from her peers and genuine praise from her mentor, Pantea Ateia. But not everyone appreciates her confidence, and some claim she's too bold, too proud. Rumors swirl of a long-standing feud with another student, of jealous sabotage, of secret compositions stolen from dusty archives and passed off as original. Aia never comments—she just plays louder.