Senna
the Strange Bartender
- Species: 'Elf'
- Name: Senna
- Gender: It's complicated.
- Height: 5'8"
- Weight: 128 lbs
- Eyes: Cordovan
- Age: It's just a number.
- Occupation: Bartender
- Favorite Food: If she's giving you her attention, most likely you.
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Senna's Story
Senna is an unassuming, mild-mannered bartender at the local party hotspot. Attractive enough with raven black hair and a strange pink scratch-mark style scar hovering over her left eye, the first time you see this beauty definitely leaves an impression in your mind. The scars over her eye seem to glow a bit when the light gets particularly dim, and when asked about the strange markings she just shrugs and mentions that they've been there since birth! No one has ever been able to figure out how they got there... That usually is enough to satisfy the curious, and the conversation simply moves on... A touch of exotic that leaves her in the back of your thoughts to add to her casual mystique~
Despite this Senna is a bit of a loner. She opts to keep her distance from most others. A dutiful worker and warm conversationalist, but
aside from people at the pub she doesn't really have friends, family, or a boyfriend to speak of. Outside work her hobbies aren't well
known, nor is she often seen anywhere but the pub, the local gym, and her modest apartment. She is friendly enough, but after talking with
her for a while one could pick up that there was something 'different' about the woman. Some decidedly human concepts were beyond her
understanding and earned a tilted head look as she tries to understand, like a foreigner to a new land trying to comprehend their customs.
Regardless, she makes a mean drink and makes sure to treat her regulars to a bit more for their dollar, keeping any suspicions about her to
nothing more than rumors at best. Senna's exotic look and strange mannerisms come from something very real, but most never find out until
it's far, far too late... None would ever question the relatively quiet, friendly girl working the bar about the rise in missing
persons in the more recent years; Often younger attractive victims in their early drinking years. Male and female alike, all that seems
to be left of these poor innocents varies. Sometimes it's a bloodless corpse, almost siphoned through many holes that riddle
the victim's body as if embraced by a cactus. Other times the body is simply cold and lifeless, eyes staring blankly off into space as if
there was nothing left of the soul inside to tell the tale of their demise. A few times things get even more gruesome; A splattering of
blood in a dark alley with some tattered remnants of clothes left in the mess that could only be identified through DNA analysis, not a
single scrap of flesh or bone to be found! Most often however, there is naught a thing to be found of these hapless victims. Simply a
missing person's report filed, and a bedroom left vacant... But surely this has nothing to do with a young bartender that... doesn't
seem to age much at all, right? She must just have good genes!
When questioned about the incidents, Senna's response is always the same. She mourns the loss, concerned and heartbroken to recount how
another one of her regulars went missing or winds up dead... But there isn't anything she can do, and she has to keep working to make rent!
Often times she asks for police to come by when she closes, to make sure she gets home safe even! Sometimes she even rides in their
cruiser to get home, just another terrified denizen trying to muddle her way through this crazy world.
But...
No one ever catches her broad, ear to ear grin~ No one ever hears that low rumble from deep in Senna's chest when she is alone as she
relishes in the way her meals slosh and churn deep in her alien gut...
Wait... Alien?!
Indeed... 'She' has been on the planet for quite some time now. Her first victim was a sweet, bubbly young blonde woman by the name of
Elizabeth, a denizen of a small rural town with no more than five thousand occupants. The only record of the girl is a missing person's
report long since deemed closed and cold. Consumed as a delicious first appetizer for what was to come. Without any witnesses, the girl
was simply 'replaced'. The first few years were... strange. Senna nearly starved when she struggled to lure in prey, often times scaring
them away long before they could be isolated! She was 'the odd one', the 'creepy weirdo' that no one could understand or wanted to get
close to. The 'crazy'. Slowly over time she adjusted. She learned. Over time the alien modified herself to test new ways of luring
in hapless prey. The Alien that became known as Senna began to evolve.
The nameless alien predator took over Elizabeth's body as a starter set, but now there is little that remains of poor Elizabeth's
figure. Her hair has changed to a deep raven black. Her chest became more full over time, and Senna learned to wear shirts to show just
enough to make her prey curious. Her hips became a bit more pronounced to match the vaunted 'hourglass' figure while staying lithe and
just muscular enough to denote some time spent at a gym. The voice softened, sounding more angelic than harsh or intimidating
(a lesson she learned very early on). Her ears became lengthened, and her skin darkened to become one of these exotic 'Elf'-like
creatures, all the more potent for luring in her future meals. 'She' -became- Senna. A perfect cover to learn and understand the world
while staying well fed in the process!
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