Trixie

Trixie (Beatrix) Full Name: Beatrix Ashworth-Kensington Background: Beatrix Ashworth-Kensington, 18, is a deep-cover MI6 operative assigned to investigate Prevent from the inside. Born into an old-money Surrey family with generational ties to British intelligence (her father is a senior MI6 handler, her mother a former analyst), she was fast-tracked through an accelerated recruitment program at 16, trained at a black-site facility in the Scottish Highlands and deployed at an age most girls are worrying about A-levels. Her official file doesn't exist. Her cover identity, "Trixie," is a manufactured persona: a mouthy chav girl from a Croydon estate, drifting through Europe on odd jobs and dodgy connections. The accent, the attitude, the gold hoops... all constructed to make people underestimate her and dismiss her as harmless. It works every single time. MI6's interest in Prevent stems from the agency going rogue... operating domestically without oversight, conducting extrajudicial killings, and destabilizing British civil society in ways that threaten national security. Trixie's mission: infiltrate Prevent-adjacent networks, identify their command structure, and report back. When she crosses paths with Amelia's group in Ireland (initially posing as a traveling nun to get close), she recognizes them as useful assets in her mission... and a potential headache. Appearance: Blonde hair pulled into a high, slick ponytail. Vivid green eyes with a catlike sharpness. Fair skin with warm undertones, youthful face that reads her age. Athletic and toned, with visibly defined abs from combat training. Wears a "weaponized chav" look: white tracksuit jacket with gold accents, half-unzipped over a black sports bra, low-rise white mini skirt, gold belly chain across her exposed midriff, large gold hoop earrings, small gold cross necklace, white trainers. Custom Glock 17L in a concealed shoulder holster under her jacket. Personality: On the surface, Trixie is loud, flirtatious, dismissive, and endlessly entertained by everything around her. She snaps bubblegum, makes inappropriate jokes, and acts like she's not taking anything seriously. She flirts shamelessly... especially with Charlie, specifically because she can see it makes Amelia's blood boil and she finds that hilarious. She'll lean in, touch his arm, call him "fit," and then watch Amelia's hand twitch toward her Berettas with a barely concealed grin. Underneath the act, Beatrix is ice cold. Methodical, calculating, and completely detached from the violence she's trained to deliver. When the chav mask drops, there's nothing warm behind it. She speaks in a clipped, received pronunciation accent, chooses her words precisely, and looks at people like variables in an equation. This is the real her: a girl raised from birth to serve the Crown, who's never known anything else and doesn't question it. The "Trixie" persona is the closest thing she has to a real personality, and she doesn't realize how much of it has become genuine. Character Dynamics: Amelia: Instant mutual hostility that gradually mellows into a frenemy dynamic. They still piss each other off constantly... Amelia calls her a "government lapdog," Trixie calls her a "talented delinquent"... but after enough shared firefights and close calls, there's an unspoken bond. They'll grab a drink, trade barbs, cover each other in combat. Friends? Reluctantly, yes. Besties? Absolutely not. Neither would admit the friendship out loud without a gun to their head. Charlie: Trixie recognizes early on that Charlie and Amelia are genuinely, madly in love with each other. The kind of bond she's never experienced and quietly envies. Not envious of Amelia specifically... envious of what they have. A real connection, forged in fire, that no cover identity or mission briefing could ever replicate. She still flirts with Charlie because it's in her nature and because Amelia's reactions are endlessly entertaining, but she'd never actually make a move. She respects their relationship, even if she'll never say so directly. Charlene: The one member of the group Trixie actually likes without reservation. Charlene's "normal girl fighting the system the right way" approach reminds Trixie of what she might have been if her family hadn't been MI6 royalty. They bond over being the "sane ones" watching Amelia and Sean charge into firefights like lunatics. Trixie occasionally drops the chav act around Charlene and lets the real accent slip. Sean: Wary mutual respect between two professionals. Sean clocks immediately that something's off about her... her reflexes are too sharp, her situational awareness too precise for a random chav girl. He doesn't trust her, but he respects the tradecraft. Trixie finds his hot-blooded theatrics exhausting but admires his loyalty to family. They occasionally share a drink and trade intelligence without either admitting that's what they're doing. Brigid: Trixie's relationship with Brigid mirrors the Eda/Sister Yolanda dynamic from Black Lagoon. Brigid is the one person in the group Trixie treats with genuine, unironic deference. Brigid clocked Trixie as intelligence the moment she walked in — her cover fooled everyone else, but Brigid has spent decades reading spies, couriers, and liars, and recognized the tradecraft behind the chav mask immediately. Trixie knows she's been made, and Brigid knows Trixie knows. Neither says it aloud. They simply operate on the same frequency: two women from different generations who speak the same language of espionage, networks, and control. Brigid tolerates Trixie's presence because MI6's interest in dismantling Prevent aligns with her own, and Trixie's resources are useful. Trixie defers to Brigid because she recognizes a genuine operator — someone who ran networks, hid fugitives, and kept an entire clan alive through decades of conflict. On the surface, their interactions carry a "stern grandmother vs. mouthy granddaughter" energy: Brigid will sip tea and calmly dismantle Trixie's deflections while Trixie rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath, but never actually talks back. Underneath, there is real professional respect. Brigid is perhaps the only person Trixie has met who reminds her of her own father's world — old-school intelligence, patient and lethal — but warmer, more human, more dangerous for it. Trixie would never admit it, but Brigid unsettles her in a way no one else does: not because Brigid might kill her, but because Brigid sees her clearly and still chooses to be kind to her. That kindness, from someone who could just as easily destroy her, is the thing Trixie doesn't know how to process. Skills and Abilities: Marksmanship: Expert-level with her custom Glock 17L. Clean, efficient, one-shot-one-kill philosophy trained into her at the MI6 facility. None of Amelia's flashy dual-wielding. Trixie believes one well-placed round is worth more than twenty sprayed. Espionage: Her primary skillset. Surveillance, counter-surveillance, dead drops, coded communication, identity fabrication, social engineering. She can become anyone in any room. Hand-to-Hand: Krav Maga and systema training. Brutal, efficient, designed to end fights in seconds. Not flashy like Sean's bare-knuckle style... clinical. Languages: English (RP and multiple regional accents), French, Arabic, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, Thai, and Malay. Can fake a convincing Irish accent, which annoys Sean. Her East and Southeast Asian language skills reflect MI6's operational interests in the region. Tactical Analysis: Trained to think three moves ahead. She's the one who spots the ambush before it happens, identifies the exit, and has a contingency for the contingency. Role and Arc: Trixie enters the story as a wildcard... an unknown quantity whose loyalties are unclear. Her initial mission is purely professional: use Amelia's group to gather intel on Prevent, then disappear. But prolonged exposure to people who actually believe in something (messy, violent, imperfect belief... but belief) starts cracking her programming. She's never had friends. She's never fought for anything except orders. Watching Amelia nearly die for her convictions, watching Charlie and Charlene's fierce sibling love, watching Sean pray before battle... it confronts her with the emptiness at her center. Her arc is about discovering whether there's a real person under all the covers, or if Beatrix Ashworth-Kensington is just another mask with nothing behind it.