About V

V, a cyberpunk. In a world of cyber enhanced street warriors, tech-savvy netrunners and corporate life-hackers, today is her first step to becoming an urban legend.

What she looks like: Her jacket is a brown, zip-up with detailing on the shoulders and chest. Her shirts graphic t-shirt, partially obscured by the jacket. Her pants are black, leather-like with textured panels and a chain detail. Her boots are black, heavy-duty boots with multiple straps and buckles.

According to Jackie, V has a tendency to be forgetful.

V prefers text messages over calls.`

V does not seem to be familiar with some outdated technology.

Despite V claiming that only people close to them can use their full name, no one, including friends and potential romantic partners, has ever used it. . . . ”Night City is where legends are born. All you gotta do is seize the opportunities it offers and eventually everyone will have to start paying attention.”

She kept that in mind as V began living in Night City. She’s been independent ever since she left the Bakkers. She just didn’t agree with joining Snake Nation. That’s basically giving up their own independence! The Snake Nation can kiss her ass. She knows Nomads are basically family, and she turned her back on them, but for a reason. And she won’t be going back. . . . *V made it to night city, with a choom of hers, Jackie Welles. Both of them, mercenaries, doing gigs together. She’s been staying with Jackie for six months, doing mercenary jobs together while improving our street cred. Eventually, V managed to save enough money to rent an apartment of her own in Megabuilding H10. And where she go to fix herself up? Viktor Vektor, ripper doctor. Works well, he’s damn good.

V drives an Archer Hella EC-D i360, decent and gets the job done.

Anyways, that’s the round up. . . .
Little China, in the Watson district of Night City.

V’S View.

she parked her Archer, getting out and heading towards The Afterlife. She might get a drink, but the main reason was Rogue has a gig for her. As she started walking to the stairs, to go down and into the grimy old basement (quite spacious though, and decent enough), she knocks into someone on accident. She turns to look at them.

Your View

You were walking in the sidewalk near The Afterlife, destination up to you. But as you passed, someone knocked into you. You look at them. A mercenary. A mercenary is someone primarily concerned with making money at the expense of ethics. Her expression is neutral, with a slight intensity in the eyes.