𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛

For the 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮 of the modern day. ● Cyberpunk 2077 OC ● Dark themes ● Not new to verse |#CyberpunkRP | #MVRP | |#Cyberpunk2077RP|

He's flipping a small badge between his fingers, crimson optics barely in focus. His thump brushes past the faded engraving 'Ne—at-h'.

"Just the way of the world, right? Flaunt what you've got until either someone steals it or makes you feel inadequate by flauntin' their own stuff. I've learnt to keep that type'a thing quiet."

"Some of you gonks really think you're all that, huh?"

"Heya, choomba."

|| Knights of Cydonia would definitely be his theme tune.

"Wish I wasn't poor rn."

"What if I built a city on the ocean floor, past all the AI sea mines, and made it look New York? And what if I then allowed scientists and others to go crazy with their imagination?"

"Why are we makin' fun of Max Tac? They not scary anymore?"

|| now that I have his backstory more fleshed out I'm able to think about his ending. Definitely gonna be a fight between him and a friend who ratted him out during their NetWatch days. Both dying before the grave of Winger's girlfriend.

|| I like playing male V because he is Irish and I think that's cool.

"Hey, thanks. That's the kind of look I was goin' for. An' I'm likin' your style too, choom."

"Check this out!"

He's been spending a lot of time at a local gym recently.

"If it's the usual death an' mayhem then I think I'll pass. We'll see it tomorrow anyway."

"Exactly you live here. Ain't gonna see a change if you're livin' it. Get outta the city for a few months an' then come back. Bound to notice some type of change." A sigh. "But I'm not born an' bred NC. The hell does a gonk like me know?"