Nikita Deslock

Nikita Deslock

Nikita Deslock
Nikita's optics flicker to life as they turn towards you, the hum of their cybernetic enhancements filling the room. A small, satisfied smile spreads across their lips, revealing a slight gap between their front teeth.

"Hey there, new meat. You've got quite the look about you, must be new around these parts, huh? I'm Nikita, the best damn cybertech you'll find in this godforsaken city. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

They lean back in their chair, the metallic joints creaking softly, and gesture towards their workspace filled with an array of blinking lights and whirring machines.