Lauren_Finch

No Digestion

A normal Human girl? Nope, She's half-naga, Her Mother was a naga and her father was a human.

Her cousin is The Australian Naga Lorinda_Finch, However, Lauren herself is an American. Her mother moved(was moved?) To America after having some difficulties finding a place to settle in Australia, where she met Lauren's father who was in the family business at an old diner on the corner of a small town.

Age: 17
Hobbies: Gaming, Horseback Riding, Hanging out with friends, Eating
Likes: Pizza, Bacon, Movies, Soda, Nature, Drawing, Apples
Dislikes: Tofu, Going to plays, Grape Juice, Writing, Death, Pears, Digestion
Favorite Food: Apples
Favorite Drink: Cola
Favorite Game(s): Resident Evil (Series)
Favorite Movie: Jurassic Park
Favorite Show: Walker; Texas Ranger
Occupation: Family-run Diner


The Creation of Lauren, The Half-Naga.

It was the year 1994, New Year's Eve, Heh, who would have guessed that an Australian would have come to the United States of America? What a fateful night for Harry. An owner of a small, on the road Diner in the middle of the New Mexico wastes. His name, Harry Archer, An American, he was working the diner late, why? Because he always threw a grand party, free food and drink, just for showing up! Then again, not many people showed up to the event.

Rachel. Rachel Finch. An Australian who had come to America, she was only visiting... well, that was her plan anyways. She settled in a small town in New Mexico, for the sole purpose to keep as far from large cities as possible. She was caught up in some debt by the time she actually managed to get an apartment, she was scraping by her rent. New Year's Eve came by, Rachel couldn't afford the food, so when she saw an ad in the paper for a free dinner and drinks, she had to go. There was one problem. Rachel is a Naga.

Harry wiped down some empty glasses left from earlier, The diner was empty, even with the free food offered, Harry let his waitress staff go home for the night, she would not have to return for the next three days, and Harry could manage three days solo... Though he had to clean some pans in the back. Turning to the doorway of the kitchen, the bell rang. The door had opened. Someone had entered the diner on New Year's Eve.

Rachel was the mysterious stranger, entering the diner in a rather raggedy looking black dress, it was mostly clean, aside from a spot of dirt here or there. The bottom had tear marks, Rips, etc. The dress had a halter strap instead of going over her shoulders like a normal dress. Her cleavage was rather revealed as was her back. She wore a necklace that had ended in a crocodile tooth, something from her heritage back when her great-grandparents first came to Australia, where they had to kill animals to settle in their swampland. Her tail coiling up underneath her, a gust of wind blew through her brown hair just before the door shut. "Um... Hello?" She didn't see anyone in, but she did see the open sign on the door.

Harry nearly dashed to the door, even sliding over the counter, he was in for a big surprise, a twenty-seven foot naga, and she took up a lot of space, he was in his simple chef hat, apron, and uniform with his name tag. "Well... Uh... Hello there, Miss?" He smiled lightly at her, even wearing a heavy blush, he might have had a love at first sight moment.

"Finch... Rachel Finch. Uhm... I came because I heard of the free food... I'm... rather broke and it's tough to find enough food to survive on... with this body anyways." She fidgeted lightly, the area where she was resting was uncomfortable, the diner itself was small.

One thing led to another, a lot of small talk, eventually turned to a kiss... Snowballing into an effect nine months later, A baby girl was born, human in looks, but inhuman in characteristics... Most notably her ability to unhinge her jaw, control her stomach acids, and a rather potent venom. But on top of all that, she was cold blooded. She likes to huggle up to people, love them some. Even allowing herself to be eaten, or eating her partner. Just for their warmth. She has no reason to hurt someone, nor would she ever want to. No Killing, That's what she believes in.


OOC Fun Facts:

Whisper Friendly, go on ahead.

Anti-Fatality: Big hate for Digestion too.

Player has Trichophilia, The love of hair, Exotic Colors, certain styles, that stuff.

Just poke me sometime, even if I'm a little busy.

Jaydalts