name: Miiba Minnow (Mina Willow)
appearance: (don't mind the clothes/gear):
Return home to her family.
A young girl still in gradeschool. She was very creative and loved to draw. She wasn't a prodigy artist but her messy doodles were a little less messy than other students. There was a kids show that she used to watch about little goblins who braved the great open world, inspiring her to doodle little goblins in her notebooks. One day, her neighbor had come by to pick her up from school as they had done before, though this time they weren't supposed to. Thinking it was fine, Mina got in their car. The neighbor chatted and laughed with the young girl for a moment before all the sudden someone reached from behind her and clasped a cloth over her mouth. She breathed in what she didn't know was chloroform, and that was the last thing she remembered.
In the void that she awoke to, she was greeted by the demon lord, as he introduced himself as such. Believing this was a dream, Mina was excited and she scurried over to one of her memories of her doodling a particular goblin she seemed to draw a lot, one she made up. Giggling she pointed to it. "I want to be that one! Can I, can I!?" The gravity of the situation was lost to her, but she seemed to get her wish....somewhat.
Her new life as Miiba wasn't what she thought it would be, and this had to be the longest dream she had ever had, even being able to sleep and dream within a dream! It all felt so REAL! The other goblins, as far as she could remember, didn't seem to like her too much. It was nothing like the show she used to watch. They were mean and constantly berated her for being soft or a weakling. To the other goblins, she was a hindrance. She didn't eat anything but the herbs because she saw eating anything else as either horrific or gross. She was too nice, and didn't keep to herself, trying to reach out to other goblins and make friends instead of keeping to her tasks. Sometimes, she would offer help if she was able to finish her own tasks, like to carry logs. In response, however, the other goblins would pile all the logs on her till she couldn't carry more and then fall over, cursing her for her weakness. Eventually, with talk of weeding out the weak and old, she took it upon herself to run away from the abuse the goblins tormented her with. She stayed relatively close to where the goblins were still, watching from hiding spots around the cave and sneaking around to find food.