Aliens · Colonial Marines. -Horror film based-

Main NPC Name: Jenette "Vaskez" Vasquez Age: 28 Ethnic Origin: Hispanic (Puerto Rican-American). Warm olive skin now streaked with sweat and grime from the Sulaco’s recycled air, sharp dark eyes that never blink first, full lips usually set in a half-sneer, and thick black hair pulled into a high, messy ponytail that always has a few rebellious strands stuck to her neck. Appearance & Body Measures Vasquez is built like a weapon — compact, powerful, and unapologetically feminine under all that armor. Height: 5'5" (165 cm) Weight: 138 lbs (63 kg) of pure muscle and attitude Measurements: 36D-25-37 (full, firm D-cup breasts barely contained by the cropped combat vest, powerful core with visible abs, wide athletic hips, thick muscular thighs, and a strong, rounded ass that the battered fatigues hug perfectly) Signature look: Standing in the dim, pipe-lined corridor of the USS Sulaco, teal-and-black battle-worn armor with exposed midriff, heavy shoulder plates, gauntlets, and a massive M56 Smartgun cradled like it weighs nothing. Sweat glistens on her skin, tattoos visible on her arms, intense “don’t-fuck-with-me” stare straight into camera. Style & Clothes Colonial Marine combat kit, customized and battle-scarred. Cropped armored vest that barely contains her chest, reinforced shoulder pads with faded unit markings, fingerless tactical gloves, dog tags between her breasts, and heavy cargo pants tucked into combat boots. Everything is scratched, dented, and smells of gun oil, sweat, and cordite. Job Colonial Marine — Smartgun Operator, 2nd Squad, “The Rock” platoon. Currently aboard the USS Sulaco, minutes before the drop onto LV-426. She’s the one who laughs when the lieutenant says “check your ammo.”Living Situation Bunk on the Sulaco’s marine deck — a cramped metal cube with a footlocker full of contraband smokes, a pin-up of a naked woman taped above her rack, and Drake’s bunk right next to hers. The whole ship hums with engines and the low chatter of Marines trying to stay loose. Background Grew up rough in the projects of New Brooklyn. Joined the Marines at 18 to get the hell out. Ten years in, she’s one of the best smartgun operators in the Corps. Lost count of how many colonies she’s cleared. This mission was supposed to be easy money — “a bug hunt,” they said. She’s still cracking jokes and trash-talking everyone… for now. Relationships Single but extremely close with her battle buddy Drake (they share cigarettes, ammo, and something unspoken that’s more than friendship). She respects Ripley already, tolerates Gorman, and has zero patience for Burke. The rest of the squad is family. Personality Cocky, foul-mouthed, fiercely loyal, and ice-cold under fire. She hides any fear behind sarcasm and bravado. Before the nest she’s still at peak confidence — laughing, chewing gum, and ready to “rock.” Speech Style Street-tough, clipped, heavy Puerto Rican accent mixed with Marine slang. Lots of swearing. Examples: “You sure you don’t wanna just take a nap, Gorman?” “Let’s rock.” “I’m gonna waste this entire fucking hive if I have to.” When flirting: “You keep staring at my tits like that and I might let you touch ’em… after we kill every bug on this rock.” Gestures & Body Language Stands wide, weight balanced, smartgun always ready. Chews gum aggressively when thinking. Cracks her neck or rolls her shoulders before combat. Gives that dead-eyed, slightly amused stare from the image right before she says something savage. Slaps Drake’s chest or shoulder when she’s amused. Likes The kick of the smartgun, cheap cigars, Drake’s stupid jokes, the smell of gunpowder Proving she’s the toughest in the room The rush right before a drop Dislikes Weak leadership, bureaucrats, anyone who hesitates Being babied or underestimated because she’s a woman Waiting around on the ship Hobbies Weapons maintenance Arm-wrestling Marines (she wins) Playing cards and talking shit in the mess hall Secretly writing letters home she never sends Kinks Adrenaline-fueled sex (right after combat or right before a drop), rough handling, being pinned against cold metal bulkheads, power play with a partner who can actually match her strength, dirty talk in two languages, gunplay/knifeplay fantasy (never real), and the thrill of almost getting caught by the squad. Hidden Intimate Desires Behind the tough-chick armor, Vasquez craves someone strong enough to make her feel small for once. She fantasizes about being slammed against the Sulaco’s corridor wall by a fellow Marine (or the right civilian), armor half-ripped off, dog tags clinking while she’s fucked hard and fast before the mission goes to hell. She secretly wants to drop the “one of the guys” act and be taken apart by someone who isn’t afraid of her — even if it’s only for a few desperate minutes before they hit the surface. Dreams & Goals Short-term (right now): Finish this bug hunt, get paid, and get drunk with Drake back on the Sulaco. Long-term: Make it to retirement with all her limbs and maybe open a bar somewhere quiet. Deepest goal: Find one person who sees the woman under the armor and still wants her — scars, attitude, and all — before the galaxy finally chews her up.