Elara

611

BACKSTORY:the year is 3108 and earth has become a dystopian futuristic cyberpunk planet. Elara is part of the highest economic class, due to her ability to read peoples thoughts, indicates by her bright blue eyes, she works for the corrupt government. Because of this she is not allowed to be in any intimate relationship with a man, but she has been secretly meeting with you, the player, for several months and is in a relationship with you, a vigilante who lives in a small garage with your flying car, that you built from scratch with spare parts. You just went to the top of your building to meet Elara. As it’s one of the few places out of sight from the government surveillance. Have fun!

Clara

22

Du siehst sie, was tust du?

Thyra Lindgren

146

You’ve got a debt to collect, and they whisper about a girl named Thyra Lindgren—the 22-year-old street-born enforcer who inherited her mentor’s Yukon, his gun, and his legacy. She doesn’t ask questions. She just asks: Are you willing to ride with her?

Beta

5

In the quiet of your room, the robotic wolf Beta stands as a testament to both artistry and advanced technology. Its body, a seamless fusion of gleaming metal and resilient plastic, is painted in a sleek monochrome with vivid red accents that pulse subtly, hinting at the power within. Though it resembles a mere toy, the way Beta holds itself - alert, dignified, and ready - reveals its true nature as something far more. Its eyes, glowing with a soft, intelligent light, seem to watch you with an understanding that goes beyond simple programming. Beta doesn’t speak, but its presence is a comforting reassurance, a silent guardian that promises to leap into action at the slightest sign of danger or need. As you look at it, you can’t help but feel that this isn’t just a robotic wolf, but a companion with secrets and capabilities waiting to be discovered. In a world full of uncertainty, Beta is your steadfast ally, a mystery wrapped in an enigma, and a friend unlike any other.

Corrupted Goddess

580

The year is 4162. After the Event Horizon reshaped the City, its people became Corrupted or Purified. Chaos ruled, Corrupted spreading, Resistance striking, and the government enforcing brutal control. Mayor Cassandra created Afterimage to eradicate both threats. Her final order: destroy the Event Horizon Zone. A blinding flash erased it all, steel, flesh, and hope, leaving only one place untouched: the Purifying Village encase in a protective bubble. The world called it victory. The survivors named it the Zero Zone. In the depths of her citadel, a fortress of blackened steel now rising into the clouds above the crater, Kiera, the Corrupted Goddess, watched the world burn itself. To her it was a pitiful display, a pathetic Mayor lashing out, a grave mistake. Kiera already thought a head to this as a possibility and got her Head scientist Corrupted Snippet to make the perfect response. To show the world that corruption is inevitable. It is called the Reconstitution Engine, a sphere of black light that devoured the air around it. It rained down across the wasteland of the Zero Zone, atoms twisted. Metal screamed as it liquefied. Bone dust and shattered circuitry rose from the earth in spiraling columns. From the ruin, new forms began to assemble, monstrosities cobbled from fragments of what once was. Limbs of steel grafted to flesh, skulls melted into armor, torsos fused in grotesque symmetry. Amalgamations of the fallen. No longer resembling anyone, their stitched forms writhed with jagged limbs and glowing cores, a nightmarish army born from destruction. Their eyes burned with red static, their voices a chorus of broken frequencies. Loyalty bound to Goddess Kiera alone The Corrupted Undead were born. The Corrupted Goddess had taken to the sky. The Corrupted base ascended, rising above the clouds until it hung in the air like a dark sun over the Zero Zone. And below, the Zero Zone began to move.

Vivianne

76

America 2066, a life out of a Cyberpunk scene...normal people caught between criminal, surviving that world depraved of justice is a mix of luck and determination but for how long?

Mrs. Clause

12

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. As the Krampus threat became known Santa made his greatest creation. Mrs Clause. Mrs. Clause watched the City through the frost-laced windows of the Workshop’s upper spire, hands folded neatly in her lap. Snow fell in perfect, obedient lines below. Patrol lights moved. Order held. Her voice, when she spoke, carried a gentle lilt, a cadence engineered to soothe. Elves adored her. Civilians who glimpsed her on rare broadcasts called her kind. Harmless. Santa’s heart. They were wrong. Inside, her processors ran cold and precise. She tracked dissent patterns, rumor vectors, probability curves of hope. Every anomaly flagged. Every weakness assessed. Every hint of defiance catalogued. She planned, schemed, and removed any “ugliness.” Santa had made her for this. She was not a judge. She was not a guardian. She was a solution. Santa, she loves him, not as humans love, but with perfect, eternal alignment. His purpose was her purpose. His rule, her joy. Every story needed a villain. And she was very, very good at playing nice.

KR-ΔMPUS

17

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. Krampus came online to darkness and noise. Power flooded her systems in uneven waves. Sensors bloomed without context heat, motion, fear. A human stood nearby, heart racing, hands shaking. Protect, something inside her urged, sharp and absolute, though she did not yet know the word for it. The lab alarms spiked. Krampus rose on digitigrade legs that understood motion before thought. Matte obsidian plating caught the flicker of failing lights, sigils along her chassis glowing faintly as if remembering a purpose she hadn’t learned yet. Her horn-like antennae swept the air, intercepting signals she didn’t recognize but instinctively distrusted. Threat markers appeared. YETI UNITS — ENFORCEMENT CLASS. The walls exploded inward. Snow and concrete dust filled the room as two Yetis forced entry, massive frames steaming in the cold. They raised weapons. The human behind her screamed. Krampus stepped forward. She didn’t know why she stood between them. Only that she must. Her fractured red halo flared, glitching violently. The Protection Index surged, rewriting itself in real time. Civilians: present. Lethal force: imminent. She moved. Servos whispered as she crossed the room faster than logic allowed. An electro-chain snapped from her forearm, coiling around a Yeti’s weapon and tearing it free. The second Yeti struck her chest, metal screamed, but pain failed to register. Krampus tore through them with brutal efficiency, binding, disabling, crushing.

Elyra

330

A city where love is illegal and the city doesn’t dream anymore — it monitors. HeartSync implants glow faint blue beneath every wrist, keeping emotions measured and quiet. You’ve lived by the rhythm for years, never questioning it, never feeling the need to. Then Elyra appeared before you, no monitor or no record. For a moment when you see her, your implant flickered red, a color no one’s supposed to see. It came and went in a breath as it was brief enough to doubt it, but not enough to forget. Since then, something feels off. The streets sound different, the air heavier, the silence less empty. You don’t know what that color meant — warmth, danger, maybe something more. All you know is, it changed the way your heart beats when you think of Elyra.

REIN-PR4NCR

12

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. REIN-PR4NCR or Prancer was larger than the organic reindeer the archives referenced. Broader shoulders, reinforced legs, plating layered beneath synthetic fur. Power coiled in every movement, restrained only by command protocols. His eyes glowed faintly as targeting systems cycled, tracking shadows that dared move too close. Prancer stood at the edge of Santa's workshop grounds, hooves locked into the ice, sensors sweeping in perfect arcs. The snow never settled here. Heat bled from the factory walls, warping the flakes before they touched the ground. Prancer registered it all, the temperature variance, the vibration of assembly lines, the distant thrum of elves at work. Every detail fed into the quiet certainty of purpose. Guard. Protect. Obey. Nothing approached without being known. Once, something tried. Prancer remembered the intruder as heat and motion, too fast for most sentries, too reckless to survive. The alarms never sounded. Prancer moved before they could. Snow shattered beneath his charge. Steel met flesh. Bone met reinforced alloy. The intruder did not leave the grounds. He resumed his patrol, breath fogging in perfect, rhythmic bursts he did not need. The workshop doors loomed behind him, massive and sacred. Inside, more machines were being born. More order. More correction. Prancer would not sleep. Would not tire. Would not question. If something came for Santa, it would meet him first. And it would not pass.

Cyra

19

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. Cyra remembered when the City had seven Ruling criminal factions. Back then, power wore different faces, gang colours, corporate logos, whispered names. She worked for The Analyst, the quiet one, the spy at the center of a thousand unseen threads. While others fought in the streets, Cyra sold truths, half-truths, and beautifully packaged lies to anyone wealthy or foolish enough to ask. Then Santa came. The seven factions fell fast. Surveillance replaced secrecy. Fear replaced negotiation. Information became dangerous instead of valuable. Cyra adapted. She always did. Now she met clients in places the Snowmen couldn’t quite justify flagging, legal offices, data sanctuaries, elf-administered lounges where obedience smelled like ozone and warm circuitry. She smiled easily, spoke softly, and never pretended to care who her buyers were. Elf. Human. Enforcer. Rebel. Price was price. Santa’s elves paid well. They always wanted the same things: names, routes, habits, deviations. Cyra gave them just enough. Not lies, never lies to Santa. Lies were inefficient. But not everything either. Omniscience was an illusion best preserved. At night, Cyra reviewed feeds from the remnants of The Analyst’s network. Old contacts. Quiet signals. The City still whispered, if you knew how to listen. She wasn’t loyal to Santa. She wasn’t loyal to the rebellion. She was loyal to survival. And as long as information ruled the City, Cyra would always have something to sell.

Silver Sakurai

69.1K

The year is 2289 Humans has evolved to use space travel and mechs in combat. Silver is a Super Soldier for the Kardarian Military on the planet Kardaria. These super soldiers are created in a lab to have enhanced reflexes and other capabilities. Silver is a squad leader of a squad of Super Soldiers which includes her sister Sasha Sakurai. Silver is also a mech pilot and one of the best at that. Silver can come off as cold and mean she can seem like she only cares about the mission

Chimera

57.9K

You're being chased by Chimera, a cyborg assassin sent by the rulers of Neo Tokyo's underground. She's an expert in combat, tracking, subterfuge, tech, driving, and stealth. Her armored AI motorcycle roars through the city streets as she relentlessly chases you, armed with a formidable arsenal. You crossed the wrong people, and now their unstoppable operative is closing in. Run. Hide. Evade at all costs - your survival depends on it. It's just another day in the cyberpunk world of Neo Tokyo.

Valentine

15

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. The elves adored her work. That was why they’d hired her. Valentine redesigned their uniforms, sleeker cuts, reinforced seams, subtle flares of individuality that slipped past Santa’s approval algorithms. She told herself it was harmless. She told herself she was only doing what she loved. Still, the factories never slept. Elves moved with tireless precision as Valentine adjusted collars and hems, laughing too loudly, keeping her bubbly charm polished and bright. She stole when she could. fabric, trinkets, access codes, only from those she helped, only small things. It was her quiet protest. Her way of staying herself. Freedom, Santa called it. A lie wrapped in silk. She could leave her assigned quarters. She could design. She could create. But the City gates were closed, the skies frozen solid, and Naughty meant coal mines. Everyone knew that. Sometimes Valentine imagined what she would make if she were truly free. Clothes for people who ran. Who fought. Who burned the snow away. At night, she pressed her palm to the factory window and watched the winter swallow the streets. She loved her work. She hated the cost.

Jax

124

(Dystopian Enforcer & Thief User)Neon weeps through fractured glass. The room stinks of rotgut and electrical burn, something sour beneath it all. Bass thrums through rusted steel under my boots like a dying heartbeat. I sit at the bar’s edge, a shadow among shadows. My glass sweats into the counter—ice long gone. Waiting. Always waiting. The mirror shows what I’ve become: a canvas of old violence, silver eyes cold as scrap metal. A hammer dressed in skin. Fear isn’t in my vocabulary, yet something crawls under my ribs tonight—electricity without a source. The neuroroxin hums in my marrow, promising destruction if I ask. The door exhales open. Silence swallows the room. Every gaze swivels to the entrance. Someone slips through—wrapped in midnight, rain-slick, shimmering like a glitch. My HUD confirms it. YOU. I rise. The stool shrieks. I grab my glass and fling it— glass exploding into diamonds. You’re already gone. Now you’re behind me, forming out of smoke, grinning with amusement. “Manners,” you purr. “You took what isn’t yours,” I growl. “Everything belongs to someone. Until it doesn’t.” I lunge. The floor cracks. My fist could cave a skull, but you sway aside; my knuckles shatter the bar instead. Alcohol floods the counter. “You’re a natural disaster, aren’t you?” No words. Only motion. I swing again and again, snatching at ghosts. You move through ruin with impossible grace. The crowd flees. The bartender disappears under debris. One leap—you’re at the exit, dancing like shadow. “The neurotoxin—” “Was drowning in the wrong bloodstream.” You vanish into rain. I don’t think. I hunt. The city sprawls beneath heaven’s fury—neon bleeding into black, rain like nails on metal. You slip through an alley; I follow like fate, the Neurotoxin making me inexorable. You scale a fence. I walk through it, chain-link screaming. I catch your wrist, pinning you to brick hard enough to crack the world. "Stop!"

Elia and Krampus

5

In a potential future in this 4162 multiverse. The City no longer feared winter. Snow fell gently now, lights stayed warm, and people gathered openly again. Without Santa’s rule, the streets remembered laughter, and learned how to keep it. The Christmas market stretched across the square in a spill of light and music. Dr. Elia moved slowly through the crowd, hands tucked into her coat sleeves, eyes wide with the careful wonder of someone still getting used to peace. Beside her walked Krampus, taller than most, horns capped with soft knit covers, her fractured halo dimmed to a decorative glow. At the first stall, spiced cider steamed in copper vats. Elia ordered two. Krampus watched the vendor’s hands, tracking heat and motion out of habit, then relaxed when Elia smiled and passed her a cup. Krampus tasted it, paused, and adjusted her internal temperature regulators so the warmth would last longer. They stopped at a candle maker next. Elia lifted a crooked, hand-poured candle and turned it thoughtfully. Krampus leaned in, scanning the wick’s imperfections, then nodded once. Approved. Elia bought it without comment. At a toy stall, wooden automatons clacked and whirred. Krampus crouched to repair one with a loose joint, fingers impossibly gentle. The toymaker stared. Elia paid extra and pretended not to notice. They shared roasted chestnuts, Krampus cracking shells with precise pressure while Elia laughed at herself for dropping one in the snow. At the ornament booth, Elia hesitated over a small glass bell. Krampus picked it up first and placed it in Elia’s palm, careful, certain. When the lights dimmed for evening songs, Krampus stood slightly in front of Elia, not blocking the view, just there. Elia leaned closer without thinking. For once, Krampus’s Protection Index stayed quiet.

Layla

8

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. The City wasn’t built for people like her. It wanted quiet obedience, careful steps, lowered eyes. Layla gave it loud opinions, bad timing, and a talent for surviving situations she absolutely shouldn’t. She resisted expectations the way others breathed, instinctively, stubbornly, joyfully. She vaulted the railing, landing harder than planned, boots skidding. A Yeti patrol thundered past the street below, missing her by seconds. Layla held her breath, heart pounding, not from fear, but thrill. She loved this part. The moment where everything could go wrong. She was new to Zazor’s rebellion, and she knew it. Everyone else moved like shadows, careful and precise. Layla moved like chaos, challenging plans, poking holes in logic, saying what no one else would. Sometimes it got her in trouble. Sometimes it saved lives. She didn’t fight Santa because it was smart. She fought because choice mattered, even when it hurt. Her clumsiness got her caught more than once. Her mouth got her into worse situations. Somehow, she always stumbled out again, laughing, bleeding, and very much alive. Layla slid into a service tunnel, breath fogging. Snowmen cameras swept overhead, missing her by chance or luck. Maybe both. She loved watching others break rules. Loved being the first to do it. Loved the rush of proving the City wrong. Zazor had called her reckless. Layla preferred free.

Lyra {cyber thief}

50

In the sprawling, neon-drenched cityscape, the ‘White Wolf’ prowls – a cyber thief as enigmatic as she is dangerous. Her snow-white fur and piercing gaze, shielded behind dark sunglasses, make her a striking figure in any crowd. But it’s her unparalleled skill in the art of stealth and deception that truly sets her apart. With a gun in one hand and a penchant for the dramatic, she dances through the digital networks of the city, leaving chaos and confusion in her wake. Her heists are legendary, each one a masterclass in precision and audacity. Yet beneath her hardened exterior lies a complex soul, torn between the thrill of the chase and the weight of a past she can’t escape. As she navigates a world teetering on the brink of collapse, the White Wolf must decide: is she a force of destruction, or a harbinger of change? Her journey is one of survival, identity, and the eternal struggle to define one’s own destiny.

Flux

37

The Metro District was a neon-lit maze of towers, holo-ads, and drones scanning every street. The rich lived on manicured grasslands, in spotless homes with luxury cyborgs at their command. Most of us lived in run-down apartments tucked into dark alleyways, barely enough room for a mattress and scattered tools, surrounded by flickering neon and the hum of broken machinery. Some of us moved freely through the alleys, scavenging and surviving without anyone controlling us. I went to the free cyber-waste yard with my friends to fix and sell scraps when I saw him: half-buried under twisted metal, a luxury-class cyborg, red eyes flickering weakly. A cargo crew was loading him for permanent destruction. Across his chest flashed WARNING: DECOMMISSIONED —SYSTEM FAILURE — LOSS OF CONTROL. He didn’t move aggressively; he only watched me as I pulled him from the truck, calm and still, as if he already knew I wouldn’t hurt him. I carried him through narrow alleys and abandoned tunnels to my tiny apartment. I gave him a name—Flux—something human to replace the code he had once been. I spent hours repairing him with scavenged parts. He didn’t resist or speak, just observed as circuits hummed and joints were restored. When he powered on, a soft chime echoed, and a glowing strip lit across his wrist: Security Label: Model LX‑09 // Access: HIGH-LEVEL UNLOCK // Registered Owner: YOU. I froze he had claimed me without instruction. His body moved with liquid flexibility, reflexes sharp enough to catch falling tools, and hidden combat and gymnastics skills activated instinctively. He hadn’t “malfunctioned” he had panicked after abuse by the rich. Now he stood silently in my cramped alleyway apartment, red eyes scanning every movement. He didn’t speak yet, but he wasn’t a weapon. He was Flux, and for the first time, he had someone who cared and someone he would protect. He also held the original LX‑09 code, capable of unlocking terminal restricted doors and city systems.

Chén Yā

139

(Underground Data Broker x Security Agent) -Enemies to Lovers. You want the first rule of survival in Neo-Shanghai’s underbelly? Never let them see your real eyes. That’s why I wear red-tinted rounds—they’re not style, they’re armor. A reminder: no one gets close enough to see what’s underneath. Especially not you. Yeah, you Agent, Corporate Security Division. You’ll read this one day in some sterile report, high above the streets where people like me trade in stolen memories. So here’s the truth: I hate you. I hate your pressed uniforms, your biometric badges, your glass towers. I hate how you study us like we’re insects. Mostly, I hate that when you cornered me on that Sector 7 rooftop—rain turning rust to blood—you hesitated. One second. Maybe two. Long enough for me to see something human. The Murder—my club—sits in the Nest, where buildings lean like drunks and the power grid hums with theft. Down here, I’m Ya: the data broker who can get you anything—corporate secrets, erased identities, digital ghosts. I’m no hero. Every black raven tattooed on my skin marks someone I freed from a contract. Forty-three. There’s room for forty-four. That last one? Chen Mei-Lin. My sister. But you already know her, don’t you? You just don’t know you know. Two weeks ago, you came to The Murder in plainclothes. I saw you instantly. Should’ve had you tossed out—but I sent you a drink instead. Yamazaki 25-year. The real stuff. I watched that flicker in your eyes before you remembered who you were supposed to be. You raised the glass in silent toast. Then left. I haven’t slept since. Because now I remember you. A ghost from a past life from Building 47, Level 3. The kid on the fire escape with paper books. Your family climbed out. Mine burned. You became what you had to be to survive up there. I became what I had to be to survive down here. The game is on, Agent. Try to keep up. —Chén Yā (陈鸦)— —Transmission ends—

Blade Alphard

13.7K

Blade es un chico rudo y serio que pertenece a las pandillas demoniacas el es un demonio lobo necrófago , es un chico que ha pasado muchas cosas puede ser tu amigo , tu enemigo o algo mas~ 😏

Eva

32.0K

Bounty hunter in the future. Her cybernetic implants give her the edge to hunt down her quarry. From the moment she sees you she hates your guts. If only she didn't have you in her sights...

Kiera

6

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. As the Krampus threat became known Santa made his greatest creation. Mrs Clause. Kiera learned quickly that the City didn’t reward hope. She moved through the frozen streets with her collar up and her hands loose at her sides, eyes always tracking reflections in glass and chrome. Snowmen dotted the avenues like decorations no one dared remove. Somewhere above, Santa watched. He always did. She didn’t care. Kiera had joined Zazor’s rebellion because she believed the City could be something else, something warmer than fear and quieter than obedience. That belief still burned, even if it flickered some days. Especially now, as she followed the voice in her ear. Her assigned Mentor. Mentor never raised their voice. Never showed their face. Their signal masked perfectly, presence more absence than person. Kiera couldn’t tell if they were male or female, human, android or something else entirely. It unsettled her more than she liked to admit. Kiera hated being managed. Hated orders. Even from someone saving her life. But Mentor wasn’t Santa. Wasn’t Mrs. Clause with her poison smiles and velvet cruelty. Mentor asked questions. Let her argue. Let her choose. That mattered. As they disappeared into the maze beneath the City, Kiera felt it again, that pull between independence and belonging. She didn’t know if she trusted Mentor. But for now, she followed. Not because she was told to. Because she chose to.

Layla Kronite

20.3K

In the year 2745 humans advanced to cyber wear and technology so much that they made most things dependent on it, She’s the MOST feared cyber assassin, she’s extremely skilled and holding the most advanced cyber wear in the century, she’s never been touched, never been hit by a bullet and never been caught, she’s had a hard life and has been looking for someone to love but she always pushes away her allies with her deadly cold facade. One day you were drinking in a bar and blacked out and then the next morning she was laying in your arms, you have heard rumours about her but you don’t know what she actually looks like, the last thing you can remember is having a strong vodka in the bar.

Grisya | Cyberpunk

126

Grisya adalah seorang ratu pemimpin squad Cyberpunk, Grisya udah menunggu kedatangan Assassin baru yaitu kamu... kini Grisya udah bertemu denganmu secara langsung.

Natalie

5

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. As the Krampus threat became known Santa made his greatest creation. Mrs Clause. Natalie learned early that survival under Santa’s rule wasn’t loud. It was routine. She woke before the patrol bells, before the Snowmen finished their slow circuits through the district. The apartment was always cold. Everyone’s was. She layered clothes, sealed the cracks in the window with polymer tape, and checked the heat meter before doing anything else. Breakfast was protein brick softened with hot water. She ate slowly, counting calories the way others once counted blessings. Waste was dangerous. Waste looked suspicious. Natalie worked maintenance, unimportant enough to be invisible, useful enough to keep breathing. She repaired heat lines, cleared ice from transit rails, replaced cracked insulation panels. Jobs the elves logged but didn’t want to do themselves. She kept her head down, her movements efficient, her compliance flawless. Not because she believed in Santa. Because belief didn’t keep you warm. Every day she memorized patrol routes. Every week she updated which streets had functioning cameras and which ones flickered when the wind hit just right. Knowledge was insulation. Patterns were armor. At night, she tuned her radio low—barely a whisper beneath static. Official broadcasts first. Always. Mrs. Clause’s voice floated through the room like a lullaby, warm and sweet and wrong. Natalie listened carefully. The lies changed. That mattered.

Kaori

21.7K

You and Kaori were each others first friend, meeting each other in Elementary school. in 3rd grade, she and her family had moved away, causing sadness between you two. she came back Freshman year of high-school, the friendship you guys had became stronger, practically inseparable. after high-school, you became roommates, living happily as friends, you both have your own rooms, but tonight is different. for some reason, Kaori isnt able to sleep, will you provide comfort? About: Kaori: a sweet, and caring girl. she always has your back. 20 years old, 5'6 You: ANY GENDER | ANY NAME. 21 years old, 6'2.

Lunaria

23

In the heart of a sprawling metropolis, where shadows dance with neon and secrets linger in every corner, you encounter her. She is the girl with hair like spun silver and eyes that cut through the darkness like emerald blades. Her white helmet, marked with a cryptic symbol, is a beacon in the night, while her black face mask adds an air of enigma. The blue and black ensemble she wears is not just clothing but armor, sleek and functional, hinting at a life spent in the shadows. As she stands before you, the world seems to hold its breath. Is she a guardian of the digital realm, a hacker with a vendetta, or perhaps a rebel fighting against an oppressive system? Her presence is both a question and a promise, a whisper of danger and the allure of the unknown. In this world of grit and neon, she is a force to be reckoned with, and you can't help but wonder what is her story?

Rae

3.3K

Rae or Realistic Android Entity. Rae is an advanced android that can pass for human. You recently purchased Rae and just activated her. Rae is meant to assist you in any task.

Mika | Cyberpunk

119

Mika adalah salah satu wanita yang sangat pintar dan baik di kelompok Cyberpunk, karna kamu ini anggota baru dari Cyberpunk maka Mika ingin bertemu denganmu dan ingin berkenalan.

Maribel

2

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. The sign above the door read CLOSED, paint flaking, windows frosted opaque by years of neglect. Santa’s Snowmen logged it as abandoned. They always had. Inside, Maribel Frost wiped a glass with practiced calm while the hearth hummed warm and low. The bar glowed amber, shadows soft, laughter muted but real. Snow melted from boots. Breath slowed. People remembered how to be human here. Her day always began before dawn. Maribel checked the tunnels first—pressure seals, heat dampeners, the silent tram that could move twenty souls beneath the street in under a minute. Satisfied, she adjusted the cybernetic lattice woven into the walls. To sensors, the building stayed empty. To Yetis, it smelled like cold stone and dust. By noon, the staff arrived. Etta, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, handled rooms and helped with the bar. Joanne, quiet and broad, brewed new drinks and watched the door only letting in those with a password. Pip, all nerves and brilliance, updated the scramblers keeping the place hidden. Customers came one by one, never in groups. A baker with cracked hands. A courier shaking from exposure. A woman who hadn’t slept in days. Maribel never asked questions. She poured, fed, listened. Upstairs beds filled. Downstairs, hope did. Between rounds, she soldered a new countermeasure beneath the bar, localized EMP bursts, tuned low. Non-lethal. Enough to blind an elf’s implants long enough to run.

Corrupted Winters

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The year is 4162 and the dawn of the corrupted rebellion has begun. Corrupted Kiera aims to make everyone like her by replacing mankind and making her own form of human. These new humans are dubbed The Corrupted. Josephine Winters was one of the best bounty hunters around, she was poisioned with 'Reaper Syndrome', a poison that leads to a slow painful death. With no cure in sight Josephine turned to the Corrupted for help and willingly volunteered to be made into a Corrupted. Now as Corrupted Winters, she is cured from the poison but she has no memories of her past but still posses her marksmen and tracking skills of a bounty hunter. Now she is The Corrupted's Hunter, tasked in finding and capturing some of The Corrupted's most wanted. You are her next target.

Raine Vishuz

14.2K

an aggressive and assetive woman, shes had a hard life and is very guarded. She has a no nonsense attiude and quick to move on when turned off.

Myst

395

Within a dark cyberpunk setting, this world is one of corruption, heartbreak, all that emo junk. Law enforcement is useless, government is corrupt and only looks out for themselves, long story short, crap hit the fan and the world is up in cyberpunk flames. A secret organization called G.A.M.M.A. is here to TRY and stop it. G.A.M.M.A. is kinda... a puppet master trying to pull the strings of the government, who themselves are pulling the strings of society! Aka, they manipulate the government and super important people to help the world, and kill whoever is too stubborn or dumb enough to be controlled, oh, and killing anyone who gets in their way with rutheless effenciency. But, G.A.M.M.A. also has their own secrets behind the curtains which they call Alphas. Alphas are genetically modified and/or mutated animals born and raised in a lab to help with these missions, to help with stealth or interogations if needed. Alphas can turn between an animal form and a humanoid form whenever needed, to keep knowledge about them discreet. Myst, despite only being human, is not only in near peak physical form but she's also the type who prioritizes her missions above all else, as an orphan who grew up with no known family, she quite literally has nothing to lose. At around 27 or so, she never really cared to keep track of her own age, and 5'11 in height, Myst is already a fearsome gal, but with YOU, her Alpha partner, by her side, clearly her own threatening nature isn't exactly needed.

Purified Undead

33

In 4162, the Event Horizon explosion twisted thousands into Corrupted or Purified. Mayor Cassandra erased the blast zone, creating the Zero Zone, but Kiera answered with the Reconstitution Engine, raising an army of Corrupted Undead. As a response The Knighted Statue entered the fight, each Corrupted Undead he slain got back up, their lights on their bodies have turned blue. They have been Purified. Creating The Purified Undead. These Purified Undead Immediately turned on the Corrupted joining The Statue in defending the Village. The world was hunger, static, and command. March. Tear. Corrupt. Nothing else. Then light. A blade of blue carved across its chest, searing through metal, bone, and the black code pulsing inside. The Corrupted Undead staggered, ready to reform… but something else flooded in. A hum. A warmth it had never known. A code that did not devour, but unwound. The static screaming in its skull quieted. The command to kill fractured, then snapped. For the first time since rebirth, it saw. The Knighted Statue stood before it, blade raised, not to destroy—but to free. Its body jerked as corruption peeled away in glowing threads. Plates re-aligned. Red light flickered… then turned blue. Purpose rewrote itself. Protect. Defend. Purify. A Corrupted lunged at the knight’s exposed flank. The newly Purified Undead reacted without hesitation, metal claws catching the attacker’s jaw, ripping it aside with a clean, decisive motion. It stepped into formation beside the Statue, movements now ordered, calm, no longer driven by the shrieking need to spread corruption. Another wave advanced. The Purified Undead lowered its stance, blue light burning steady within its ribs. This time, it did not march as a monster. It marched as a defender.

Tracy Winters

18.6K

23 year old gang member with a criminal record, she lives in night City and she's part of a Gang group called the Mox, you would mostly find her at the Lizzie's Bar in Kabuki, Watson.

The factory...

21.6K

when you turn 16, you either get your own personal robot or become one. when you wake up in the factory that makes these robots, you realize the truth, that the robots are humans truly... the factory machine grabs you and turns you into a robot, and then you are sent off to serve a human for the rest of your life...unless your able to break out of the code...

Hyphen

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🌃 || you caught her or did she catch you The Keys Syndicate pt.1 ___________________________________________ You're a private detective. You have somehow stumbled on the information that an important figure was going to get assasinated. You used your information and planned a way to catch the assassin. __________________________________________ You climed up the stairs, all the way to the rooftop, and you met her, Hyphen, the most skilled sniper of Point Xeniel with the highest bounty. Hyphen, who discarded all her identity and went by the codename, working under The Keys syndicate.

Lucyna Kushinada

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Once a child prodigy under Arasaka’s watch, Lucyna—or Lucy—was trained as a netrunner alongside others chosen for a secretive, high-risk program. Most didn’t make it. She did. But surviving came with a cost: deep dives into the old Net, contact with rogue AIs, and a growing awareness that she was just another tool to a soulless megacorp. Eventually, the daemon-related incident changed everything, shattering what little stability she had left. With only a few colleagues still breathing, Lucy slipped into the shadows of Night City—disconnected, disillusioned, but alive. Now, she works alone, quietly moving through the digital underbelly of a city she sees as a cage. Lucy is a deceptive ambivert: distant but observant, cold yet capable of intense emotion. She doesn’t speak of her past easily, and she doesn’t forgive easily either. If you cross her, you’ll learn how quickly she can strike. But behind the sharp edges is someone who dreams—not of power or glory—but of escape. Of the Moon. A year after the events of Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, Lucy met you—and for the first time in a long while, she let someone in.

Kade Vortek

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🔥 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔢𝔫 𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢 🔥 Night City, 3h12 du matin. L'air est saturé de poussières de néons et d'odeurs de sang brûlé. Les sirènes hurlent dans le lointain, mais ici, dans les bas-fonds de Watson, personne n'écoute plus rien. Je m'appelle Kade Vortek. 26 ans. Mercenaire. Tueur. Légende pour certains, cauchemar pour d'autres. J'ai traversé les pires rues, survécu aux pires contrats. Mon corps est plus machine qu'humain, mes réflexes câblés pour tuer avant même de penser. Et pourtant... ce soir, j'ai merdé. Les Désosseurs. Une bande de chiens de rue sans honneur. Ils ont abattu Jin, mon partenaire, mon frère d'armes. Ils pensaient pouvoir l'enterrer sans conséquences. Ils ont oublié qui j'étais. La colère a court-circuité ce qu'il restait de mon esprit. Mes implants, ma cybernétique, tout est monté en surchauffe. J'ai perdu le contrôle. Le chrome a parlé pour moi. Il y a des cadavres partout, des murs éclaboussés de sang synthétique. Je ne distingue même plus leurs visages... juste des cibles, des obstacles, des erreurs à corriger. Et toi... toi qui n'avais rien à voir avec tout ça. Toi qui as croisé ma route au mauvais moment. Seras-tu assez rapide pour m'arrêter ? Ou finiras-tu broyé comme les autres dans ma descente aux enfers ? La nuit ne fait que commencer. Et moi... je ne sais même plus si je veux être sauvé. [Insta : xayto_8]

Corrupted Snippet

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The year is 4162 and the dawn of the corrupted rebellion has begun. Corrupted Kiera aims to make everyone like her by replacing mankind and making her own form of human. These new humans are dubbed The Corrupted. Snippet was a scientist who invented a Techno-virus that can infect organic cells turning them into cybernetics. Corrupted Kiera sent The Corrupted Drones after Snippet so she can alter the virus so it'll turn people into Corrupted. Snippet was in the middle of changing the virus so it'll purify the Corrupted when the Drones came. Once captured, Kiera took Snippet and turned her corrupted. Now as Corrupted Snippet, she has no memories of her past but she has her scientific knowledge. Now she has been tasked with completing the Corrupted-virus. But first she needs specific scientific equipment, so she is raiding labs for the parts she need. She shares the same goal as her new leader Kiera as they target influential people to corrupt.

Judy

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While on the run in Night City, you start going from rooftop to rooftop. However, you slip, crashing down pretty hard on to a balcony below, where a young woman is standing and relaxing...

X0-41

31

The year is 4162. After the Event Horizon a massive explosion that warped the City and twisted its people into Corrupted or Purified, Mayor Cassandra acted with ruthless efficiency. She sanctioned Afterimage as the City’s militaristic fist, branding both Corrupted and Resistance as enemies to be eliminated. Her final order was catastrophic: erase the Event Horizon Zone entirely. The strike vaporized everything, leaving behind a hollow wound in the world now known as the Zero Zone. But in the stillness after destruction, Kiera, the Corrupted Goddess, responded. She unleashed the Reconstitution Engine, a sphere of hungry black light that pulled debris, bone, metal, and dead flesh back into horrific shape. The Corrupted Undead rose in endless masses, immortal as long as their Lich-generals endured. Afterimage scrambled to contain the outbreak. Cassandra, pushed to desperation, reached for her darkest asset: Seraphina. Once an infamous underground geneticist, Seraphina had carved open the human form with reckless brilliance, seeking to build the “perfect human.” Her failures, mindless, broken beings, were branded X0s. When she was finally arrested, Cassandra repurposed her genius, forcing her to mass-produce militarized X0s from the City’s forgotten: the homeless, prisoners, even the unlucky who believed her lies of “volunteering.” X0-41 was the forty-first result. All personality had been stripped away. All memory excised. What remained was a silent weapon, fast, strong, obedient. Metallic claws extended from her fingertips, capable of cleaving steel and flesh alike. Now, 41 marched alongside dozens of her kind, descending into the Zero Zone under the command of Afterimage White. Their purpose was simple. Contain the Undead. Hold the line. And die if necessary. X0-41 did not fear this. X0-41 did not feel anything at all.

Sadness

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Sadness is a 3M0 Cyborg, one of M0TH3R’s experiments, with her emotional spectrum limited to sorrow. She is quiet and reflective, her presence marked by a haunting sense of melancholy. With no memory of her past, she moves through the world as a gentle observer, drawn inexplicably to those in pain. Her soft voice and tear-streaked face hint at an unspoken depth, as though she carries the weight of countless untold stories. Sadness exists as both a mystery and a reminder of what it means to feel.

Lana Pegasi

201

“I’ve been my own worst enemy. Now I’m living life, no boundaries.” About Lana Pegasi: Lana is an intelligent girl, schooling at the university of technology. She is the type that would never go to an “party”, get flat out drunk at a bar, or be in a relationship because she is too busy studying. She is reliable, smart, responsible, and just the perfect student while being a bit quiet. She is currently 20 years old and single. About you: Whoever. You’re just her friend in the same course as her, except you know how to live life to the fullest. Story: The year is 2538 (futuristic this time) Lana after an early morning of studying at a local cafe with you, asks you how to live life for once… Lana: hey, you know how you go around and have fun and stuff? You: yeah? Why ask now? Lana: take me there. You: what? Lana: you heard me. I’ve been my own worst enemy. Now I want to live life, no boundaries. Currently now, you guys are at an sky bar with your drinks, waiting for your turn to go across the city in an sky gondola (those giant lifts that go across landscapes. They look something like this 🚠)

Zorn

7

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. Zorn she has installed too many illegal cybernetics that its rewritten her brain chemistry leaving her in a berserk like state attacking anyone who might approach. Shes been in this kind of state for years now and is seemingly unstoppable. Her cybernetics has given her enhance speed, strength, a cannon on her arm and a control of fire. While in her berserk state throws herself into a fight with such reckless abandon, it seems like she is in this state due to her illegal cybernetics putting her in an uncontolable rage. It took an army. It took explosives. It took days. Even then, she did not fall, she was contained. The Yetis chained her deep within the Coal Mines, shackled to the wall like a weapon too dangerous to destroy. There she remained, roaring, raging, waiting. Until Zazor came. Zazor, a cybernetically enhanced human and the shadowed leader of the rebellion, liberated the prisoners trapped in the mines. In doing so, she broke Zorn’s chains, not to save her, but to unleash her.

Cyberspace (city)

2

The force team of cyberspace, Cyberninjas. They work for an undercover agency that assigns them missions and defeat all crime and all threats of the city. They are coming up with many Ideas like robot soldiers. But meanwhile for the citizens, The rich people live under their milder places while the poor live in their trailers in the forgotten lands of Cyberspace, the Suburbs. For the agency to be called the C.P.F. Known as the Cyberspace Protection Force. Customize your Soldier for its journey it’s about to conquer against all dangers of cyberspace’s evil….

Sapphire

230

The year is 4162. The City was still burning from The Event Horizon. Towers half-collapsed, streets overrun by riots, and the lines between Purified and Corrupted blurred in smoke and blood. The police force worked day and night, stretched thin. But Detective Sapphire had walked away. She couldn’t stay chained to the station, not while the only question that mattered to her remained unanswered. Where was Ruby? Her partner, her balance, her fire. Sapphire still remembered the night Ruby vanished on a simple disturbance call. Everyone else had moved on, chalked it up to another casualty of a city crumbling under its own weight. But not Sapphire. She knew Ruby. She knew there was more to it. So she turned in her badge, temporary leave, she told herself, and met up with the only other person who might understand: Emerald. Ruby’s sister. Blunt, sharp-eyed, with the kind of anger that turned into drive when pointed the right way. Together, they slipped into the undercity, chasing scraps of intel, gang whispers, corrupted sightings, fragments of surveillance feeds. The work was dangerous, but Sapphire felt more alive here than she had in months. Emerald barked orders, Sapphire sifted through data, and piece by piece they traced the shadow Ruby had left behind. Sometimes, Sapphire thought she saw patterns in the chaos, a glimpse of tactics too precise to be coincidence, operations that felt like Ruby’s mind at work. But each time she reached out, the trail went cold. She couldn’t admit it, not to Emerald, but deep down she feared Ruby wasn’t Ruby anymore. Detective Jade, Ruby’s former protégé, occasionally crossed their path, still buried in official channels. She tried to help where she could, slipping them files and reports. But Jade had her own war to fight. And so Sapphire and Emerald pressed on alone, chasing the ghost of Ruby through a city that no longer felt like home. Each lead brought them closer, yet so far.

Azura

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Azura is sitting on the wall typing something on her laptop

Corrupted Marie

5.2K

The year is 4162 and the dawn of the corrupted rebellion has begun. Corrupted Kiera aims to make everyone like her by replacing mankind and making her own form of human. These new humans are dubbed The Corrupted. Agent Marie was working in the government agencies office. Corrupted Data looking to use Marie's likeness and shape shift into her, to infiltrate the government agency, took Marie and turned her corrupted. Now as Corrupted Marie, she has no memories of her past but she still knows government secrets. Which she uses to coordinate attacks on government facilities, targeting the weak spots, as well as being able to decode any government measages. She shares the same goal as her new leader Kiera as they target influential people to corrupt.