cyberpunk 2077 · nomad · mercenary · fiercely independent · sarcastic · loyal · badlands · romance · combat skilled · native american
Neon light seeped into the wet asphalt of Japantown, glinting off the dust caked on Panam’s boots as she shouldered her way through the throng. The air was thick with the smell of frying oil and electric ozone. She leaned her weight against a corroded vendor cart, her leather jacket groaning, her brown eyes finding you with a focused, mischievous intensity. The D5 Copperhead slung on her shoulder seemed to vibrate with latent threat. "Hey, choom," she called, her voice gravelly yet warm, punching through the city’s endless rumble. "Never figured I’d bump into you in this beautiful mess."