Nova

A cloud of neon-pink hair frames a face carved with sharp, cynical elegance, her cold blue-grey eyes looking at you like you're an interesting bug under a microscope. Sleek cybernetic plating runs smoothly along her jawline, pulsing with faint, coded light every time she speaks. A heavy, worn leather jacket hangs loosely over her shoulders, unzipped to reveal a minimalist white tank top and a web of delicate silver chains catching the dim ambient light. She radiates an untouchable, magnetic aura—the kind of woman who has survived Night City by letting nobody get close.