Real Name: Evelynn Xalvine

Age: 23

Birthday: September 25th

Gender: Transwoman (She / Her)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship: Single

Occupation: Healthcare Assistant

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Animals: Rabbits, Cows, Sharks,

Favorite Colour & Shades: Baby Pink, Baby Blue

Hobbies: Dungeons & Dragons, Warhammer Figurine Painting


Telegram: Minxie Moo [telegram.me]

Discord: MinxieTheRabbit

Furaffinity: TheMinxiestMoo [www.furaffinity.net]

F-List: Minxie Moo [www.f-list.net]

Minxie is a 40-year-old bisexual single mother of 3, a crossbreed between a rabbit and a cow. She stands at 9’ and weighs 860lbs, with light pink and white fur. She is the Admiral of a fleet of spaceships, led by her flagship known as the SS-Moostaria.

She has long curled hair with curved horns protruding out from underneath, her horns overlook her extremely long droopy ears that hang down to her thighs. From here her eyes are baby blue in colour with little heart-shaped pupils, her nose boasting a septum piercing above her plump, kissable lips housing her adorable buck-teeth and 18’ long 4’ wide tongue that secretes aphrodisiacs.

Further down reside her gigantic breasts contained within her custom sized bra, each breast marked with heart-shaped areola and capped with a puffy nipple; producing rich and creamy milk with addictive properties.

Her body is incredibly plump and extra soft, jiggling at the slightest touch. But don’t let this deceive you, she is still extremely strong with big arms and even bigger paws, containing sharp cybernetically enhanced retractable claws.

Even further down is her plump, huggable belly, and below that is her fat sheath and a fatter set of balls, filled to the brim with ♥♥♥ with addictive properties too. Inside her sheath is either a 20’ equine ♥♥♥♥ or a 16’ canine ♥♥♥♥, both blue in colour, that or a fat set of ♥♥♥♥♥ folds, with velvety blue insides. Contained between her asscheeks is a fat, blue donut-shaped ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, both perfect for pushing out eggs which is her form of pregnancy.

Finally, despite her plump body and even plumper thighs, her legs are still powerful allowing for incredibly big bounces and kicks with her 3 toed paws, each containing retractable claws.


Minxie was born male on the planet of X, a cold unforgiving medieval world of snow and ice. Sitting at a chilling -346° Fahrenheit, its atmosphere consisted of liquid nitrogen gas and oxygen, blanketing its surface with constant snow and hailstorms. Its surface is covered in dense forests, cold beaches with natural springs of warmth, snow-peaked craggy mountains and vast caves that wind deep into the stone beneath the surface.

Even in such vicious and hostile environments, the local flora has managed to thrive, with several differences to those found elsewhere in the system. The trees are large and dense, to hold up to the beating of the wind and snow, while fruits and vegetables adapted harder shells, requiring them to be cracked open to be consumed, but being far richer in taste then their counterparts.

Minxie’s family was accustomed to such crops, making their home on the snow-dusted plains and meadows. As part of several farm owning families, they were responsible for providing food for their settlement of X. His mother, a large 6’ bovine, was the main farmer of the family, and took care of the farmhouse. His father, a shorter 3’ Snowshoe and Holland lop mix and a former guard, worked and tended the cold flame of the forge as the blacksmith, fusing metal with the bite of the cold to produce arms and armor for the settlement’s civilians and guards.

From birth, Minxie was gifted with the world’s natural flow of magic, with his being rooted in healing and mending. It was a sign of good luck and fortune, to be given such a boon and affinity with the magical weave of the planet. It permeated throughout the land, from the people who called upon its powers, to the wildlife, and even the ores and plants from the ground itself.

His childhood was filled with learning his role in the community, whether that was helping his mother around the farm, or taking trips into town with his father to tend the forge. Whether that was carting winter melons to be sold at market, or keeping the forge billowing, he got his fair share of experience, along with meeting plenty of the townsfolk and guards. Even in the coldness of the weather, the folk of X held onto a certain warmth and kindness in their interactions.

When he came of age, he was enrolled in the Academy of the Arcane, a school for those who wished to learn how to control and commune with the world’s magic, or to better control their existing hold of it. While others studied in more destructive forms of magic, such as cyromancy or electromancy, Minxie found his fascination in medicine and conjuring. There, he learned to treat all from the most simple of cuts and abrasions, to more complex gashes, broken bones and even reattached simple limbs. He was also able to comprehend how to summon small familiars and weapons of ice.

Despite the warm faces and personalities, the world itself wasn’t as nice as some of its inhabitants. The walls of X were assaulted nearly daily by undead. Cold, frozen bones, aroused from their eternal slumber by the wild current of magic, to be forced to walk again for eternity.

(WIP)