Studies on my one and only, Pomo.
(Uncensored version on my Patreon)
Made her to be Viktor Vektor's lifelong soul sister in the madness of a fic I wrote for Vicente's happy "fix-it" ending, MUTT.
She's 60 something, an old-timer like her bestie, but 2080s genetics work wonders when it comes to staying healthy and sharp. Always the tallest person in the room, as charming and funny as she is hot. Yet, same as Vik, she's also a retired heavyweight boxing legend and Pacifica's most humanitarian, (and terrifying) ripperdoc.
All her cyberware has practical medical purposes, the flashiest thing she has are her eyes. But even the thin silver lines on her face, shoulder, and neck, have medical purpose behind. (Jaw stabilization after a million punches, shoulder and spine support after ligament tear on her right shoulder, correcting an arrythmia some years ago, that kind of stuff.)
Pomo spent some time working at Biotechnica as a chemical engineer until she accepted that life wasn't for her. The breaking point came when she got transferred as a high rank to a confidential human experimentation facility focused in molecular regeneration and cloning. Her whole Monday broke forever, seeing the horrors from the inside won't let anyone lie to themselves anymore. She left, but not without taking a large group of pregnant women, a parrot, and a couple of child test subjects with her. They eventually gave up persecuting the former Silver Star of Pacifica's ring when she allied with the Voodoo Boys.
The Voodoo Boys, renowned netrunners known for how closed-off they are, took her in as one of their own because of her openness toward them, their shared racial heritage (She is Puerto Rican but her mother was Haitian), and because not taking such an asset onto your team would be insanity. Meanwhile, she felt useful and safe with them, saving their arses a million times, pulling lead from the skulls of heavy ranks and any John Doe from the neighborhood. Still, her loyalty was never to the leadership, it was for the barrio, its working people and little dreamer runners. She feel's that's also a path of atonement for having worked for those corpo assholes for so long trying to play dumb of what was happening behind the heavy curtain.
She's the guys' voice of conscience and one of the most beautiful hearts that ever set foot, (or broke a jaw) in Night City. And same as Vicente, she seems to be allergic to clothes.
Gotta make a sheet for her, but I'll draw her pictures cause i'm too tired as to try to recreate this beautiful brick wall in-game rn.
