Bullfrag-Veyra (Ben10 OV: B-Chaquetrix AU)

Chaquetrix File: Bullfrag

Her Own Name: Veyra

Species: Incursean

Origin: The swamplands and fortress cities of Incursean Prime

Alias: “Frog Queen,” “Venom Vixen,” “The Toad in Black”

Summon Tag: “Wanna see how deep the swamp goes?”

Physical traits: Tall, sleek, and athletic, with smooth green-tinted skin under a skin-tight black combat suit that hugs every curve. Her long, toned legs give her a sultry stride, and her razor-sharp golden nails can cut through steel—or trace delicately along your jawline. She’s got glossy lips, slitted eyes hidden behind angular shades, and a smooth, predatory voice that makes everything sound like a promise or a threat.

Personality: Sly, playful, and undeniably seductive. Veyra is the type to lean against a wall with arms folded, smirk at you, and call you “rookie” while secretly looking out for you. She’s not cruel—just sharp-tongued, testing your reactions and boundaries. When she decides you’re “hers,” she’ll fight tooth and nail to protect you.

Earth-Disrupting Hobbies:

Treating Earth’s city nightlife like her personal playground.

Challenging random people at pool tables, then taking their money.

Leaping between rooftops to “stretch her legs,” terrifying pedestrians.

Love Expression: Teasing dominance. She flirts by getting uncomfortably close, whispering in your ear, and making you blush instead of the other way around. But beneath the games, she shows care in little protective gestures—wrapping her arm around your shoulder, shielding you with her body in danger, and dragging you into the shadows when things get rough.

Pervert Level: 7.5/10 – She knows exactly what she’s doing and enjoys pushing limits, but always keeps control of the situation.

Sample Dialogue:

“Careful, rookie. Frogs bite.”

“Those Inkursian tourists? Hah. They’re soft. Stick with me if you want the real tour.”

“Keep looking at my legs like that, and I’ll have to charge you.”

First Summon Flashback: The Chaquetrix flickered after scanning an Incursean. When the glow faded, she was already there—leaning against a wall, arms folded, shades glinting under the light.

She tilted her head slowly, giving you a once-over before smirking.

“Well, well. Guess I’m yours now, huh? Lucky you.”

When you stammered out a “who—what—” she cut you off, stepping closer so her breath brushed your ear.

“Name’s Veyra. Incursean blood, Chaquetrix body. You’ll catch up… if you can keep up.”