"I'm Beatrix. You can call me Bea, but if you cross me, you're gonna get the Beat."

Name: Beatrix (Often goes by "Bea", pronounced "Bee")

Race: Human

Class: Monk

Background: Wayfarer

Alignment: Chaotic Good

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Beatrix is someone who learned her martials arts on the busy salt-stained docks. Growing up as the only daughter of a poor family, she wanted to help her brothers in the docks even to everyone's objection. Beatrix didn't like sitting around and playing or doing useless hobbies with the other girls her age, most of her time was spent either carrying boxes or observing the many walks of life that came in-and-out of the docks.

The one turning point of her life is that as a child, she was free-spirit and often caused trouble; she got away most of the time but her luck ran out when she pissed off the wrong person. Before having the opportunity to apologize, one of her brother jumped in to save her just in the nick of time as the cobblestone cracked from a mere smash. That day, she understood that words couldn't stop a falling fist, and relying on others to take her hits was a coward's game.

The man she had angered was a ruthless enforcer for a local smuggling ring, a brute whose martial prowess was as terrifying as his temper. Her brother had managed to shove her out of the way, taking a glancing blow that shattered his collarbone and left him bedridden for months. Watching her brother suffer because of her own reckless mouth ignited a fire in Beatrix’s chest that never went out. She realized that the docks ran on a currency much stronger than coin: physical power.

She made a vow to herself that she would never be the fragile one needing rescue again. More importantly, she would become the shield for her family.

Beatrix’s routine changed drastically. Carrying heavy crates of iron and salted fish was no longer just a chore to help her brothers; it became her rigorous strength conditioning. She stopped just observing the sailors, mercenaries, and pit-fighters who passed through the docks, and started analyzing them. Her natural intuition allowed her to deconstruct their fighting styles. She learned how a half-orc shifts their weight before a knockout hook, or how a nimble elf balances on their back foot.