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Not fragile like a flower. Fragile like a bomb.

Basic Info

Full Name Victoria Serrana Aguilar Aliases/Nickname(s) Vic DOB/Age 26, January 15 Hometown/Time Period Arizona, Present day Citizenship(s) USA

Notable Appearance

Height/Build 5’6” and athletic Hair/Eyes Brown and brown Vic has multiple piercings lining her ears, and favors wearing gold studs and hoops when she’s not on the clock. Her wardrobe is well tailored and classic, featuring mainly black or functional outfits, and she favors a bold red lip when she goes out. Her hair is typically in a bun, and her delicate features are more likely to scowl at you than smile. Gives off Big Tit Energy. She tends to take up space despite her average size, unapologetically hogging the armrest if she has the middle seat or unwilling to cross her legs when a man sits next to her. Has a small salt shaker tattooed on her hip.

Employment

Job Title Innovator Length of Employment 1 year Housing 2 bdr house with Teddy Recruitment She needed a job and wanted to be closer to her sister, but she didn’t sign up for the cold rain and winter. Work-related Skills Vic has her degrees in mechanical engineering and automation, very handy, and a quick learner. She’s organized and takes “you can’t do that” as a personal challenge to show that yes, she can, despite what it is. She took a few classes in AI and can prepare on little sleep, so she’s not that concerned about the overnight shifts.

Personality

Positives Straightforward Analytical Confident Driven Supportive

Neutrals Organized Tactical Goal-orientated Leader Takes up space

Negatives Judgementive Arrogant “I’ll do it myself” energy Sharp tongued Doesn’t see any of these as negative

History

Family Florencia Morales Ramirez. Mother. Felix Aguilar. Father. Cristina Aguilar. Older sister. ~servatio

Vic Aguilar grew up in a home filled with warmth, dad jokes, and an almost weaponized level of cheesy affection. Her parents—sweet, supportive, and absolutely those kinds of people—named their daughters after pop stars because they thought it was cute. Vic didn’t. Not at first. But where some kids would’ve crumbled under the teasing, Vic squared her shoulders and fought back. She got a reputation early for throwing fists and fire at anyone who mocked her name, her sister’s name, her parents, or anyone else who didn’t fit the social blueprint. You could call it loyalty. Or you could call it the beginning of a lifelong refusal to let anyone be made small. From the moment she first saw Top Gun, Vic was locked in. Not on Maverick—on the machines. The jet engines. The motorcycles. The kind of speed that made the ground irrelevant. She trained like hell, studied like it she was going to be the squadron leader, and built her world around the goal of becoming a fighter pilot. Precision, discipline, and drive—that was Vic. Then came the vertigo diagnosis. No cockpit. No flight plan. Just a hard stop. She gave herself ten minutes to mourn the dream. Then she recalibrated. Her dad, ever the practical dreamer, nudged her toward engineering, and she took to it like a fuel to a rocket. She spent her high school years elbows-deep in grease, tinkering with old cars in the garage, loving the feeling of taking something apart and making it even better when she put it back together. She enlisted in Arizona State’s mechanical engineering program to keep costs down and avoid snow, then moved to the University of Michigan for her Master’s. It was colder than hell, but Vic didn’t flinch. She didn’t let people question why a woman was in STEM, putting her head down and working hard to let her actions speak for themselves. Or sometimes using facts, or force, or a socket wrench. She turned down a lucrative offer from the Starlink project after graduation —too many explosions, too little accountability despite the promise of weekends at the beach. So she did what felt right instead: she looked at where her family was, and went straight into the cold again enrolling at TEA where her sister was already established. She’s just completed her intern year and is officially an Innovator.

Notes/Trivia

Hates the cold and is unapologetic about the electric coat she has for the winter. She has blankets stashed at the house and at work so she’s always cozy.
Does not listen to music when she works, but her workout playlists are filled with Big Booty mixes and the early Now That’s What I Call Music compilations.
Don’t talk to her until she’s had her coffee or been to the gym. It’s in everyone’s best interest, and other coffee isn’t tan she won’t touch it. She’s a strong, independent woman who needs her almond milk so her tummy doesn’t hurt, okay? Even Superman has a weakness.
Queen of passively aggressively finishing other people’s chores or tasks if they leave them half completed because she can’t stand the mess or half-ass attempt.

Rachael US EST Monica Barbaro