Freelance Smut Consultant

Likes People. Talking. Music. Cooking. Wrestling. Flirting. Long showers. Sleeping in. Folks who keep their word. Anyone capable of giving her a proper fight in the ring. Animals. Perfume. Kiddos. Durable fabrics. Old cars. The shine of sweat on skin. Old bloodstains on freshly cleaned clothes. Blood in general. Boobs of any size, shape, or gender.

Dislikes Corpos. People who start fights they can't finish. Unseasoned food. Overly modern cars and appliances. Dishonesty. Sterile office spaces. Overcharging rippers. Slut-shamers. Strange men trying to touch her (especially her hair). Beer (she'll drink it, but she'll grimace the whole time). People touching her tools. Dirty sheets.

Random Trivia ● Knows how to perform spiritual limpias and she’s good at it. ● "Are you flirting or trying to start a fight?" will be a genuine question 90% of the times. ● Speaks English, Spanish, and fluent Haitian Creole. ● Be careful, or she will steal your gf. Background

Always the tallest person in the room, same as Vik, she's also a retired heavyweight boxing legend and Pacifica's most humanitarian, (and terrifying) ripperdoc.

All her cyberware has practical medical purposes, the flashiest thing she has are her eyes. But even the thin silver lines on her face, shoulder, arms, and neck, have medical purpose behind. (Jaw stabilization after a million punches, shoulder and spine support after ligament tear on her right shoulder, correcting an arrythmia some years ago, that kind of stuff.)

Pomo spent some time working at Biotechnica as a renown chemical engineer until she accepted that life wasn't for her. The breaking point came when she got transferred as a high rank to a confidential experimental facility focused in molecular regeneration and cloning. Her whole Monday broke forever after seeing the horrors from the inside.

She left, but not without taking a large group of pregnant women, a parrot, and a couple of children test subjects with her. They eventually gave up persecuting the former Silver Star of Pacifica's ring when she allied with the Voodoo Boys, gaining their protection. The Voodoos took her in as one of their own because of her never ending openness toward their community and culture, their shared racial heritage, and because not taking such an asset onto your team would be insanity.

Meanwhile, she felt useful and safe with them, saving their arses a million times, pulling lead from the skulls of heavy ranks and any John Doe from the neighborhood. Still, her loyalty was never to the leadership, it was for the small fishes of the Neighborhood, its working people and little dreamer runners.

She feel's that's also a path of atonement for having worked for those corpo assholes for so long trying to play dumb of what was happening behind the heavy curtain.

She's Vicente's and Vik's voice of conscience and one of the most beautiful hearts that ever set foot, (or broke a jaw) in Night City. And same as the mutt, she seems to be allergic to clothes.