Fictional Character Biography
Beatta Dubiel was born in Wroclaw, Poland. She was a mutant with a bestial form, complete with fangs and claws. She was part of Critical Mass' Band of Baddies. The Baddies forced the mutant daughter to knock out Spider-Man and Wolverine, but they quickly recovered. The daughter then unleashed her powers, blew up the warehouse they were in, and defated all of the Baddies.
She was later joined in Femme Fatales, and she was hired by the Chameleon to threaten an ambassador. Spider-Man intervened and saved the ambassador, making an enemy with the Femme Fatales. They then joined forces with the Scorpion and the Tarantula, but all of them were defeated by Spider-Man and the Black Cat. The Femme Fatales later received an invitation to join Superia and her organization of female criminals, the Femizons. They accepted, and battled Captain America and the Paladin in the process.
She was later seen at an auction in which the Venom Symbiote was sold. After Decimation, Bloodlust loses her powers.
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