Name: Lola Miladrin
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Skin: Caucasian with tan lines.
Eyes: A light green that pierces souls.
Height: 5’2, commonly called a shrimp by her brother.
Age: Appears to be about 18.
My brother, Dracon Miladrin and I have survived together for as long as I can remember. The faces of our parents are practically faded, all I know is that they abandoned us and ever since we’ve had to fend for ourselves. Do I ever get upset at the thought of that? Sure I do. It’s bullshit quit frankly, but life moves on. I believe I’ve proven that I can protect myself anyway. Despite this, Dracon thinks he’s this high and mighty king that can boss me around the way he wants. I refuse to listen to his stupid antics and commands. I’m not a little girl, I can take care of myself and I don’t care how much older he is than me. I admit that he provides certain things for me, and sure, he protects me too. Overall he handles things, but men are supposed to handle things like that. Speaking of handling things, just the other day we had this crazy run in with some thug right after we stepped off of the ship at the starport to Viscara. Dracon gave him a good punch! It was wild, but what was even worse was that some cannibal hobo came behind the guy and flat out gnawed on him like an afternoon snack! We were terrified and we ran. I was worried for Dracon and his bloody nose. Luckily we met a few people who helped us and gave us a tour around too. They were very kind and patient. I stayed by Dracon’s side for the rest of the night, I didn’t think twice about letting go of his arm and snuggled into his embrace. He annoys me, but I admit that I couldn’t survive without him.
