Mila Minx is a female mink anthro. Born and raised in a family with three brothers, she's scrappy, a bit crass, and has a mischievous streak. Being the smallest, weakest, and only girl among her siblings taught her early on how to be crafty to get what she wants when force fails. Despite some tomboyish tendencies, she dreams of being married and having a family one day.
Mila's mother someway, somehow, beat out Mila's metalhead brothers when it came to including Mila's taste in music. Most are surprised to learn that Mila enjoys jazz, and that she learned a bit of Portuguese so she could understand bossa nova lyrics.
While not particularly vain (in her opinion), she does take some girlish enjoyment in posing and snapping pictures of herself, with a rare few of those photos being nude. If there IS something she's vain about, it's her fluffy tail. Asking if her red eyes are colored contacts, something she's been asked A LOT, is a surefire way to earn an unamused stare.
A gymnastic scholarship carried Mila through college when her mediocre grades would have otherwise doomed her, and to this day she keeps up with gymnastics both as a fun hobby and as exercise. Her childhood with three brothers also left her with a fondness for casual vidya. She holds a recently found soft spot for cooking as a 3rd hobby, but has a lot to learn there.
As an adult, she's held many positions both skilled and unskilled over the years, never sticking to any one thing for too long. Monotony at work sucks the life out of her, and doing the same thing day in and day out leaves her fatigued.
Her birthday is November 2nd, and she bemoans this, as her winter coat begins to grow in around then. She thinks the half-grown fur makes her look awkward at every birthday party she's ever had.