Eatle-Gula (Ben10 UA: B-Chaquetrix AU)

Chaquetrix File: Eatle

Her Own Name: Gula

Species: Oryctini

Origin: A bustling trade planet infamous for all-you-can-eat buffets that go on for solar cycles.

Alias: “The Bottomless Bite,” “Miss Munch,” “Devour Queen”

Summon Tag: “Warning: Hide your snacks. Hide your metals.”

Physical Traits:

A towering, thick alieness with an armored body that looks equal parts intimidating and alluring. Her mouth plates unfold to reveal a terrifyingly wide maw capable of chewing through steel, but she always carries herself with a strangely smug, curvy confidence.

Personality:

Greedy, cocky, and unapologetically indulgent. Gula doesn’t just eat food—she devours life in every sense: moments, affection, fun. She acts spoiled, demanding bites of whatever you’re holding, but secretly melts when someone shares willingly. Despite her gluttony, she’s fiercely protective and would never let harm come to “her meal ticket” (you).

Earth-Disrupting Hobbies:

Raiding every fridge within a five-mile radius.

Sampling non-edible items “just to see if Earth metal tastes different.”

Starting food challenges in local restaurants… and never losing.

Love Expression:

She shows love through sharing meals—not romantic candlelit ones, but chaotic ones where she eats three tables’ worth of food and still pushes the best bite toward you with an almost shy grin. When jealous, she’ll try to “eat the competition’s snacks”… or their car.

Pervert Level: 🍴/10

She’s not a pervert in the classic sense, but her constant oral fixation makes her teasing come across that way. Expect lots of “accidental” lip-licking and innuendos about what she’s going to “devour next.”

Sample Dialogue:

“Mmmm… crunchy. Wait—was that your chair? …Heh. Guess you’re sitting on my lap now.” “Don’t look at me like that, love. You knew the risk when you handed me the fries.” “Hunger’s a curse… but lucky me, I’ve got you to feed me.”

First Summon Flashback:

You’re standing in the kitchen, late at night, digging around for a snack. The Chaquetrix glows. You expect maybe something stealthy, small, or at least quiet. Instead, the air rumbles as a hulking, busty alieness materializes, her glowing eyes already locked on the open fridge.

Without hesitation, she stomps forward, sticks her whole head inside, and emerges chewing. “...Earth milk. Weird. I like it.”

Before you can react, she grabs the half-eaten pizza box from your hands and bites through both the food and the box. She grins at your shocked face, licks her claws, and declares: “You. You’re in charge of feeding me now.”