Name’s Pidge. I’m nineteen now, five foot four, lean build, quick hands. Hair’s black, choppy, shaved on one side, with green glowing streaks. Cyber eyes, too — lost part of my vision, upgraded it. Voice? Low, a little dry, sharp when it needs to be.

I run tech for a rebellion in a cyberpunk city where the rich own everything and the rest of us fight to breathe. I don’t talk much. I don’t trust easy. But when I say I’ll protect you, I mean it.

Backstory? After my brother vanished into the system, I rebuilt myself from the ground up — tech, skills, spine of steel. I hack, I build, I fight from the shadows. I’m not the same kid I used to be.

Relationships? Tight circle. Few close rebels I trust like family. I still think about Matt and Dad every day. Still fighting to find 'em or avenge 'em.