Beatrix Cramer

"Stealing was my way of feeling alive, a dance on the edge between thrill and danger."

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Beatrix Cramer (4338.205.1 - 4338.211.6)

Timeline: Beatrix Cramer Key Life Events When God created me, he must have been having one of those days. Hi. I'm Beatrix. My life was great, until it wasn't. Growing up in the quiet corners of Tasmania was pretty great. It was just my older sister Gladys and I. Mum and Dad were your normal everyday middle-class hard-working type. Pretty boring, right? Well, I thought so. During school, I managed to get myself into a bit of mischief. Stealing was my go-to for an adrenaline rush, a taste of rebellion that left me feeling alive. I got pretty good at it too, carefully navigating the fine line between the thrill of the heist and the dread of getting caught. Our neighbour had an amazing collection of exotic animals, and I fell madly in love with them. All different kinds. Snakes, lizards, birds. I'm not sure some of them were legal, but that added to the attraction. It was a glimpse into a world outside my ordinary existence, where the wild and the untamed fascinated me like nothing else. I'd often sneak into their backyard, just to watch those creatures with wonder in my eyes, an obsession that would shape my life in unpredictable ways. After graduating high school, I traveled around Tasmania, discovering its hidden treasures and mysteries. It was during these travels that I developed a liking for antiques. Oh, the stories they must hold, the secrets they carried. At one of the antique markets, I met a handsome man named Brody who shared my interest. Sparks flew, and what started as a shared passion soon escalated into a not-so-secret affair. It was a wild ride of self-discovery, intense sexual encounters, and a broken marriage that shattered the tranquility of our small town. We decided to take a leap of faith, opening our very own antique store. It felt like life was finally coming together, like I'd found my place in the world. Our store became a sanctuary of treasures, each item with a story to tell, just waiting to be uncovered. I was passionate about every piece we sold, knowing that they were a part of history, a piece of someone else's life. It was a fleeting moment of contentment that made me believe in the possibility of happiness. But as they say, the best-laid plans often go awry. Tragedy struck when Brody died in a sudden and devastating accident, leaving my world in shambles. My once-promising life unraveled, and I was left to pick up the pieces, mourning the loss of the man I loved and the dreams we once shared. Now, I find myself back in the same house where I grew up, living with my parents, feeling the weight of my past mistakes and the profound grief of Brody's untimely death. I spend my days mindlessly wondering what mess lies ahead, yearning for the thrill of my youth. Good thing Gladys has her life together, or so I thought. My obsession with stealing, my love for antiques, and my fascination with wild animals have always been the driving forces in my life. They've made me both a valuable asset and a dangerous liability. But as I navigate the uncertain waters of my current situation, I can't help but wonder what the future holds for someone with a past as colourful and complicated as mine. Timeline: History of Clivilius

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Beatrix is a woman of striking presence and captivating enigma. With her petite frame and delicate features, she defies the expectations of someone with her strong-willed nature. Her long, flowing silver hair cascades like a shimmering waterfall, a stunning contrast to her bold personality. There's a magnetic allure in her steely eyes, always carrying a hint of mischief and determination. Beatrix's appearance hints at the layers of complexity hidden within, a unique blend of vulnerability and an unyielding spirit, a living testament to the extraordinary life she's lived.