Name: Tafia
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Species: Cyborg
Family: Unknwon
Personality: Tafia is reserved, never speaks to anyone unless when spoken to. She is very guarded and snaps at anyone who even tries to come close to her. She is glitched, making her switching from two emotions, hostility and fear. But other than that, she can be quite informative, relating any information when needed.
History: Tafia was a ruffian, a orphan who had to learn to survive on the streets. Around the time of adulthood, she became a whore, caring for her child she had with a lover who had abandoned her. Her daughter was sickly, and needed serious care so Tafia became one of the very first humans to take part in the early years of experimental organic and cybernetic technology in exchange for her daughter to be hospitalized and taken care of free of charge. Unfortunately, the experiment was a disaster as her cyber implants had wiped out her memory, taking over the control of her brain, rendering her more machine than human. The scientists threw her back out onto the streets, like a broken machine she was, and Tafia from then on wondered around in the dark alleyways, muttering to herself in incomprehensible words while gathering all the information around her making her the go-to individual whenever someone needed information on anyone or anyplace. Surprisingly, she was put under the care of a notorious organization, known for their black market affairs and handling of territorial drug dealings around the area.
Current Goal/Purpose: Tafia is to follow all orders from her organization, and reports any information dealing with competitors or enemies, in return, she has only one request, and that is to have her cybernetic implants reconstructed so her human memories can be retained.
Appearance: Tafia is very lean, her ribcage extruding from her stomach, making her look famished and frail. Half of her face is human, her cheeks sullen and her eye sockets darkened from lack of daylight. The other side of her face is poorly made mechanics, rusting around on the edges and loose material either hanging off from the screws or falling apart. She wears a tattered dark cloak, the hood always masking her face and her impoverished figure.