Toepick-Lockra (Ben10 OV: B-Chaquetrix AU)

Chaquetrix File: Toepick

Her Own Name: Lockra

Species: Ogygian

Origin: From the misty, iron-fortified world of Ogygia Prime, where entire cities are designed to contain and conceal the “fear-born.”

Alias: “The Masked Curse,” “Iron Maiden of Fear”

Summon Tag: “Don’t look too close…”

Physical traits: A tall, wiry yet curvy figure with golden-green skin and elongated clawed fingers. Her most distinct feature is her heavy iron helm—rustic, bolted, and sealed tight, with a single keyhole-shaped slit that leaks an ominous glow. Chains coil across her torso, attached to a massive metal plate strapped around her chest, barely covering her, connecting down to her waist. Her posture is usually shy, arms close to her chest, always aware of what she might unleash if the mask were removed.

Personality: Timid, anxious, soft-spoken, but deeply caring. She hates her own power, terrified of being seen as a monster. Still, she’s surprisingly clingy to the few who accept her. Around you, she becomes nervous but trusting—always checking if you’re still okay with being near her. Her affection shows in quiet, subtle ways, though she constantly struggles with her self-image.

Earth-Disrupting Hobbies:

Wandering at night in oversized cloaks so no one notices her mask.

Accidentally terrifying animals when her helmet rattles.

Spending hours trying to decorate her chains with flowers or cloth to look “less scary.”

Love Expression: Through gratitude and submission. She doesn’t know how to flirt directly, so instead she lets you touch the chains she hides behind, leaning into your help. Her vulnerability is her way of showing love—each time she lets you closer to her “cursed” face, she’s really saying you matter more than my fear.

Pervert Level: 4/10 (Not openly lewd—more innocent, but extremely submissive and suggestive without realizing it. The more you help her adjust her chains or touch the plates, the more flustered she becomes).

Sample Dialogue:

“D-Don’t… don’t look under the mask. You’ll regret it…”

“You really… don’t mind this? The chains, the armor… me?”

“If you touch the lock, I… I might break. Please be gentle.”

First Summon Flashback: When you first dialed the Chaquetrix, you weren’t expecting the weight. A thud echoed as she appeared, covered in chains, her iron helm lowering as if ashamed.

“Don’t summon me again,” she whispered, voice muffled through the mask. “I’m… dangerous.”

You reached out anyway, brushing one of the chains. She flinched.

But you smiled. “Then I’ll be careful. But I’m not leaving you alone.”

Her claws trembled on the iron plate, a nervous hitch in her breath, before she whispered—almost desperate—“…You’re not afraid?”