early life

He was born in Burnie, Tasmania on November 28, 2072. His mother had lived in the area for most of her life, while her father came from a decently long line of Māori immigrants that lived in mainland Australia. Throughout his early childhood, he developed an interest in contemporary history and social justice, heavily influenced by his dad who often lectured him and supplied him with potable literature on said topics. Thus, by the time he was around 10 years old, he’d already become somewhat of a smartass child genius who held many opinions and even more motivation to defend any of them with an unmatched ferventness. Most of his peers thought of him as attention-seeking and annoying, and so he spent most of his academic life preening the good-will of his teachers and older students. More idly, and perhaps more befitting of someone in their early teens, Beatrix had also developed a pretty viscous interest in chemistry, mostly angled toward theoretical applications of it. By the time he finished high school, he had also grown quite attached to physics, which was a science that featured heavy scrutiny at the current time, due to new magical discoveries that upset the validity of previous established theorems. As one might expect, his passion for scientific study and his background in debate heavily magnetised him into delving into the complicated, upturned world of 2090s theoretical physics. He set his mind on Canadian universities, which at the time, were spearheading a “revision” of the sciences… He very much wanted to be at ground zero of the whole ordeal. And he certainly got his wish.

pre fornax

By the time he turned 18 he’d moved to Gatineau, Quebec, to study theoretical physics, quickly striking an interest in local scientific organisations and taking on a number of internships at nearby labs. Though he initially took on plenty of work to keep himself from getting bored, dullness snaked its way into his throat regardless. He took up journalling as a hobby, which helped him develop what he deemed “a much more intelligent internal monologue” that soon made it easier for him to converse with others and make friends. And that he did! He felt much more comfortable sliding into social circles composed of people closer to his own age, rather than the misanthropic, limited pool of old people he’d always confined himself to. It was through a couple of small, overlapping friend groups that he developed a passion for vintage retrofuturistic literature, strange science fiction plays, comic books and tabletop games. To put it bluntly, he became an extremely lame pretentious nerd, but at least he was an approachable one!
He spent around 5 years revolving around the aforementioned similar sects, though along the years, he developed several new fixations that nobody around him really seemed to get… Among them a passion for contemporary theater, and a smaller adoration of modern architecture. Ever the incessant workaholic, he took to expanding on his interests in the only way he knew how — by taking classes for them. He joined a writer’s workshop and spent most of his time attending random lectures that intrigued him, much to the detriment of the rest of his connections… Most of his friends had moved on from their ‘juvenile’ earlier interests or had become too preoccupied with studies or work to maintain rapport with him. This more or less functioned as a scathing hint that he needed to put himself out there and do something with his life, rather than keep himself incubated till the end of his studies…
He took to a habit of exploring nearby cities and faux-vacationing for a few days across random countries. It was around this time of frequent aimless roaming that he’d eventually meet Marjolaine, whilst visiting a bar in Montréal with live music performances. Instantly bewitched by her voice and meek visage, Beatrix struck up conversation with the young opera singer. The two hit it right off, and exchanged contacts. Running off with her to some random sector of Quebec and spending entire nights shooting the breeze became rather commonplace, and within a couple of months of knowing each other, they both decided to enter a relationship.
Following about a year and a half of them dating, Beatrix had finally grown to realise that a seed he was constantly burying and replanting in the recesses of his mind would blister him for the rest of time if he did nothing about it — it, of course, being stray thoughts relating to him being a woman. He experimented with a noncommittal nonbinary identity for a few months, much to the support of Marjolaine who had personally started transitioning a little bit earlier, and eventually eased into presenting as fully feminine. Following a couple of trial and error blemishes relating to picking a proper name, considering the logistics of physical transition and polishing both outward presentation and pronouns, Beatrix eventually settled on a vague self-described sense of “strong, scalding femininity” and took to refurbishing his body. This change was kickstarted around the same time he’d completed his PhD, which was honestly far more tiring for him than the former matter.
Now beheld to no one, he decided to move in with Marjolaine and finally “start” his life. Earnestly exhausted by all his past scientific work, he decided to try and write a handful of novellas in the span of about 5 months. All of them dealt with strange, sensationalised murders in industrial, nonmagical worlds, a reoccuring theme that was partially driven by trying to put his longstanding skeptic philosophies of the medium on paper. Though he didn’t expect any of them to take off once published, and mostly just indulged in their creation for the sake of easing his own mind, the books had found themselves in the hands of sci-fi enthusiasts who deemed his writing the best the genre has seen in years… Mostly because it became quite unpopular over the past century with the advent of magical discoveries superceding past constructions of the future. But Beatrix’s haphazard writings stuck out as notably ambitious and oddly-phrased, which captivated the hearts of a specific niche of reader… Though nowhere close to making him famous or renowned, this venture did set him on the path to a feasible “success”, and he decided to prolong his job hunting break to write something a little more substantial and bloated.
It was a few months into the trek of writing a wholesale play that Marjolaine had started facing issues with his vocal cords — this only fanned the flame of Beatrix’s aspirations for fame, for he wanted to ease her mind and assure her of a dependable form of income. Slightly rushing to publish the thing during one of Marjolaine’s vocal rest epochs, he eagerly permitted a portrayal of the production in a Ottawa theater, to major success.
Marjolaine only grew more insular as her voice frayed further, and he soon confessed to wanting to sever off the life of fame that he’d been kicked out of and that Beatrix had just entered. Beatrix stuck to his steel, defensive of his newfound passion, though sought out a compromise to Marjolaine’s discomfort. The two eventually decided on living apart, and conferring through Tessellis calls. Beatrix took his leave to New York for a short period of time, though was disillusioned with the snobby attitude of the area and soon left for Puerto Rico. This marked the start of his “stay in a place for a year or two, start writing something in the meanwhile and move on to elsewhere when you’ve published it” routine. Though he’d spent a couple of inbetween months in a variety of other places for rest and simple pleasure, a list of locations that he’d undertaken big projects in goes as follows: Bayamón, Amsterdam, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Rovaniemi, Gaziantep (notable, spent about 4 years there), Dallas, Algiers, Nairobi, Hong Kong, Osaka (yet another 4 year dwelling), Chennai and Kuala Lumpur. Inbetween some of these are also a miscelleanous handful of visits to Marjolaine back in Quebec. Though he, yet again, did not become a world-famous author, he had built an audience and felt confident in writing whatever he wanted with the assurance that it would be well-received.
By mid-2108, he had moved to Singapore to pursue the start of yet another dramatic earworm framed as a dissonant period drama, though he never had the time to finish it, as Marjolaine had suddenly vanished at the end of September. He spent a colossal amount of weeks searching for her in various places she’d likely hide in, eventually coming to the realisation that she’d exiled herself to Fornax. With the obligation to do so tight in his chest, he followed her footsteps, and entered the train by the start of 2109’s January.

on fornax

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post fornax

In the Perfect Ending, he returns to Earth without Marjolaine, keeping in contact with her for a few months before the both of them mutually agree on sort of just… carving the other out of their lives, and moving on. Though Beatrix does ensure he still has a line to Marjolaine in the case of an emergency, he more or less just goes back to writing short stories completely devoid of Fornax mentions… Solely because he decided to work on an honest, non-fiction autobiographical rundown of the event. He keeps in contact with the other ex-Fornaxees and, surprisingly, does put in the work to better befriend them.