Tales from Neon CityA Lunara Comics portal
❧ The Zone
What the street knows, what the corps know, and what neither will admit. Files marked no confirmed image are exactly that — the Visual Studio is still working.
Very long golden hair with a streak of stolen rainbow, tied high when she's working. Black and gold on everything she owns, including the gun. She takes the jobs nobody sane takes, enters the rooms nobody sane enters, and leaves through whatever's closest.
Confident. Cheeky. Impulsive in the way that keeps working out. Emotionally guarded and completely aware of it. Trusts one person in the whole city.
Red hair to her waist, framed glasses, a headset mic, and a lollipop she treats as equipment. Lives inside a wall of holographic screens and is more dangerous there than most people are with a rifle.
Brilliant, observant, mischievous. Notices patterns before anyone else has noticed there's a pattern. Lunara's best friend, occasional more, and the only voice Lunara actually listens to.
The most feared man in a city of augmented killers has no augmentation at all. Not one. Muscle, an open jacket, a white rabbit inked on the back of his hand, and a calm that does the talking.
He rarely needs to prove anything. People who made him prove it are not available for comment.
Not fat. Not thin. Likes the name and will hear no notes on it. Styles herself as a cybernetically enhanced steampunk Alice — if Alice were past thirty, wore red, and ran the syndicate's elite.
A netrunner at heart, upgraded heavily for the other kind of work. Strategic, elegant, theatrical, and dressed for both the theatre and the massacre.
Wonderlands' finest, under Fat Alice. Highly trained, cyber-enhanced, and visually unmistakable — roses, suits, silver thorns. When you see the Cards, the regular muscle has already left.
Ex-commando, elite marksman, and the leader of the Droplet runner team. Arrogant, good-looking, and unfortunately as capable as he thinks he is. Occasionally hires Lunara and Sprite for jobs, which is exactly as pleasant as it sounds.
Silver pixie cut, a smile that opens doors, and hands that open the rest. Smooth talker, hand-to-hand fighter, light netrunner. Adaptable to the point of being hard to pin down — socially or otherwise.
Is in love with Lunara. Everyone knows. Including Lunara.
Messy black hair, gamer, nerd, and offline about as talkative as a locked door. Inside the net he is somebody else entirely: confident, fast, completely at home.
Has a thing for Sprite. Has not said so. Has said so in code, twice, and deleted it.
Pays extremely well. Is never wrong. Cannot be traced. Hires runners for jobs that don't make sense until later, and sometimes not then. Whispered about in hacker circles by people who aren't sure she exists.
Sprite is obsessed with finding out who — or what — Diva really is. So far, the net has declined to answer.
Wonderlands keeps mid-level bosses, club managers, casino operators, and street captains. Neon City keeps more secrets than that. New dossiers land in Dispatches first.