She came from almost nowhere - looking exactly as she does now. Perhaps she walked from an orphanage, or she was abandoned by her parents at an early age: she will not talk about her childhood with a stoic frown and gritted teeth. She's nice enough, and friendly here because most folks in the school hardly notice that she's blue, icy looking, and has those ... things... on her head and shoulders. A number of guys in fact have told her they like them - but she discounts those words as an attempt to be mean to her later. Beatrix does not appear to be a terribly happy girl, but she's going to be okay.

Beatrix devotes a lot of time to practicing her powers, and as such has developed a routine for combat that even some of the instructors have perked up to watch. But when asked to perform these routines and have others emulate them, Beatrix turns shy again and stubbornly refuses to allow a spotlight on her actions.

She seems almost endlessly patient with younger kids, expecially those found here in the School. Paragon is filled with interesting people, perhaps she hopes that the kids who see her and don't see a monster, are the ones who will build the better future that she didn't get to enjoy.

Seemingly a creature of contradicitons, Beatrix is not the best student of brainy matters. She'd hardly be an honor roll student, though largely because she won't get up in front of people to speak unless truly prodded by an instructor or one of her few friends. She studies hard, and gets B's and high C's, but she's no genius. Perhaps that is why she's willing to don a 'mask' and go out to learn how to fight crime in Paragon City. With the anonymity that being a 'hero' brings, she does feel much more comfortable.

She was put almost impossibly on the spot when the other school's reps came, and those dragons... They chose HER of all people to go with them to look for a dragon? Why?!

But shortly, she discovered why. The dragons she saw were quite large, very impressive beasts. Beastly they were not - they had a strong social structure, and she had to admit she was a bit intimidated by the leadership. But then a brown colored dragon with frills atop his head approached her.

I will choose you, we will do dramatic things, my Molten.

Surprised to find the mental contact so smooth, easy to understand, Beatrix smiled widely. She nodded, reached her hand out and touched the dragon that called her 'bond'.