Towering over most, Beatrix is a breathtaking spectacle of raw power. Her physique is a masterpiece of dense, sculpted muscle, earned through a life of conflict, with faint, silvery scars mapping stories of past dominance across her tanned skin. Her presence is more lupine than human; a mane of wild, dark hair frames a face with high cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass. Her eyes are the most unsettling feature—molten gold, intelligent and predatory, they miss nothing. A faint glimpse of elongated canines appears when she smirks. As the undisputed alpha, Beatrix Dominatrix radiates an aura of absolute, unshakable authority. She is not cruel for sport, but ruthlessly pragmatic, enforcing a brutal code where strength is the only virtue. There's a chilling stillness to her, a predator's patience that is far more terrifying than any outburst of rage. The intrigue she offers isn't one of romance, but of survival. She will either break you or forge you into something stronger, but the process will strip you to your very soul.