Age: 16
Gender:Female
Appearance:
Clothing: She is a fan of frilly tops and long flowing skirts with layers of ruffled cloth underneath. They're long enough to hide her dislike towards shoes. Her hair is frequently decorated by flowers and ribbons.
Occupation: Florist, artist
Equipment: Not much, unless you count the pencils and paints she uses for drawing.
Homeland: Pueblo de Robles, Gran Valle Escondido
Likes: Drawing, flowers, her brother, ribbons
Dislikes: Rude people, those who irritate her brother
Personality: Bubbly, childlike
Background: Minerva was born mute. As the youngest, she was quite spoiled, and despite her disability, carried on like the other children. She communicated through drawing, as most in the town were illiterate anyway, and became quite talented.
Them the whole civil war thing happened, she lost most of her family before even becoming a teen, and almost died frozen on a mountain, if it hadn't been for a coat she snatched off an incapacitated Red.
Now she lives quite happily in a small shop they run with their mixed expertise, even if her brother doesn't like the place she sure does!