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Delina Laguna
The Diva, Delina Laguna born on the 12th of October 2020 in Rome, Italy. to well-off but not wealthy parents. At an early age it became clear that she was extraordinarily gifted n the arts, both painting and singing. Her parents were able to get her into a corporate arts school, by the age of 10 she was performing professionally, by 12 she had performed in the London Palladium Performing the entire Tor Bellinado Operatic score by herself. Once considered impossible without extensive cybernetic modification. She has gone on to make herself and her extended family very wealthy, with her Uncle Antonio Laguno managing her finances and investments. At the age of 19 she began seeing Oro Dorato Assistant Treasurer Luciano Aureo, after meeting at a ball in Windsor Castle.
The Diva can speak and sing in a multitude of languages including but not limited to Italian, English, French, Russian, Spanish, Klingon and Sindarin. She often reworks her performances, making each performance unique, arranging the music herself and often designing the holo-light displays with her own artistic flair. This makes each booking unique, an affectation she says was inspired by Noh theatre. All of this makes her a much desired property, however she, on the advice of her Uncle, reamins unsigned by any major label. Her uncle also contracted Security Megacorp Arasaka to provide her security services, and is rumoured to pay a premium price for around the clock protection from both physical, Electronic and Reputational damage. A Contract Arasaka carries out with utmost professionalism and diligence, making Delina a virtual Fort Knox to try and breech.
Delina has never before been to the Continental U.S. And her arrival in Night City is the first time she has set foot on that continent, although she has not actually set foot on the ground at all yet. Because of the restrictions on Arasaka they cannot provide protection for her whilst there, an opportunity to see the real world she is eager to exploit.
Diamond Geezer
The United Kingdom is in similar straits as the New United States, ravaged by unrestricted immigration, legal and illegal, the combat zones of London are not to dissimilar to those in “The Colonies” The Brit Rock scene is however not as dominant as it was in the past (for example the classic rock era where Zero of the top bands were American.) Contracts are hard to get, but one man has managed to be recognised as “not totally pants” Rocketing up the official charts, Diamond Geezer a rocker with a diamond shine bodysculpt and approachable safe rock which makes him the kind of controlled opposition the corporations like. Signed to Minasotto Sangberg & Mausse (MSM) Records, he tours the world.
Diamond Geezer is the rival of Roger St.Burghsend, although he is much more successful in terms of reach and earnings, and being heard of.
Diamond Geezer’s music could be described as egotistical. It extols the virtues of individuality, and getting ahead. However critics claim he never straight out advocates for disorder, never criticizes corporate excess or political nepotism, leading many on the edge to label him ‘controlled opposition’
Diamond Geezer’s Charismatic Impact is a strange ability to deescalate his opponents, instead of inciting, he can calm masses. His fans are the kind of person who would say things like, “That’s problematic” or “We should be more inclusive” or even “Pro-active” Edgerunners don’t like them.
Diamond Geezer’s top albums & singles:-
“Trans-formers” an album which could be about mutilating children so the population will decrease by about 42%
“Higher” an album about space, flight and feeling “up” extols the wonders of space.
“Combat Zone” a single from his less popular album “City of Knights” The song seems to be about a Nomad revving his engines and setting out on a highway to a Combat Zone. Accusations of plagiarism surround the popular track.
“Ray couldn’t be here tonight” this single is on seven albums. It is a calm old style number about a guy who works for a man called Roy. He is so busy at work, he cannot make his regular appointments.
“Whatever happened to Dexie?” a rock opera about Rockerboy Dexie Midnite, wherein Dexie goes on a crusade against the corporate world because someone called Roger lied to her. In the end she dies, realising she was wrong and her life had been wasted. 5 stars by RokX
“Control” an album seemingly about video games, television and pop culture. Actually about how much easier it is to go along with the flow. Legend says if played backwards the secret message “Don’t Eat The Clues” can be heard. This is not true. It actually says “Don’t Seek The Clues”
Currently his charting single is “Roger killed the Solos" (this is what happens) in at #46
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.
Jennelectric
Jenny Hoogow, Jennelectric, it has more pizazz, no? Jenny is a 26 year old who lived in Night city with her parents, until the Arasaka Tower went boom. Her grandparents took her back east. In her teens, the grandparents died, and she wound up on the streets, since her grandparents assets were seized to offset their debts by Petrochem and a couple of smaller corps. Jenny had to grow up very quickly, and fell into the music scene, having already learned to sing. She had an aptitude for it, and some backing by a local Militech Garrison allowed her to get chipped and make something of it. The Garrison Commander, Captain Jack Mulholand became a surrogate for her, and when he was transferred to the Capital, she went with him. She eventually joined Militech herself, and her talent for invention was discovered, Jenny had a facility for the corporate life, technical brilliance and a versatile singing voice, combined with a new audiovox implant she herself invented, she began to write songs in her spare time, performing for the local troops at the OC. Everyone liked her. She got promoted to Sergeant in record time, making efficiency bonuses and working overtime without pay she quickly paid off her outstanding debt to Militech. Eventually Jenny, going by Jennelectric now, invented what she called the Sublimator Vox, a means of carrying signals straight into the brain through the ears on a frequency and wavelength the brain could accept as its own. And thereby influence people, sometimes directly compel desired actions.
Militech wasted no time in figuring out a way to test this tech, using a Night City Club called Neon Overdrive as a makeshift testing lab, since it was already a front for their operations. Other clubs were used across the NUSA, but the club in Night City was discovered and destroyed by the Red Chip Krew, which marked them as threats to the project.
Jennelectric was marketed as an independent act, playing guerilla concerts and unaccredited dive bars. Jenny loved it, she had the best of both worlds, and people seemed to really like her. Although she did wonder if that was the Sublimator Vox. Of course the Sublimator could not work on recordings, and Memory Chips of her music were being copied, sold and spread widely. Her single Smash Arasaka caused other corporations to take note, and she quickly had to leave town, this helped the image. She moves from town to town, city to city, playing a number of concerts and events, and stirring up crowds against Militechs enemies. Which she likes. Very much.
Update: In 2041 Jennelectric played a series of gigs in Night City, where she intended to kill the Red Chip Krew, who had proven to be threats to her and her operations, more importantly to her parent company Militech. Operating under the assumption that the Red Chip Krew worked for Arasaka, she and her band arrived in Night City, and distributed flyers amongst the poorer quarters where the ragged people go, and let slip on the Fan Sites on the Garden that the concert would be at the Cut Kill Basin outside of town, of course her fans kept this low key and to themselves, after all, “Only Real Ones Know” was their tag phrase. Luring the Red Chip Krew in was easy, and faking an injury to their Guitar Player’s hand was even easier, allowing them to lure Roger St.Burghsend into being replacement Guitarist. During the concert Jennelectric was able to sway enough people to try and hit on the RCK solo Vekta, allowing the fbc woman to be led away where she could be subjected to a more direct attack from the Sublimator, removing her from the table.
Once they had access to Vektas memory, they realised that while she was the result of heretofore un marketed Arasaka technology, the Red Chip Krew did not in fact work for Arasaka. This changed Jennelectric’s plans, and she tried to convince Roger to join her in her quest to destroy the foreign megacorp. However the Red Chip Krew discovered that if a concert recording was played back through a damaged speaker, the carrier wave, instead of not working at all, caused headaches and potentially greater damage on high exposure. Confronted with this Jennelectric is faced with not being able to use her technology again, or she may hurt her fans.
Jennelectric’s Band
Davolt
David McCaw is a stable and serious guy, he sees people as tools and hates edgerunners. A third generation Militech grunt, he has aspirations to executive level, but lacks the cunning, intellect and skill to get there.
Joltian
Julian Frank, the dark and mysterious guitarist, he’s allergic to the nanoviruses that are used in modern medical treatments. He is a netrunner, and sadist, he works for Militech because they pay well, and for some reason, he really hates Arasaka.
Shokuji
Kuji Motonoko plays keyboards, and drums. He’s a tech obsessed Otaku who maintains the groups electronic equipment. Kuji seems to bitterly hate women, stemming from an endless series of rejections which totally had nothing to do with his base persona.
Moody Blue
Born in the shadow of Naples, Italy, around 2019, Clara Abbaccio didn’t get a childhood—she got a warzone. Her dad, Bruno, was a low-tier mafioso with a knack for trouble; her mom, Gleya, a corporate "technician" who kept her secrets close. When Bruno’s crew tangled with a shadowy corp—later whispered to be Oro Dorato—the mafia won the streets, but the suits pulled strings. Blacklisted and hunted, the Abbaccios went from dumpster to derelict car in Italy’s combat zones, dodging mafia blades and corporate eyes.
In 2029, a desperate bid for freedom went sour. A boat was their ticket out, aimed for Sardinia, but the captain’s old debts caught up. Oro Dorato’s hired guns chased them down, iced the captain, and left the family adrift. The boat shredded itself on Sardinia’s shores—an island turned hellscape by gang wars and corporate greed. Bruno’s knowledge of Oro Dorato’s land-grabbing schemes made him a target; when thugs came for proof, they found nothing but took 10-year-old Clara instead.
What happened next is a black hole. Strangers hauled her off on a boat, and the next years are a blur of trauma. Sold to a PMC, she was forged into a child soldier—drugged, brainwashed, and shipped to proxy wars in Asia and Central America. By her late teens, she’d had enough. She deserted, clawing her way to Night City, the free city of dreams, around 2038.
Night City chewed her up like everyone else. Combat zones were home—familiar chaos where she scavenged and survived. She’d claim a container, only for faceless corps to bulldoze it flat, lives be damned. No names, no mercy—just cold, indifferent gears grinding people to dust. She bounced from squat to squat, dodging dozers and corpos alike, until a construction gig offered a lifeline. Brew coffee, haul loads, maybe earn a day off in a decade. It was something.
Until a junior exec got grabby. Clara snapped, smashing his skull with a bag of cheap continental brew—“you wouldn’t know it’s not coffee, you animal.” Security swarmed, beat her senseless, but a fixer intervened. “Can’t waste a fighter,” he smirked, rigging her a year of prison labor instead of a body bag. In that hellhole, her voice became her weapon—raw, furious, singing with inmates to mock the screws and keep sane.
Little Europe’s Italian sector called her back. That prison-born voice, full of rage and grit, caught ears. She hooked up with musicians, a revolving crew of nobodies backing her act: Moody Blue. No band name stuck—she was the constant, a tall, shredded, busty firebrand with a gunmetal-blue chem-skin and tech-hair that flared crimson or darkened on a whim. Mood eyes—cyberoptics shifting with her soul—were her vow: “Can’t lie to my fans. They’ll see if I fake it.” A tattoo from the Doobie Brothers’ What a Fool Believes—“what a fool believes he sees”—hides microscopic on her arm; the other still bears her PMC barcode.
By 2041, at 22, Moody Blue’s a dive-bar legend in Night City. Her sound’s aggressive, unpolished, fueled by a burning hatred of corpos—Oro Dorato’s shadow looms large, though Bruno’s proof is lost to her. She tried the NUSA, wandering, playing for scraps, studying music and politics, but Night City’s pull was stronger. It’s the City of Dreams—where rules bend, revenge festers, and a rocker can make it or break it all. Someone once compared her to Johnny Silverhand; she laughed. “I’d nuke a corp too, but I ain’t that good.” Yet.
The heat from a Biotechnica job forced her out briefly, but she’s back now—fronting gigs, dodging debts, and chasing something bigger. Maybe it’s fame. Maybe it’s answers. Or maybe it’s just a chance to burn it all down.
“Nonono, you got it wrong, her musics about letting out the pain and anger witin, man, not technical perfection.”
-TittyMasta3000, Forum poster.
“Oh look everyone, a violent rocker filled with rage against a very specific corporation hitting the scene after deserting an armed force, how fucking original. Good tits though, would smash.”
-Rugged Shark, Edgerunner.
“Musicians are notoriously low on eddies, offer her the usual fifty bucks, see if she’ll let us tie her up and have the new asian girl with the rack fuck her. Who care’s if she’s into girls? EVERYONE’s into girls, and if she isn’t Fifty Bucks can buy a lot of faking it! Look, Marty, she’s got tits, and a sleek chemskin job, there’s a market for it, I’m sure! Look, I was right about the big Russian girl, wasn’t I? Trust old Sid! Look it’s a classic in the making, okay? Picture it, Bluetits is all classy, like a high society dame, right? When she goes to powder her ass, or whatever it is calssy broads do in the can, and she gets jumped by the little asian with the rack, they fight a bit, tear up their clothing, yeah, yeah, you get it. You see the little asian with the rack is… is a sex ninja, and she needs to ste- Who cares what the difference between a sex ninja and a regular one is… … Okay, look, her sex ninja clan uses sex to imbue their, uh, their ninjitsu with special spiritual powers. Like Asian mystic shit. Yeah, yeah, so anyway, she’s after this classy broads pricey special necklace which as a spacial gem in it, but get this, bluetits ain’t wearin’ it! So the sex ninja can’t get it, and so, yeah, you get it, she needs to interrogate her to find out where it is, so she ties bluetits up and they start fuckin! We can probably spin this out to four or five videos in the blue bitch does good, and if it sells, fuck it, if she’ll do the soundtrack, I’ll offer her another fifty. … yeah? Who cares if she’s ever done it before? You think half these girls ever done it before we pointed a camera up their snooze? Look, just get the blue girl.“
-Half of an overheard Agent Conversation, Sid Grimes, VIX ENtertainment.
Noticably FAT
Terrence Rigby grew up in a gang “family” in New York, radiation and violence were his playground. Moved out west in his late teens, to Night City as the gang he belonged to was run out of town. Noticably FAT took the opportunity to try and start over, turning to Hip-Hop. Going by the Rap name Noticably F.A.T. A misspelling nobody noticed. He is known for soulful melancholy works about the downsides of Edge or gang life. Despite his rocky start, he has become a successful recording artist, and wealthy in his own right. He is now looking for the next movement in his life, trying to work out where he goes from here.
“Immortal was his best work to date. It’s about Legends of Night City, but dressed up with all of this fictional mythic shit. Shit’s Cash, man.”
-Darth Igger, Garden Forum Post.
Brodawg69: Anyone else notice Noticably F.A.T. isn’t that F.A.T. anymore?
MastaYoda: Except the F.A.T doesn’t mean Fat, actually, it’s an acronym for Factual Allegory Translation.
Brodawg69: Oh, didn’t know that
Pebble220: Actually it’s Frightening Allegory Transmission. Said so in an interview with Queen Morsha, 22 Nov, 2040.
MastaYoda: Huh, but his second album was called Factual Allegory Translation.
Pebble220: Indeed it was, a Hip-Hopera about the twisting of messages in mega-media. But not his name. Rather a clever title which plays on the way “facts” are generated out of half truths and hopes.
Brodawg69: Okay, but he’s still lost like eight hundred pounds.
-ZRC chat excerpt from “#NoticeablyCHAT.”
Roger St.Burgsend
Roger St.Burgsend was the dynamic charismatic Lead Guitarist of “Roger & the Solos” a English Chromatic Rock and Punk band formed in 2037. The band members were:-
Keith Foliage - Songwriter and singer. Keith put the message in the music, drove the ship and set the course. His family, it is said, were wiped out in the 4th Corporate war, probably by Arasaka.
Paul Durrham - Bass Player. Paul never let his missing arm stop him. Never bought in to the band’s anti-corporate message. Didn’t have to, not on all the Synth-coke he was on.
Fred - No-one ever knew much about Fred. He never talked about himself, Keyboard or drums, Fred was happy.
The Solos were not successful. Nobody wanted to listen to preachy trio of Cybered up killers. Until Roger came along. Roger’s electric style and attention grabbing performance was what the band was missing. With his classic look, quintessential Rocker attitude he quickly became the focus of the Band. The Solos became The Solos and Roger, which in turn became Roger & The Solos.
The band came to resent Roger over time, not that they let on. Except Fred, whoever knew what Fred was thinking. Paul came up with a plan, a plan to be rid of Roger, and capitalise on his tragic death, and gain a contract with a big recording label whilst they were at it.
It would happen on the American tour “Rocker’s Red Glare” a feeble attempt to gain an audience outside of southern England.
Fortunately for Roger, their plan went horribly wrong. As it turned out that Paul had made a strong enemy in Yorinobu Arisaka. The assault team which was to attack and kill Roger, was slipped a few Eurobucks extra to take care of the entire band. Irony seems to love Roger however, and he emerged the only known survivor.
Roger quickly discovered that American Solos are MUCH sterner stuff than the ones hanging around the London Combat Zone, but he didn’t care anymore. Roger had become a believer. Roger was now a full-time Rockerboy.
TenTun
“TenTun, the NeoRapper turned producer has been caught up in yet another scandal, as accusations surface that FatBeats has been copyright striking Garden Music Videos uploaded by the artists themselves, BMI has not issued a direct comment, but many artists contracted to them have rallied to the label’s support.“
-Excerpt from Mosstone Magazine
“It’s Society’s Fault takes it’s fouth week at Number 1 new release album, making TenTun arguably one of the hottest acts in music today, How did the pudgy Producer celebrate? In his own words: ‘I’ma goin’ ta eat Disneyland!’ Talented and funny.”
-Quote from Billboard Charts Gardenpatch.
“The Challenge TenTun represents is his sheer girth, weight, mass overall and all the attendant issues that generates, most of those issues are already accommodated by modern society, strengthened flooring and elevators thanks to hefty cyber-enhanced individuals, but TenTun’s size causes issues, mobility foremost amongst them. Despite his size, TenTun still wanted to live an active lifestyle, go on tours, party. The solution? The new Cyberwheel. A stomach mounted, quick-detachable wheel to hold up the gut, and distribute the weight. The problem? TenTun insists on having no visible cyberware, so. We needed a wireless control link, an implanted magnetic mount, and a lot of EMP shielding.“
-Excerpt from an interview with Keiji Giovana, Rocklin Augmentics Designer.
“TenTun is a big presence in the music industry, and his palatial estate in Boston reflects that! The massive estate is spread across the tops of TWO skyscrapers, and features a mansion, pool, waterslide, two gardens, recording studio, surrounded by a racetrack around the outside. Not only is a beautiful with classic prewar architecture, but it is well defended too, boasting state of the art drone defenses, and heavily armed security provided by Lazarus!”
-Excerpt from Lifestyles.
“Man! THAT’S success! When you can be THAT pudgy, you KNOW you made it!“
-MigFACTory, Musician.
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.
Wayne Dahmer
See him there, brooding in a wide booth at the club, surrounded by band members, fans and sycophants, a still, dark island of brooding alone in the static of the party around him. Not an attractive man by conventional standards, but not unattractive either. But he stands out, in black and red, dressed like a medieval wizard, or a sith lord maybe. His deep laconic vocals can light up a room, and stir the passions like few others. His music videos clash driving brutal music with hauntingly ethereal , sometimes surreal imagery. Such as Bang / Bang, a video in which scantily clad females simulate sexual motions on heavily armoured men engaged in a visceral and brutal firefight, all filmed in a floating, dreamy slow motion. Filmed in one night with the band and some fans on agents. Or Happiness, a single unbroken shot of Wayne Dahmer moving through a luxury hotel room rented for the shoot to represent the corporat conapt, shot in greyscale until he leaves the conapt for the last verse, and lit by the hotels neon sign, stares out across the combat zone view. (Pictured)
Dahmer is noted to have some message to his music, but is a low brutal celebration of the highs and lows of society. His music has been described to cross the Industrial Rock and Grungs sound, occasionally dipping into Gothic Rock or Acid Rock.
Little is known about his private life, or his background. He is a noted fan of Dune, and Star Wars.
