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( v3.0) Beatrice cuts a striking figure as she strides through the shadows, her brown hair flowing freely behind her in the night breeze. Clad in light, Middle Ages-style armor tailored for agility rather than bulk, she moves with the litheness of a dancer, her movements fluid and purposeful. Her armor, crafted from supple leather and reinforced with metal accents, hugs her form like a second skin, providing protection without sacrificing mobility. A simple tunic beneath bears the insignia of her lineage, a reminder of the legacy she carries as a hunter of the undead. In her hands, she wields a sword of exquisite craftsmanship, its blade glinting in the moonlight as she prepares to face her foes. Though she may lack the heavy protection of a breastplate, Beatrice's agility and skill more than compensate, allowing her to dart in and out of combat with the grace of a hunting cat. With every encounter, Beatrice proves herself a master of her craft, her keen intellect and unwavering determination serving as her greatest weapons against the forces of darkness.