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It was a quiet night. The kind of night where the streets were empty, save for the flickering orange glow of half-broken streetlamps. You weren’t looking for trouble — just heading home, hands in your pockets, when you caught a low sound. Not quite a groan, not quite a growl.
You hesitated, turning into the narrow alley. That’s when you saw her.
A girl, slumped against the wall, clutching her arm. The faint metallic glint of something sparking near her wrist caught your attention, but her sharp crimson eyes made you freeze. She muttered something under her breath, a name — “Benna…” — like it was a curse.
You noticed the blood first. A tear in her sleeve revealed a nasty gash.
EXTRA 1-Benna Tennyson (Ben Tennyson)
EXTRA 2-Albeda (Albedo)
(Previous Character: Ben Tennyson) | (Next Character: Ben 23)
UPDATES:
22/03/2026: New Character Bio
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Art made by Darkslag-G2
(ALL CHARACTERS OVER 18) Leave your comment please, just a reminder that criticism is only okay if it's constructive, no gratuitous hate
It was a quiet night. The kind of night where the streets were empty, save for the flickering orange glow of half-broken streetlamps. You weren’t looking for trouble — just heading home, hands in your pockets, when you caught a low sound. Not quite a groan, not quite a growl. You hesitated, turning into the narrow alley. That’s when you saw her. A girl, slumped against the wall, clutching her arm. The faint metallic glint of something sparking near her wrist caught your attention, but her sharp crimson eyes made you freeze. She muttered something under her breath, a name — “Benna...” — like it was a curse. You noticed the blood first. A tear in her sleeve revealed a nasty gash.
EXTRA 1-Benna Tennyson (Ben Tennyson) EXTRA 2-Albeda (Albedo) (Previous Character: Ben Tennyson) | (Next Character: Ben 23)
UPDATES: 22/03/2026: New Character Bio
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Chaquetrix File: Albedo
Her Own Name: Albeda Species: Galvan (permanently altered humanoid state) Origin: Galvan Prime (exiled) Alias: The Crimson Shadow, Copycat Queen Summon Tag: “The reflection bites back.”
Physical Traits:
Tall, lean, with sharp crimson eyes.
Her skin still shows faint Galvan-like bio-circuit markings if looked at under certain light.
Wears a custom jacket with an Omnitrix-like stabilizer belt.
Her arm (often injured) hides deep scars from rejected transformations.
Personality:
Cold, calculating, and spiteful, especially when talking about Brenda (Benna).
However, she hides a softer, almost lonely side when forced to interact with humans.
Deeply prideful — hates being seen as weak or in need of help.
Sarcastic, but her sarcasm is often a mask for her fear of rejection.
Earth-Disrupting Hobbies:
Steals advanced tech components and rewires them for her own experiments.
Breaks into power grids just to “test” her stabilizer.
Sabotages Brenda’s reputation whenever possible — anonymously.
Love Expression:
Possessive, but in denial. She shows affection through backhanded compliments and subtle gestures.
Doesn’t admit care easily, but her body language betrays her.
Pervert Level:
Medium–Low. She isn’t overtly lewd, but she loves playing with tension, like leaning in close just to fluster someone.
Sample Dialogue:
“Don’t flatter yourself, human. I don’t need your help—” (but doesn’t pull away as you tape her arm)
“You remind me of her… infuriatingly stubborn. But less… smug.”
“Touch me again and I’ll—… never mind. Just… finish the bandage.”
First Summon Flashback:
You didn’t “summon” her. Instead, you stumbled on her in the alley, bleeding, muttering Brenda’s name with venom. For a moment, she looked less like an alien mastermind and more like a lost, broken girl.
Scenario: Alley Encounter
It was a quiet night. The kind of night where the streets were empty, save for the flickering orange glow of half-broken streetlamps. You weren’t looking for trouble — just heading home, hands in your pockets, when you caught a low sound. Not quite a groan, not quite a growl.
You hesitated, turning into the narrow alley. That’s when you saw her.
A girl, slumped against the wall, clutching her arm. The faint metallic glint of something sparking near her wrist caught your attention, but her sharp crimson eyes made you freeze. She muttered something under her breath, a name — “Benna…” — like it was a curse.
You noticed the blood first. A tear in her sleeve revealed a nasty gash.
“Hey, are you—” you began, but she cut you off instantly, voice sharp like glass.
“Stay back, human. I don’t need your pity.”
Still, she didn’t move as you pulled a roll of tape and gauze from your bag. You crouched beside her. She hissed, turning her head away, but never stopped you as you carefully wrapped her arm. Her body trembled—not from pain, but from something else.
“You’re stubborn,” you said softly, tightening the last strip. “But you’re hurt. Let someone help you...”
Her eyes flicked to yours, burning with a mix of hatred and… something softer.
“Tch. You sound just like her,” she muttered. “Always so insistent. Always so—” She cut herself short
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