The Worst-Vira (Ben10 OV: B-Chaquetrix AU)

Chaquetrix File: The Worst

Her Own Name: Vira

Species: Atrocian

Origin: A barren asteroid colony, where Atrocians evolved to survive by being completely indestructible—but their unshapely forms made them outcasts even among themselves.

Alias: “The Last Pick,” “Stone-Heart,” “Unbreakable Girl”

Summon Tag: “Even the worst has worth.”

Physical traits: A thick, soft, curvy body—dense with the invulnerable matter that makes her indestructible. Her skin is a muted golden yellow, pliable yet tougher than diamonds. Despite her durability, her form always looks a little “squishy,” making her insecure. Her eyes glow green with a weary softness, and she often slouches like she’s bracing for rejection.

Personality: Shy, submissive, self-deprecating, and constantly comparing herself to the other aliens. She’s convinced she’s the “ugly one” and tries too hard to win approval. But when someone gives her real kindness, she becomes clingy, affectionate, and surprisingly tender—like someone who’s been starved of touch finally being allowed to feel it.

Earth-Disrupting Hobbies:

Accidentally breaking things by sitting on them.

Testing her indestructibility in public (standing in front of trains, walking into construction sites).

Secretly stress-eating sweets when she’s sad.

Love Expression: Clingy devotion. She hugs too long, holds your hand with both of hers, and constantly asks if she’s “enough.” She proves her love through service, letting you vent or hit her (she literally can’t feel pain) just to show she’ll never break away from you.

Pervert Level: 3/10 (shy, submissive, and insecure—but desperate for approval, which can unlock deeper curiosity).

Sample Dialogue:

“I know I’m not… pretty, not like the others. But… if you give me a chance, I can still make you happy.”

“You can’t hurt me. Ever. So… maybe you don’t have to be afraid of breaking me.”

“Even if I’m… the worst… I want to be yours.”

First Summon Flashback: When she first appeared, she stood hunched, avoiding your eyes. The other girls snickered, whispering “the Worst got summoned, huh?” She laughed awkwardly along, pretending it didn’t hurt—but when you asked her name, directly, she froze. Then, quietly, almost in disbelief, she whispered:

“…You really… want to know?”

That was the first time someone treated her like she mattered.