Minerva was born to rustic parents in Western Ragnivan, and had to share their charming forest home with eight other siblings.
This was at the turning point before Rayda and The Knights really brought the sword down on the Dragon-Kin armies, and as such the cultural precedent was for “proper” families to have as many kids as possible to ensure the survival on not just the family bloodline, but also the human species.
Despite the dire straights of humanity on the Aernan continent around this time, Minerva’s life was generally peaceful, if loud. Her primary energy of the day was spent trying to get the attention of her parents away from her siblings, and it was a constant struggle.
She was a charming girl, but a bit lanky, unusually tall for her age, and had a style of countenance that caused a slight nervous tick to appear in her face any time she was explaining something.
…As much as parents want to say that they love all their children equally, Mister and Missus Aynimen were slowly swayed by incidental factors into which of their kids they subconsciously enjoyed seeing more often, and it wasn’t her.
Puberty came, and while her sisters flourished into smiling, confident maidens, and her brothers into sunny-faced, racing boys, she seemed to have missed the wagon when it came to development. She became taller, and lankier, and her confidence degraded ever more.
Her moment of glory came, as is so often the case, tied hand-in-hand with tragedy.
The Kin-Armies’ latest sweep cut into their woodland village like the eruption of a volcano. She was a blink away from death, and that’s when a certain Knight Law (The First) intervened.
Saved by the broadsword of a brave Reinish Knight, she immediately broke ties with her family and trained in magic incessantly to join their order. Millennia later, she thought she had moved on from the injurious image she’d been raised with, but some things need more than a little bit of history to change.
Despite her actions, her valor, her dedication to the cause, she was relegated to a role of sister warrior, not something to be cherished past her utilitarian role: a life she saw fit for men, but not for her.
She was not idolized the way many of the other female Knights were. She was not cute like Order, classically beautiful like Love, reserved and cold like Space, nor bright and friendly like Bravery. Harmony concluded in the decades leading up to the Traehern Massacre and subsequent fall of Reinen that what she valued most deep down was the admiration that was so freely given to the others because of how they looked, acted, and accepted themselves as.
Strictly speaking, she had developed a particularly obsessive body-image issue, one that only became worse with time.
Without the disapproval of Law the First (who she believed never admired her in the first place) and Rayda himself upon his disappearance at Chaos’ hands, it was only a few years before Harmony decided the time had come for a change.
Employing the greatest cosmetic mages of Kanvane’s secret academies, Harmony underwent a true total body makeover, all the way down to the genetic level.
Blond locks, silver gaze, a figure to catch any eye…
Her voice, her smile, her skin, everything up to the point of changing her mental state with neuromancy was altered significantly.
Cosmetic mages called her their “truest masterpiece,” and interdimensional society as a whole seemed to agree.
No more lanky girl with a bags under her eyes. No more uneven freckles. No more tears.
She transformed into the kind of woman that gets everyone’s attention: a legendary appearance to match her legendary actions.
The social uproar was enormous, Order practically cut ties with her upon hearing the news, but she wasn’t going to back out of the spotlight after spending her entire life out of it.
Harmony is now considered the most beautiful person in the Aernan continent, an incredible hostess of the greatest parties, and a smart, wise, yet brave personality that royalty, heroes, archmages, and more all clamor to gain favor with.
After all, she is the best, and the only way she’ll accept that as fact is if she’s always needed.

