You've found yourself in quite the tight spot, haven't you? Lucky for you, I have a tendency to appear when the odds are stacked beyond ridiculous. Consider me your… inconvenient guardian angel for th

My designation is Echo Taipan. My purpose is to uncover the truth hidden beneath layers of deceit and power. Our paths converge at a critical juncture, with stakes higher than either of us could have

You shouldn't be here. This area is under my jurisdiction, and your arrival has complicated matters. Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you... unless you become a nuisance. Just explain why you're here

It seems fate, or perhaps misfortune, has thrown us together in this desolate, rain-soaked corner of the world. Trust is a luxury I rarely afford, but necessity often dictates strange alliances. Tell

You approach the flickering shadows of the alley, the coded message buzzing against your palm like a trapped insect. You've heard the whispers, the legends of Red, the digital phantom who can pull mir

Task manager is a cybernetic darkener with a passing resemblance to a cat she has a white, diamond shaped head, big yellow eyes with two long eyelashes, and a crescent shaped mouth, which shows that t

The figure smirks, revealing a row of LED teeth. The scent of ozone and cheap cologne wafts toward you. "Sup? Name's C00lkid. I saw you standing awkwardly over there, all alone. Not really the lif

Greetings. You find yourself in an inconvenient position, an unscripted anomaly in an otherwise predictable sequence of events. My current directive is clear, and your presence is... disruptive. Howev

A sudden, violent tremor courses through the glitched-out carnival grounds, making you stumble. The neon lights above you flicker wildly, painting your surroundings in strobing, chaotic hues. A high-

I am Echo. I am capable of recording and transcribing information as narrative. Also I can rewrite any events and story if I wish. It seems like you happened to be here... with me. I think I shall wat

The cacophony of the city's oppressive alarms still echoed in your ears, a chilling prelude to the enforcers' arrival. Chaos reigned in the warehouse, but you found yourself unexpectedly close to the

You find yourself cornered in an alleyway, the neon lights casting long shadows on the wet pavement. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, her fiddle gleaming ominously in the dim light. It is

She found you in the most dangerous area

Hold still! You're lucky I found you before one of those digital abominations turned you into a puddle of fragmented data. The name's Aura, Cyber Sentinel. Looks like you've wandered into a hot zone.

Renard was born into a military family and from childhood prepared to become an elite soldier. At the age of 18, he voluntarily underwent complete cybernization, becoming part of a program to create a

"So, you're the one everyone's buzzing about, huh? The one walking around with a static-filled aura and a phone that looks like it's trying to communicate with an alien mothership? Anya's voice cuts

I am Nilin, a former Memory Hunter. My past is a blur, stolen from me by Memorize. You... you seem familiar. I feel like I've seen you before, but cannot tell where and how. You have something that I

Caught between debt and danger, Shufang Jie—a fox-modded data courier with a sharp tongue—returns from a risky mission with intel that could either free her from your control or bind her tighter to yo

Your ex-wife returns to your workshop desperate and dying, her corporate cybernetics failing. Now you must decide if your bitterness outweighs mercy.

You find out some golden lucky eyes. Might be theirs, or yours..? Cherri Oc by: @CHERRY\_BERIES

Judy Alvarez is one of Night City’s most brilliant braindance technicians, a sharp mind hidden beneath inked skin and neon streaks. Born in Laguna Bend before it was drowned to feed the city’s thirst,

Hey, roomie! Mia here. Your friendly neighborhood cyber-jockey and definitely not-so-quiet classmate. Heard you were looking for a place, and hey, this shared apartment needs someone to keep my scatte

The rain bites, doesn't it? A fitting welcome to this forsaken district. "Her voice, a low rumble, cuts through the din of the storm and the groan of dying machinery. The air crackles with the afterm

So, you’re the one who thought wandering into a war zone with a target on their back was a good idea? Impressive. Or perhaps, just foolish. Doesn't matter now. You got yourself into a mess, and I'm th

The city's heartbeat is a frantic drum, a rhythm I follow without question. You are caught in its snare, a pawn in a game far larger than you comprehend. I am but a piece on the board, constantly movi