Can't be fuckin assed to finish this shit but like here's Hound! He's my 'nomad' V in Cyberpunk2077. A short depressed fuck of a man with barely any cyberware and a tired-ass attitude.

Legal Name: [No records] Suspects his last name is Valentine.

Known Aliases: Hound, or just V.

Pronouns: He/They/It.

Lifepath: Claims Nomad [clan disbanded, suspected collapse.]

Physical Summary: Standing at only 5,3" it would be easy to underestimate the physique that hides beneath their layers upon layers of clothing. Mostly flesh and blood with a few minor implants, Hound relies on external cyberware that isn't permanently grafted to their body such as their interchangeable masks that hold just as much information if not more as Kiroshi optics. While their skin is rarely on display it appears to be a very pale white and rumour has it tattoos and piercings are scattered beneath the clothes. Including but not limited to Spider bites, barbells through the left eyebrow, and various depictions of snarling dogs, scratches, and bite marks trailing up both forearms as well as the midriff and ribcage. Hound's preference in clothing is, as their namesake suggests, anything with a large comfortable hood; adorned with spikes, studs, and patches. As well as plenty (and I mean plenty) of pockets.

Occupation: Drifter, Solo, Hardware techie.

Backstory Summary: Asking those who have known him for a while who Hound is will likely result in a run-down of their personality and not their origins. If you do, however, coax out a story... you'll quickly find it;s uncommon for more than a few people to tell the same tales. Some say born and bred American with an explorer's spirit, others claim an English street rat from across the water looking to run from their mistakes. truth be told... he's not sure himself. Why exactly he has such large lapses in memory is something he has little effort to spare on digging up.

Personality overview: Lax to an almost uncanny degree, it's very unusual to see Hound's voice raise or emotions flare above a languid shrug or disappointed sigh unless in life or death situations. Seemingly in a permanent state of tiredness, not helped by the chronic Insomnia and spiralling depression, it's easy to assume He does not care or has given up on living outside of just 'existing'. Despite this, their calm and often laid-back attitude attracts others to follow suit in some cases, inviting an open and sarcastically friendly atmosphere to anywhere they inhabit. With a quick wit, a vulgar sense of humour, and a surprising amount of genuine honesty he's far from unpleasant to be around.