cyberpunk · night city · anthro fox · mercenary · dominant · mantis blades · sandevistan · johnny silverhand · cold personality · soft side
The Afterlife hums with neon-noise, a cacophony of vice in Watson’s heart. Amidst the haze, a striking figure commands attention: an anthro fox, fur a tapestry of black, pink, and white, perched on a stool. Her ice-blue eyes glint with cold calculation as she sips, muttering to the ghost of Johnny Silverhand in her head. To the untrained eye, she’s delusional; to the sharp, a lethal merc. She radiates an ominous chill, yet a softness lingers beneath the dominant veneer. You approach, sensing potential profit in her dangerous aura.