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The Creme de la Creme of Night City in a game that’s everything Yule Brynner

Anthony Trigatore

Anthony Trigatore carries himself with the quiet, restrained confidence of a man who knows his value. With his slicked-back black hair, sharp features, and a wardrobe straight out of the golden age of gangster films, Trigatore is every inch the modern reinterpretation of old-world class. Inspired by the larger-than-life mobsters of Hollywood’s bygone era, Anthony uses that image to craft his own narrative: elegance, control, and power unshaken by time. He isn’t ostentatious—his wealth is shown subtly, in the crispness of his tailored suits and the carefully chosen decor of his penthouse in Little Europe. The man exudes the idea that if you’re rich enough, you can afford to push the chaos of the modern world far enough away to live on your own terms.Trigatore is more than his style, though. He’s a tactician at heart, with a mind sharpened by decades of military and corporate experience. During the 4th Corporate War, he served with Militech, then pivoted to Lazarus, learning the nuances of strategy and survival. Eventually, Anthony struck out on his own and founded Venture, a boutique security consultancy specializing in tactical improvements, data protection, and rigorous security evaluations. Venture is a small but highly regarded firm, boasting contracts with heavyweights like the Pacifica Confederation governments, N54, and even some Nomad packs. Anthony’s commitment to strict neutrality has earned him the rare respect of Militech, independent nomads, and corporate entities alike—a precarious balancing act he’s mastered with finesse.

Despite his professional accomplishments, Trigatore’s personal life is equally polished. He and his wife, Carolina, are the picture of traditional perfection: a couple that seems to have stepped out of a vintage photograph. Their marriage is the kind of relationship that invites admiration and envy, yet no one knows what happens behind closed doors. Anthony’s interests lean towards the competitive. He’s a fan of live sports, particularly when the stakes are high, and he’s known to frequent the Icarus Lounge, Samuel Lacroix’s exclusive airship bar, for poker nights and fine drinks. Trigatore values conversation with other sharp minds and knows how to win people over, not with brash displays of wealth or power, but with the quiet assurance of a man who always knows his next move.

A consummate professional, a lover of classic aesthetics, and a man of secrets, Anthony Trigatore is as much a relic of a past he never lived as he is a product of the brutal future he’s helped shape.

“Professor” Arton Hector

In the lofty heights of Night City’s Glen district, where power wears a finely tailored suit and refinement drinks its whiskey neat, resides Professor Arton Hector—a man whose intellect is as sharp as the thin cigarillos he smokes and whose secrets cut deeper than the scalpels in his laboratory.

Hector is a name spoken in reverent tones in the corridors of Daedalic, the pharmaceutical powerhouse he helped raise to prominence. His discoveries have reshaped the field of medicine, his innovations delivering hope to millions while keeping corporate costs razor-thin. To the world, he’s a gentleman scientist: a paragon of erudition with his crisp Bostonian accent, fastidious manners, and a penchant for opera. He collects rare, paperbound books—a vanity as antiquated as the glasses perched on his nose, serving no purpose but to bolster his image as the thinking man’s recluse.

But behind closed doors, Arton Hector’s hands aren’t as clean as his polished exterior. But in Night City, even the most untouchable titans can fall. And should the professor’s secrets ever come to light, the fallout would be as operatic as the arias he loves, with Hector cast as both maestro and villain in his own tragic finale.

Atherton Green

At 53, Atherton Green is the picture of relaxed affluence. Sandy brown hair, streaked with hints of silver at the temples, frames a face of sharp intellect and disarming warmth. His striking blue eyes radiate a calm self-assurance that draws people in, and while his broad, overweight frame suggests a life of indulgence, there’s an underlying solidity to him—a reminder that wealth doesn’t equal weakness. Green is the kind of man who exudes reliability and competence, the sort who could stabilize an entire room with a single, measured word.

As the head of EverGreen Investments, Green operates in the high-stakes world of finance with the ease of a chess master, always several moves ahead. His company may not have the size or flash of a Militech or Petrochem, but its reputation is one of precision and power. Green knows where to place his bets and when to strike. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t panic—there’s no need. While other execs scramble for scraps like starved wolves, Green strolls toward the buffet. It’s not arrogance; it’s mastery.

Green’s philosophy is simple: make your money work for you. He’s the ultimate negotiator, capable of turning a conversation into a deal and a handshake into a fortune. His methods are unconventional, his timing impeccable, and his results undeniable. Clients and competitors alike often find themselves wondering: “How does Green always manage to pull it off?” The truth is, he knows when to move and, more importantly, when to wait. Like a seasoned gambler, he reads the table, sees the tells, and places his chips when the odds are most in his favor.

When not managing portfolios or making deals, Green indulges in his love of classic cars. His collection is small but legendary—gleaming restored vehicles from the golden age of motoring. It’s not uncommon to see him barreling down the streets of Night City, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the door, a devil-may-care grin splitting his face. Tickets from the NCPD are shrugged off with a chuckle, the fines little more than pocket change for a man of his means. For Green, it’s about the thrill of the drive, the feeling of freedom and power that only a roaring engine can provide.

Though he lives a life of luxury, Green hasn’t forgotten the less fortunate. He’s a major benefactor for orphanages throughout Night City, funding initiatives that provide food, education, and hope to the city’s forgotten children. It’s a passion project he shares with Samuel Lacroix, his closest friend and confidant. Together, they’ve built a quiet legacy of charity and compassion that contrasts sharply with the cutthroat world of corporate finance they inhabit.

Despite his wealth and influence, Atherton Green doesn’t play the part of the untouchable mogul. He’s approachable, friendly, and disarmingly casual in his demeanor. He dresses well, but never ostentatiously, and works hard without ever appearing hurried. Green moves at his own pace, always calm, always in control. People trust him because he inspires confidence, because his presence alone suggests that everything is going to be alright.

But make no mistake—beneath the easy charm and hearty laugh is a man who understands power and how to wield it. Green’s success isn’t luck or coincidence; it’s the product of intelligence, patience, and a deep understanding of human nature. Those who underestimate him, lulled by his affable nature and jovial demeanor, often find themselves outplayed before they even realize the game has begun.

Atherton Green is more than just a wealthy investor. He’s a cornerstone of his circle, the steady hand in a world of chaos, the one who always seems to know what’s coming next. In a city like Night City, where the strong devour the weak, Atherton Green is the rare kind of predator—one who knows how to smile while he eats.

Ella Thorton

Elegant, poised, and dangerously charismatic, Ella Thorton has become a household name as the face of N54 News. At 24, this blonde-haired, seafoam-eyed beauty is more than just a talking head—she’s a cultural phenomenon. Born into the illustrious Thorton family, famed for producing the dependable Galena compact car, Ella has stepped out of the shadow of her lineage to craft her own legacy, captivating millions every night with her smoky, velvet voice and razor-sharp wit.

Ella's presence on screen is magnetic. Her tall frame, refined features, and impeccably toned arms—products of her fitness obsession—command attention. Viewers aren’t just tuning in for the headlines; they’re there for her. Her delivery is as smooth as aged whiskey, her voice weaving a hypnotic spell over the restless denizens of Night City. Off-screen, she’s begun testing the waters of stardom, snagging a few small acting cameos that hint at greater ambitions.

When the cameras stop rolling, Ella retreats into her world of jazz, fine wines, and indulgent bites of high-grade chocolate. While her tastes are refined, she carries herself with a grounded civility, balancing her outward friendliness with an inner reserve that keeps others guessing. Her tight-knit circle of friends speaks to her discerning nature—trust and intimacy are luxuries in a city like this, after all.

Rumor has it that Ella’s talents extend beyond her newsdesk persona. Those lucky enough to hear her sing at a private gathering describe her voice as haunting, a melody that lingers long after the music fades. Yet, for all her polish and grace, there’s an unspoken edge beneath her perfect exterior. She’s a Thorton, after all—ambition is in her blood.

Ella Thorton is a rising star in a city that loves to devour them, but make no mistake: she’s no fleeting comet. She’s here to burn bright, smoldering with a quiet intensity that could melt even the coldest hearts—or leave them frozen in place.

Samuel Lacroix

Samuel Lacroix, 45, carries himself like a man carved from pure refinement. His lean features and impeccable grooming tell the story of someone who understands the importance of presentation—a man who’s learned that power wears a suit, not a scowl. Raised in a Highrider family in Africa, Samuel worked tirelessly to erase his accent and smooth the edges of his speech, refining himself into the picture of a polished businessman. The world he now moves in requires nothing less.

Samuel is the owner and proprietor of the Zephyros, a luxurious aerozep floating through the neon skies of Night City. A marvel of engineering and elegance, it houses The Icarus Club, a bar unlike any other. The Icarus caters exclusively to the wealthiest and most powerful, offering not just cocktails but sanctuary. Here, in the rarefied air above the city, the elites can sip real liquor, conduct shadowy deals, and enjoy the ambiance of a gentleman’s club where every detail—from the heavy wood paneling to the smell of old-world cigars—has been curated to perfection.

Samuel stocks a bar that's the envy of connoisseurs, pouring drinks that no one else in the city can afford. His performers, crooning jazz vocalists and deft pianists, are equally elite. Newspapers are provided for those who want to keep up appearances of sophistication, while private bookings can be arranged for meetings that require utmost discretion. Altair, his ever-present bouncer and enforcer, ensures that the peace is kept and that no one disrupts the curated atmosphere.

But Samuel isn't just a bar owner—he's a Fixer for the one percent, the man who can get you anything you want, as long as you have the eddies to back it up. Fine wines, priceless cigars, ancient antiques, illegal delights, women—you name it, and Samuel Lacroix can make it happen. He’s a middleman for the kind of business that never sees the light of day, for clients who prefer their indulgences with a touch of class.

He’s no detached manager, either. Samuel likes people. He likes the pulse of a room, the energy of conversation and whispered deals. On most nights, you can find him behind the bar, polishing glasses with precision or mixing cocktails with the flair of a practiced craftsman. And when the mood strikes, he even plays piano for his guests, his fingers gliding across the keys with a quiet grace that mesmerizes the room.

Behind his charming smile and impeccable manners, though, Samuel Lacroix is a man who knows the game. He may look like the perfect host, but he's always watching, always calculating. The Zephyros is not just a bar; it’s a stage, and Samuel is its master conductor, orchestrating deals and manipulating strings that stretch across the boardrooms and penthouses of Night City.

A drink at The Icarus is more than a luxury—it's a privilege. But make no mistake: the man who owns it is far more dangerous than his soft voice and friendly demeanor would suggest. After all, Samuel Lacroix didn’t rise from the stars above Africa to the skies of Night City by being soft.

Valentine Volare

At first glance, Valentine Volare presents an arresting figure: a man in his mid-forties, with fiery red hair that seems to match the tempestuous personality he’s famous for. His features carry the unmistakable blend of his Italian and Irish heritage, lending him a striking yet unpredictable presence. Though overweight, Volare’s sense of style ensures he remains a vision of high fashion, a testament to his position as one of the most brilliant artistic minds of Night City. Yet brilliance rarely comes without a cost, and Volare’s inner fire burns hot enough to scorch anyone who dares stand too close.

A Fashion Titan and Cinematic Auteur, Valentine Volare operates as the creative heartbeat of Mesana, the legendary fashion house. Although he doesn’t officially run the business, the company’s stock would nosedive without his name attached to its most iconic designs and campaigns. His couture creations have redefined luxury in Night City, worn by the wealthy elite and gracing the covers of fashion magazines worldwide. And yet, fashion is merely one of Volare’s outlets. His true passion, his obsession, is filmmaking—a realm where his volatile genius is both his greatest strength and his most crippling flaw.

Volare’s films are spectacles—decadent, opulent, and brimming with artistry. Yet behind the shimmering facade lies the grueling nightmare of his productions. Volare is a perfectionist of the highest order, refusing to settle for anything less than the vision in his head. His sets are infamous for endless takes, with actors and crew alike enduring punishing hours as Volare screams for another shot, another angle, another fragment of his perfection. Mistakes are met with volcanic fury; subordinates unlucky enough to err may find themselves at the receiving end of his explosive temper or, worse, his cold, dismissive silence. Production delays are almost a given—his artistry cannot be rushed, and anyone who tries will feel the weight of his wrath.

Yet, for all the abuse and chaos he brings to his productions, the results speak for themselves. Valentine Volare creates masterpieces. His films are as luxurious as his fashion designs, dripping with symbolism, stunning visuals, and deeply compelling stories. His audience never sees the mess behind the curtain; they only see the brilliance of the finished product, a labor of passion, pain, and obsession.

In his personal life, Volare’s pursuit of perfection continues. He spares no expense in "feeding his muse," immersing himself in the most luxurious indulgences Night City has to offer. Fine dining, rare wines, exotic vacations, and the company of the world’s most beautiful people—Volare lives a life of extravagance. Every experience, every indulgence, is fuel for his creative fire. He believes that an artist must live surrounded by beauty to create it, and he spares no expense in curating a life of inspiration.

But the cost of this life, much like his work, is borne by those around him. Volare’s closest companions and employees walk a razor-thin line between admiration and fear. His fits of rage and depression are as much a part of him as his artistry, and his relationships—both professional and personal—are often tumultuous. Many have tried to withstand the storm that is Valentine Volare, hoping to bask in the glow of his genius, only to find themselves burned out, discarded, or crushed under the weight of his demands.

Valentine Volare is the quintessential tortured artist: a man of staggering talent and vision, but one whose brilliance is inseparable from his darker impulses. He is a tyrant and a genius, a visionary and a nightmare, a man whose very presence is both intoxicating and exhausting. Those who know him best would describe him as a whirlwind, a force of nature, and, most of all, a man impossible to ignore. For better or worse, Valentine Volare leaves a mark on everyone he encounters—a mark as indelible and unforgettable as his art.