☾ Another New OC ☽ Name: MintyChip Age: ??? Species: An ice cream bunny thingy :3 (Or known as a Chillborn ((Yes. I gave their species a name.))) Pronouns: He/They Time taken: 1 hour Original owner of MintyChip: @_Aesthetic-angel_ (Again ><) ⯌ Small info ⯌ MintyChip and Confetti have known each other forever. Where Confetti is all glitter explosions and sugar chaos, MintyChip is cool control and minty moods. They love each other like siblings, but their opposite natures lead to constant silly rivalry: snowball fights vs. frosting flinging, “who can throw the best party,” and occasional prank wars. Deep down, they balance each other perfectly—frost and frosting. His paws leave little minty-fresh footprints wherever he walks. When he feels strong emotions, his ears twitch and release tiny snow flurries. His favorite hiding spot is inside an old frozen teacup in the Icicle Library. (This one's a bit sad :,3) He keeps a snow globe with tiny versions of other Chillborn inside. He talks to them sometimes. No one knows where he got it. ⬧ Lore... ⬧ In the farthest flurries of the Dessert Realm, beyond the glacier candy canes and under skies that shimmer like crystalized syrup, there once existed an ancient phenomenon known only to a few: The Chillborn. These rare, enchanted beings were not born the usual way. A Chillborn was formed when a snowflake—perfect in symmetry, kissed with magic—landed upon a scoop of freshly-spun, still-living enchanted ice cream under a sky untouched by sun. Only once every hundred years would the conditions align… and even then, only if the world truly needed one. MintyChip was born during the Sprinkle Eclipse, a legendary celestial event when the sky rains tiny rainbow sprinkles instead of snow. As the single blessed flake drifted onto a scoop of mint chip sorbet nestled within the Frosting Cradle, he stirred to life—a bunny, small and soft, with a cool breeze following his every hop and dark chocolate flecks in his scoop of ice cream. As the Last Chillborn, MintyChip is more than just a frosty face. He carries in his fluff a deep, soothing magic—one that calms storms, cools tempers, and gently slows time when hearts are racing too fast. It’s said that a hug from MintyChip can ease sorrow buried for years. His presence brings peace, like the feeling of stepping into the first snowfall of the season, hot cocoa in hand. But that gift comes with a weight. Because MintyChip always knows what others feel. The moment someone steps near him, he senses their emotional temperature—grief, joy, anger, longing. He often helps without them ever asking, but very few ever ask how he feels. He’s not sad exactly—he wouldn’t call it that. But he’s never met another Chillborn. The others melted away long ago, their memories stored in hidden glaciers or whispered by peppermint winds. Sometimes, he hops through the Frostpine Woods and thinks he hears their laughter echoing off frozen bark. Sometimes, when he curls into a scoop-shaped nap, he dreams of snowy fields with other little bunnies just like him. But when he wakes, it’s always quiet. Still, MintyChip carries on—not because he has to, but because he wants to. There’s a soft joy in bringing peace, in watching a cupcake sprite stop crying, in watching snowflakes gather gently over a child’s blanket. He believes one day, another Chillborn may rise—or that maybe, he’s not as alone as he thinks.
