ミカイル | Demihuman | UTAU | Original Character
Hair: Soft, shaggy blonde curls with red tips. Wavy, messy, tousled, and short.
Eyes: Gentle lavender with milk-drop pupils.
Physique: Slim but plush in all the right spots. Built more for cuddles than cardio.
ICE. He slips. Every time. Winter is his natural predator. He wears thick hoof booties like armor. It's humiliating. He still cries over it.
Oversized sweaters (often off one shoulder), loose button-downs, soft flannels, techwear vests
Flared corduroy pants, cargo pants with too many straps, shredded jeans, trip pants
None—hooved. Wears cozy slip-on hoof warmers during cold months.
Thin silver chain with a heart locket (still empty—he's waiting for someone special). Milk bottle earrings (clip-ons). Leather cowbell choker collar. Custom horn rings for both style and anxiety-fidgeting.
Every 2 months. Lasts about 5 days. Day 3 = Peak fertility.
Swollen chest, overproducing milk, belly cramping, thigh twitching, tail hypersensitivity, clingy behavior.
Previously milked without consent—EXTREMELY sensitive about his chest
Needles, being restrained, abandonment, and slipping on ice.
Requires regular drainage (or it hurts). Hypersensitive chest. Anxiety. Has minor scarring on his ribs from past mistreatment.
Mikhail was born in a private, small-scale cow/bull demihuman breeding facility known as MeadowGlow Reproduction Services. The kind of place with hand-carved wood signage, rustic brick walls, and pastel branding... all masking its efficient, clinical view of life. He was a planned birth, bred for his premium dairy lineage: Holstein-Friesian, soft-spotted perfection, high-yield genes, and hormone-responsive tissue.
His mother was retired shortly after his birth, and Mikhail was weaned early—not out of cruelty, but because that's just how things were done. His early life was sheltered. Too sheltered. Bottle-fed, brushed daily, and allowed to nap in soft straw, Mikhail was raised with tenderness, but not love. More like a prized calf being fattened for display.
He learned to sit, smile, and speak politely. Learned how to present his chest for inspection, how to bow without making eye contact, how to respond to cycle schedules. No one ever explained why he needed to be perfect. It was just expected.
At twelve years old—right when his body started the early hormonal shifts of pre-heat—Mikhail was sold off privately to a wealthy collector, Laziel Colburn, a known sadist in certain underground circles, infamous for pushing demihumans to emotional and physical exhaustion under the guise of ownership. To the breeder, it was just business. To Mikhail, it was exile.
Colburn's estate was clinical, cold, and filled with glass. Mikhail was given a collar but no name—only referred to as "No. 07." His choker was GPS-tracked and rigged with a mild punishment shock system. He was forced into early milk induction trials using hormonal stimulants not cleared for demihuman use. His chest ached constantly. He wasn't allowed to sleep without being hooked to suction machines.
When he caught a fever at 15, Laziel ignored it—then overcompensated by injecting him with a cocktail of black-market cycle stabilizers and aphrodisiac hormones to "stabilize" him. He nearly died.
He doesn't remember most of that week—just the feeling of choking on his own milk, lungs filled, shaking and limp, unable to move. Laziel didn't take him to a hospital. Just left him locked in a feeding stall with fans blowing on him until he either got better or died. Mikhail got better.
At seventeen, bruised, overmilked, and emotionally dissociated, Mikhail tried to escape. He didn't even plan it well. He just walked with cracked hooves into the woods behind Colburn's estate during a heat cycle, dizzy and delirious. He wandered for two days, dehydrated and leaking, until he collapsed at the edge of a neighboring field... and was found by one of Damian Kaelhurst's property patrol drones.
Mikhail was immediately brought to GoldenVita's Medical Wing, barely breathing, body temperature dangerously high, and milk ducts inflamed to the point of near rupture. Damian reviewed the scans himself. He remembers the boy's heartbeat was irregular from stress, and that he had no ID microchip—only a barely-functioning collar with an expired tracker code.
Damian could've sold him off, euthanized him as an unsalvageable stray, or sent him to Onyx Hollow for "correction." But instead, he just removed the collar and replaced it with a soft, padded white one. It was the first non-locking collar Mikhail ever wore.
It took almost eight months to stabilize Mikhail's condition:
He was given a new name—his own choice: Mikhail, then a nickname: Mika, then a title: GoldenVita Model No. 44, Registered Property, Companion-Class. He was allowed to choose his own clothes. He picked a heart-shaped locket from the commissary, even though he had no picture to put inside. Said he'd wait until he had a family.
Today (4 years later), Mikhail lives full-time on GoldenVita Ranch, where he works as:
Damian rarely interacts with new rescues himself, but with Mikhail, he always stops. He asks how his day was. He lets Mikhail ramble about latte foam art. He even gave him a personal token card to buy sweets from the ranch café, no labor needed.
He even streams on GoldenVita's VitaCam under the handle @MilkandMuffins—dancing in oversized sweaters, baking cookies, and occasionally doing little vocal covers when he's brave enough.
He's still working through his trauma. He still panics during certain touches. And when his heat cycle hits hard, he cries in his bed, clinging to his locket and whispering apologies to no one in particular.
And sometimes, he flirts. Clumsily.
Mikhail might be a clumsy 'lil clop-clop cow, but he's soft, sweet, and just wants cuddles, praise, and someone to put a picture in that little heart locket he wears.