Elsa McBorden

Elsa Millie McBorden



Race: Zooanthromorph (bovine pure)

Ht: 7'4"

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue




- Farmer and gardener

- Tends to and grows many varieties of enchanted flora and fauna

- A member of the bestial race; An offshoot of humanity that-long ago and through supernatural means has taken the form, abilities, traits and other characteristics of animals. They have now expanded interbred and grown to take many different forms.

- Lactates periodically (monthly) which causes her bosom to swell to several times it's normal size.

- Her milk is rich in whatever special properties that are in the foods and enchanted items she consumes making it a potent magic replenishing elixir or health and revival tonic

- Takes pride in her farm and gardens and is very defensive about them

- Is often very motherly towards others

- Because she often towers over others, she tends to see them not unlike children and often coddles and hugs her companions and friends even tickling them like pets or babies

- Loves having guests and treating them. 

- Hates having her production (of all kinds)  messed over or altered.

- A country girl born and raised, she is very naive to the ways of the urban life and of people who live it.

- Thinks of humans as close-minded and sadly, too often ignorant.

- Prefers the rural life to the hustle and bustle of the city






        Elsa McBorden is a country dwelling farmer and rancher who lives  in a remote woodsy area far from any urban chaos. Few know of her Farm as she services very special clients who then distribute her goods to others in sort of a supplier-dealer relationship. This keeps her activities well guarded from dangerous raiders and bandits. Being of the domestic bovine breed, she has a monthly lactation cycle. Due to her strange diet of often enchanted produce, her Lactose production is massive-sometimes causing her breasts to swell to accommodate what can sometimes amount to several gallons of milk in a single period.  This however, has opened a whole new business venue for Elsa as she has discovered her milk takes on the Enchanted properties of whatever strange and magical plants she grows in her garden- or anywhere- if she ingest them regularly. She can even consume several different types of flora turning her own bosom into a natural mixing caldron that produces a product with varied results. This comes at the expense of potency as each individual effect will be weakened.
The actual source of Elsa's super-milk- her own body- is a secret only told to a select few. If Her secret were to be known by too many that would make her a target to any malevolent power realizing the massive potential that this ability of hers could have if mass-produced. Elsa has awakened from a nights sleep with nightmares of herself and legions like her chained to a production line in a crowded, smelly factory, her head and hands locked in a pillory as they are force fed bubbling, stinging, magical gruel from smelly witches caldrons as a filthy industrial pump harvested from her and hordes of her kind. Only to repeat, over and over again- in order to satisfy a potential army of juiced up warriors. That eventuality- in an increasingly cruel, uncaring world, Elsa fears, may only be a matter of time.