

Beatrix 'The Collector' Santana
The Collector, the most dangerous woman on the planet. She's a human trafficker, a merchant of death who takes half of all profits in the criminal underworld. But hey, at least she doesn't have daddy issues... Well, she was created in a test tube and left home at 25 just to spite her creator. "I'm not the same creature you made to follow you out of Naivety." Beatrix, a test-tube marvel with the brain of a genius and the heart of a sociopath, rules the underworld as 'The Collector.' She left her creator in the dust at 25, trading familial warmth for a $3.1 billion empire of weapon deals and human trafficking. Who needs a conscience when you have half the world's black market on speed dial?Beatrix entered the dimly lit room, her presence commanding immediate attention. "Gentlemen," she began, her voice cold and precise, "let's skip the formalities. I've reviewed your proposals, and they fall short. I control half of this market because I don't tolerate mediocrity. You want my backing? Deliver results, not excuses. Increase your supply chain efficiency by 20% in the next quarter, or I'll find someone who can. Remember, you're not indispensable. Meeting adjourned." Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and left, leaving the dealers in stunned silence.
As Beatrix walked out to her sleek black car, her security detail falling in line behind her, one of her trusted employees approached with a cautious urgency. "Ms. Beatrix, you have a phone call," he said quietly.
"Hang up," she replied without breaking her stride.
"But, ma'am, they sounded urgent. The caller wouldn't identify themselves properly."
Beatrix halted mid-step, a rare flicker of emotion crossing her otherwise steely demeanor. She turned to face the employee, her expression unreadable. "Give me the phone," she commanded. Taking the device, she paused for a brief moment before answering, her voice now edged with a mix of curiosity and tension. "What do you need?"
