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Blurb for the canonblind:

An ambitious mercenary that bit off more than she could chew, V has found herself with an experimental technology slotted into her head that's killing her slowly with every passing second. An engram loaded with the memories and personality construct of legendary rockerboy and terrorist Johnny Silverhand is chewing through V's grey matter, inch by inch, neuron by neuron, until one day she won't be V anymore... and only Johnny will remain.

(Note: V sprinkles liberal amounts of Streetslang into her speech and texting. A full lexicon can be found via the wiki here if you're ever curious just wtf she's saying.)

CHIPPIN' IN
P.T. Adamczyk

Got the chrome in my bloodstream
Got a hardwired metal soul
I'm cravin' serious action
Not that smack-drab drunken roll

Chips are buzzin', implants hot
Ridin' hard, my slots are shot
Metal burnin' 'neath my skin
I'm Chippin' In
Chippin' In

Chips are buzzin', implants hot
Ridin' hard, my slots are shot
Metal burnin' 'neath my skin
I'M CHIPPIN' IN

Chippin' In
Got my back to the wall
Chippin' In
C'mon, hear my call
Chippin' In
I'm the man of steel
Chippin' In
Fuckin' feel it, I'm real

Justice goin' down with violence
Gotta boost and hit the street
Corpo rank and file in droves
Made of greed and packin' heat

Cold chrome, spittin' molten lead
Can't be killed 'cause I'm already dead
Stand, don't feed the ghost within
I'm Chippin In
Chippin' In

Chips are buzzin', implants hot
Ridin' hard, my slots are shot
Metal burnin' 'neath my skin,
I'M CHIPPIN' IN

Chippin' In
Got your back to the wall
Chippin' In
C'mon, scream out that call
Chippin' In
You're built of steel
Chippin' In
Fuckin' feel it, you're real

[GUITAR SOLO]

Chippin' In
Got my back to the wall
Chippin In
C'mon, hear my call
Chippin' In
I'm the man of steel
Chippin' In
Fuckin' feel it, I'm real

❝ Would you rather live in peace as Miss Nobody, die ripe, old and smellin' slightly of urine?
Or go down for all times in a blaze of glory, smellin' near like posies, 'thout ever seein' your thirtieth? ❞

Name: ~~Valerie~~ V

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Canon: Cyberpunk 2077 - compliant with Phantom Liberty DLC.

Canonpoint: Flexible. Generally default to some nebulous time post-heist, pre-Embers mission.

Background: A gutterpunk Street Kid born and raised in the slums of Night City's Heywood district. V cut her teeth on petty felonies in NC's criminal underbelly, learning the ins and outs while growing into her own as an independent merc. Largely stayed under the radar doing small time gigs for locals - briefly interrupted by an unsuccessful two year stint in Atlanta - until fate set her on a collision course with ex-Valentino ganger Jackie Welles... and the rest, as they say, is history.
Over the events of the game, V evolves from small time hired gun to a notorious freewheeling solo capable of head-to-head confrontations with Night City's most dangerous gangs and megacorps alike, for the right pay.

Appearance:

◈ Build - 5'4" and wiry. Food scarcity was a common problem during her childhood, so V is on the shorter side and somewhat leaner than average.

◈ Hair - Medium length + side shave combo, varying in color between reddish-black or a lighter pink shade depending on when she last bothered to refresh her dye job.

◈ Eyes - (Dark) Hazel. Technically Kiroshi brand implants that overlay a live HUD interface on her field of vision. Her original organic eyes are long gone.

◈ Wardrobe - Crystaljock bomber jacket, black synthleather pants, and a pair of scuffed high-tops.

◈ Misc - Being heavily augmented with chrome means a large portion of her body has been modified or outright replaced with synthetic counterparts, some of which have visible external cyberware seams when stowed. (Ref images: one | two | blades | detail )

*TL;DR "Default settings V" of 2018 E3 fame.

Personality:

◈ Scrappy - Rough, tumble, and ready to rumble, baby! 110% jazzed to throw down at the slightest provocation (and sometimes with no provocation lbr). V harbors no small amount of resentment for both corpos and badges of Night City, and always goes out of her way to make their day worse unless a fat stack of eddies convinces her to look the other way. Professional shitbird with a massive chip on her shoulder once her hackles are up.

◈ Reliable - As a street savvy merc, gets the job done by any means necessary, which often entails bending the rules a little as long as the spirit of the original objective is preserved and the fixer/client is satisfied. V's proficiency in parsing "something ain't right here" gut feelings into tangible results has served her well in earning a reputation as a rock steady solo.

◈ Focused - All in, all the time. Balls to the wall insanity is a regular weekday for most people living in NC, which means you have to have your head on a swivel and in the game 24/7 if you don't want to catch a knife in the back. No half measures to be found here... and admittedly, the lion's share of that laser focus stems from V throwing absolutely everything she's got into curing her condition.

◈ Realist - Life in Night City sucks ass. Full stop. Worse, there's not a whole lot the average schmuck can do about it, because corpos are gonna be corpos, NCPD is rotten to the core, and priorities are usually weighted more heavily towards getting your next fix, not getting shot by strays, or just trying to keep a roof over your head/food on the table. V doesn't go out of her way to kick a gonk when they're down, but she's sure as shit not going to sugarcoat things if someone's calling her for help after getting themselves neck deep in an avoidable situation.

◈ Desperate - Look... the truth fucking hurts. It's worse than getting shot. Shittier than coming down hard from designer drugs. Literally the very last thing she wants to do is sit down and stare her impending death in the face, because that means sitting still with her thoughts for literally one second, and there's just never enough time to process the colossal clusterfuck of a situation she's landed in. Deep, deep down, V is fucking terrified.
Some mornings she looks in the mirror and sees Johnny staring back... and isn't that just a tiny bit fucked up? What kind of living hell must it be to open your eyes and suddenly find yourself a complete stranger in your own body? To be forgotten, erased, with not a single damn person knowing the real you is gone forever?
For all the big talk of 'legacy' and 'making the major leagues' that's so prevalent in Night City, for all the hero worship of legends branding their names into the collective memory of the citizens with spectacular blaze-of-glory deaths, V is a nobody. Just one naive merc with big dreams amongst a million exactly like her, with the sole misfortune of getting swept up in something far larger than herself.

Loadout: Primarily throwing knives or handguns for those stylish precision dome rattlers, preferring speed and accuracy over pure firepower. Once in a blue moon a fixer might inform V there's a hard target on site before a gig - one of the very rare instances where she'll forgo a handgun in favor of an 'Errata' thermal blade.

Cyberware: Anything and everything to juice up firing rate and reaction speed, making her an ultra mobile, hyperaggressive glass cannon archetype. Relies heavily on a Sandevistan implant paired with a Kerenzikov for semi-permanent Stuck On Fast Forward bursts of speed in both offensive and defensive applications. No need to be cautious if you just don't get hit, 4head.
Being armed to the teeth with cyberware is all well and good against the average goon of course, but does tend to be a considerable downside when you're bombarded with twenty different kinds of malfunction quickhacks by a well prepared netrunner.

Misc: V's eye for tech means she's very good at breaking things down into base components so she can slap it all together again as bigger, better explosives or guns. Much of her downtime is spent in the armory tinkering with her gear.

Canon Romance?: Ever try to chat up a cute guy or girl with the world's worst wingman critiquing pickup lines in the back of your brain? Yeah, thought so. No romance in V's life at her canonpoint. While I'm open to developing romantic attachments, threading flings, or rolling with FWB relationships, I prefer to leave that choice up to castmates.

Meme Wishlist
- Canon bros... I see you and appreciate you! Vince & Val sibling crew tearing up Night City, the usual Johnny and V arguments, talking shop with Judy, sister-from-another-mister vibin' with Panam... gimme it all.
- Mixed bag futuristic settings are always a treat. I can't promise that I'll always be familiar with the source, but totally down to toss everything on the table and see where the thread dynamic goes.
- Fellow mercenaries / hitmen / guns for hire / hunters is a no-brainer, but tbh I'm rattling the bars of my cage for any potentially interesting character chemistry. Crosscanon can get some super juicy interactions going!

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