Beatrice Reins, Technical Officer, 32

Human female. Beatrice falls short of the average stature, standing at 5'0 and weighing more or less 115 lbs. She has light eyes and short blonde hair, that which is down most of the time or on occasion, pulled back into a ponytail. She has a light complexion and is blemish free. Beatrice doesn't have tattoos or any other distinguishing marks on her body.

Born and raised in a small family of 3 in Montreal, Beatrice was used to hanging out by herself from a young age. She wasn't spoiled by any means, but nonetheless she was the typical troublemaker. Her parents would often get calls from school about her behavior, and she wasn't a stranger to various forms of discipline, even those frowned upon by people against corporal punishment. Throughout the years, Beatrice made friends with both the good and the bad, and she learned a number of skills, but she was primarily interested in technology.

By the time she had completed her secondary education, Beatrice was a rather talented hacker. She would spend some of her free time messing with those whom she believed to have wronged her, but she didn't necessarily mean any harm. One day, however, Beatrice was asked if she could access some classified files by an acquaintance of hers. She did as asked, mainly as a favor, but she wasn't careful enough to cover up her tracks. As a result, a couple of agents showed up at her door and took her in for questioning. Beatrice's parents weren't the least bit pleased when they found out their daughter had practically thrown away her entire future. The girl was questioned for hours on end, and she answered truthfully every bit of the way. Realizing what they had on their hands, Beatrice was extended an invitation to attend the Star Academy in lieu of being incarcerated. She took a few moments to consider either option, but it was a no-brainer for her, and she accepted their offer.

Back home, her parents couldn't be more thrilled for what awaited her, their attitudes a stark contrast from when she had last seen them. Word of her pending departure got around and Beatrice realized she was two friends short because she had apparently been labeled a sellout. While their decisions bothered her, Beatrice never followed up in an attempt to get an apology. She knew she would soon meet more people than she could keep track of.

A bit of a hot head. Beatrice doesn't have much patience as she tends to sweat the little things. That's not to say she blows up in people's faces because she'd rather avoid confrontation, but she does have her short fuse. On the plus side, Beatrice is the intelligent type and doesn't have a problem doing a job she's been told to do. She much prefers to be left alone when engaged in a difficult task, but she doesn't mind being interrupted for a brief moment if someone needs her help with something.

As of lately, Beatrice has taken it upon herself to work out on a daily basis. She's incorporated a strenuous exercise regimen into her daily routine and as a result, her body has toned up a bit. Beatrice enjoys her new lifestyle and doesn't plan on stopping any time soon in order to remain in shape.

Beatrice is iron deficient; she occasionally experiences lightheadedness, extreme fatigue and weakness, and shortness of breath. Should she take the damn iron supplements? Absolutely, but that doesn't mean she goes through with it. Her excuse: "It make me feel nauseated".