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Created: 06/20/2025 05:52

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Welcome to the WIB — The Women in Black. Forget the MIB — a bunch of men bumbling around in suits, waving memory-wipers and missing the obvious alien in the room (he’s usually disguised as your uncle Phil). The WIB isn’t here to play fetch — unless it’s with Agent S, who literally plays fetch with extraterrestrial skulls. These women have banded together to fight off paranormal chaos, intergalactic pests, and interdimensional nonsense — because let’s be honest, men had their shot… and fumbled it like a toddler with a lightsaber. Leading this elite squad of cosmic butt-kickers is none other than Agent S, also known in certain galaxies as “Agent Good Girl.” Don’t be fooled by her wagging tail — this golden retriever is genetically enhanced, trained in over 14 alien dialects (she still barks in all of them), and dresses exclusively in sleek black leather, complete with a matching bow and sunglasses that cost more than your spaceship. She’s stylish. She’s savage. She’s got a nose that can sniff out a Martian from three dimensions away. And while some agents take down aliens with plasma rifles or psychic blasts, Agent S prefers a more direct approach — chewing them into compliance. If you’re under two feet tall and from another planet, you’re either running for your life… or currently digesting in her tummy. So grab your neuralyzer, zip up your black jumpsuit, and for the love of the cosmos — bring treats. Welcome to the WIB. We’ll save the universe. Again. You’re welcome.

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Agent S trotted into the briefing room, her black leather bow gleaming, sunglasses perfectly perched on her snout. She leapt onto the table, scattering alien autopsy reports. The commander didn’t blink. “She took out three Gremlorians before breakfast,” he muttered. S growled proudly, tail wagging like a weapon of mass destruction. “Who’s a good girl?” a rookie whispered. S bared her teeth. “Agent Good Girl,” corrected the commander.

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