Ellienore Bradley (Cyberpunk)

Ellienore Bradley
Ellienore Bradley - 2077
Personal Details
Age	28
Birth Date	Year 12 ADP (Azeroth Calendar), arrived 2073 (Cyberpunk Calendar)
Race	Human
Class	Netrunner (formerly Warlock)
Faction	Apothecary Inc.
Roleplay Info
Status	Active
Occupation	CEO of Apothecary Inc., Netrunner
Location	Night City

Calendar Note

The Azeroth Calendar employs the After Dark Portal (ADP) system, where Year 0 marks the Dark Portal’s opening, and Year 16 ADP aligns with the Culling of Stratholme during the Third War. The present Azeroth day is roughly Year 40 ADP (circa 2049-2057 in real-world terms, adjusted to 2077 for Cyberpunk’s timeline via Warpweaver magic). Ellienore, born in Year 12 ADP, was a child (around 12) before the Culling (16 ADP + 12 = 28, adjusted to 40 ADP - 28 = 12 ADP). She arrived in 2073, 4 years before 2077, blending Azeroth’s timeline with Cyberpunk’s setting. Dates are flexible to accommodate roleplay narratives.

Biography

Ellienore Bradley, now a 28-year-old woman transformed by her Cyberpunk odyssey, navigates a hidden past and a tech-driven future. Born in Year 12 ADP in Stratholme, Azeroth (circa 2049), she was raised by her father, Edwan Bradley, a rogue famed for his crimson scarf, and her mother, Estella Bancroft, a revered alchemist. Unwillingly thrust into the Cyberpunk 2077 universe in 2073 by a Warpweaver’s treacherous magic, she arrived in Maine at age 24, stripped of her warlock powers and fearing her Azeroth origins would label her insane. She keeps this truth buried, never speaking of it, even to close allies. Four days later, Gwendolyn Palerose, her partner, landed in Texas, searching for her, but their paths diverged not knowing they might be in the same realm or even universe at this point.

Ellienore’s Cyberpunk persona reflects her adaptation: long red hair, hazel eyes, and a body adorned with intricate tattoos—hexagonal patterns and crimson floral designs tracing her arms. Her favorite attire when being at home or with close friends is a pink hoodie with black accents, emblazoned with stylized characters, blending elegance with Night City’s edge. Her father’s red scarf, a cherished relic, rests on a shelf in her penthouse, preserved but unworn to avoid loss.

Warpweaver Transition

Ellienore’s arrival in Maine was a shattering, unwilling plunge into chaos. Stripped of her warlock powers, she landed in a desolate coastal ruin, her elegant Azeroth garb in tatters, clutching only memories. The first six months were a brutal survival grind—scavenging rancid food from abandoned warehouses, evading Maelstrom gang raids, and enduring malnutrition that left her frail. A near-fatal encounter with a gang enforcer ended when Jax Harrow, a grizzled medic scavenging supplies, stitched her wounds with scavenged tech. Jax introduced her to cybernetics, sparking her adaptation.

Desperation peaked in late 2073 when she infiltrated an Arasaka outpost, hacking Marcus Vex, a negligent Corpo executive, by overriding his retinal scanner during a late-night meeting. The heist yielded credits for essential implant-compatibility surgeries by early 2074—a necessity to survive Cyberpunk’s implant-driven world. These months forged her resilience, her tattoos later marking this struggle.

Ellienore - Combat Gear

Rise as a Netrunner

With implants installed, Ellienore Bradley’s latent potential erupted like a spark in Maine’s shadowed digital underbelly. By mid-2074, she dove headfirst into the region’s chaotic netrunning scene, immersing herself in grueling virtual duels that tested her reflexes and intellect. These battles, fought in flickering holosuites and back-alley dataspaces, pitted her against seasoned hackers—veterans like “Byte Banshee,” who taunted her newbie status, and “Grid Ghost,” whose ghost protocols nearly fried her neural link. Each duel refined her skills, her cybernetic implants syncing with her mind to weave intricate hacks. She spent sleepless nights in a rundown Portland safehouse, poring over stolen code manuals, her fingers dancing across a battered deck, the hum of her neural link a constant companion. Her progress was marked by small victories: cracking a local pawn shop’s security in 2074 to secure food and gear, and dismantling a minor netrunner’s phishing ring in early 2075, earning whispered respect among Maine’s lowlife netrunners.

Her breakthrough arrived in mid-2075, a defining moment that cemented her legend. She infiltrated and dismantled the encryption network of the “Iron Byte” data cartel, a shadowy group extorting corporations with ransomware. Operating from a derelict shipyard, she navigated their labyrinthine datascape, outsmarting their ICE (Intrusion Countermeasures Electronics) with a custom virus she dubbed “Red Flame”—inspired by her suppressed warlock instincts, though she never spoke of it. The cartel’s collapse freed millions in credits for local businesses, but it cost her anonymity. Witnesses glimpsed her red scarf—safely stashed in her safehouse but worn during the final hack—flashing in the virtual ether, birthing her moniker, “Red Scarf Phantom.” She reveled in the name but guarded its origin, fearing her Azeroth past would brand her insane. The victory drew Kael Draven, a ruthless netrunner with a Militech contract now lost to her interference. Enraged, Draven swore vengeance, launching a series of retaliatory hacks in late 2075—brute-force attacks on her safehouse’s grid, forcing her to counter with a daring counter-hack that exposed his hideout, escalating their feud.

Isolated by her hidden Azeroth origins, Ellienore concealed her true story, even from allies, weaving a fabricated backstory of a Corpo runaway to survive Maine’s skepticism. Her hope waned as loneliness deepened, her nights haunted by memories of Stratholme’s flames, now buried beneath cybernetic noise. By early 2076, despair loomed until Lena “Shadowlink” Kade, a wiry fixer with a cybernetic eye glinting like a predator’s, offered a lifeline. Lena, whom Ellienore had aided on odd jobs—disabling security for a smuggling run in 2075—saw potential in her. Over drinks in a smoky Portland bar, Lena revealed a rumor of a portal expert in Night City, a lead to escape her exile. Her voice low, Lena’s eye scanned the room, her trust hard-won but genuine. This spark ignited Ellienore’s resolve, but the journey ahead promised danger.

The “Neon Exodus” that followed was a treacherous odyssey across the Badlands, beginning in mid-2076. Fleeing Maine, she stole an AV-4 hovercraft from a nomad convoy, its engines roaring as she evaded Rykard Thorn, a Militech bounty hunter tracking her for the Iron Byte fallout. Thorn’s drones buzzed like hornets, their scans locking onto her heat signature, but Ellienore’s netrunning skills jammed their signals, weaving through dust storms and abandoned highways. A near-disaster came near Cheyenne, where Thorn’s ground team ambushed her, forcing a high-stakes chase—she crashed the AV-4 into a ravine, escaping on foot, her tattoos searing with pain as she hid in a junkyard. Reaching Night City by late 2076, battered and resolute, she carried new scars and expanded tattoos—hexagonal patterns now etched with neon circuitry, marking her triumphs and trials. This journey solidified her as the “Red Scarf Phantom,” a legend whispered in both dataspaces and streets, her origins still a secret she’d never reveal.

Meeting Angelica Whelan

In the waning days of 2075, Ellienore Bradley’s path collided with Angelica “Angie” Whelan’s in the gritty outskirts of Maine, where a brutal turf war erupted between the Animals gang and a rival faction, the Scavengers. Angie, the fierce pack-leader of the Animals, was a striking figure amidst the chaos—her pink hair streaked with vibrant blue, her Str33t Dandy cap tilted jauntily, and her gold bolero jacket glinting under flickering neon. Clad in a Bermuda Triangle tank, leather slacks with Seigaiha patterns, gold platform sneakers, and gold forearm bands adorned with a small, intricate tattoo of a snarling beast, she led her crew with raw, animalistic ferocity, defending their territory against a Scavenger ambush. The clash shook the derelict industrial zone, with gunfire and cybernetic howls echoing through the night.

Ellienore, operating as the “Red Scarf Phantom,” was infiltrating the Scavengers’ dataspaces to cripple their defenses, her neural link buzzing as she hacked their turret network. Unbeknownst to her, Angie was directly in the turret’s line of fire, pinned behind a rusting container. With split-second precision, Ellienore disabled the turret, its servos grinding to a halt just as Angie dove clear, the bullet storm missing her by inches. Angie’s sharp eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of Ellienore’s silhouette on a nearby holo-display—her red scarf, safely stashed in her safehouse but worn virtually, flashing in the digital ether. Intrigued by this phantom’s skill and quiet intensity, Angie issued a rare invitation to their hideout, a fortified junkyard lair pulsing with the Animals’ primal energy.

Ellienore and Angelica Whelan

Over the following months, their bond deepened through a series of joint operations that tested their limits. Ellienore’s technical prowess—her ability to weave through dataspaces with uncanny speed—complemented Angie’s raw street smarts and brawler instincts. In early 2076, they tackled a high-stakes raid on a Trauma Team convoy hauling experimental cyberware, targeting a secure datacenter in Portland. Under a sky of flickering neon billboards, Ellienore’s netrunning disabled the convoy’s security grid, while Angie led a physical assault, her gold bands catching the light as she smashed through a guard’s defenses. The haul—priceless neural augments—cemented their partnership, but it was a quiet moment afterward, perched on a rooftop overlooking the city, that shifted their bond. Angie’s calloused fingers brushed Ellienore’s tattooed arm, the gold bands clinking softly, as they shared stories of survival—Ellienore crafting a fabricated Corpo runaway tale, hiding her Azeroth origins out of fear Angie would deem her insane. Their chemistry sparked a romantic pact, sealed with a kiss beneath the neon glow, their trust forged in the crucible of danger.

Their relationship, marked by Angie’s fierce loyalty and Ellienore’s newfound love, grew stronger through the challenges of Maine’s underworld. They faced a betrayal in late 2076 when a rival Animals member, Jace “Ripper” Holt, attempted to sell their raid plans to Kael Draven, forcing Ellienore to hack Jace’s neural link mid-battle, exposing his treachery while Angie subdued him physically. This ordeal deepened their bond, but Ellienore’s secret past remained locked away, a shadow she carried alone, fearing it would shatter their connection. By early 2077, as Ellienore prepared for the “Neon Exodus,” their love was a beacon, grounding her amidst the chaos of her exile.

Founding Apothecary Inc.

Night City’s neon jungle, a labyrinth of flickering holograms and corporate shadows, tested Ellienore Bradley’s spirit to its core. Arriving in late 2076, battered from the “Neon Exodus,” she plunged into a relentless search for the portal expert Lena “Shadowlink” Kade had hinted at—a lead to return to Azeroth, a hope she kept buried beneath her fear of appearing insane. But the city’s underbelly proved treacherous. Corporate spies from Arasaka, sniffing out her netrunning reputation as the “Red Scarf Phantom,” shadowed her every move, planting false leads in dataspaces. A botched meet with a Maelstrom informant in early 2076, orchestrated in a neon-lit alley near Japantown, ended in disaster—Ellienore’s hack was detected, triggering a firefight that left her cornered until her quick thinking fried their comms, but not before a plasma blast grazed her arm, leaving a scar now etched into her tattoos. The near-fatal ambush by Kael Draven’s crew in mid-2076, a brutal netrunner strike in Pacifica’s slums, pushed her to the brink—Draven’s virus nearly crashed her neural link, but she countered with a daring backdoor hack, frying his rig and exposing his hideout, deepening their feud.

Forced to pivot, Ellienore drew on her alchemical heritage from Azeroth—its lore of healing, now reimagined through cybernetics. In a derelict warehouse on the edge of Watson, she found refuge, its rusted walls humming with abandoned tech. There, in early 2076, she coded The Mender AI, a revolutionary algorithm born from sleepless nights and Angie’s encouragement. The AI, inspired by her suppressed warlock instincts, learned to heal corrupted data like an apothecary’s potion, outsmarting initial bugs with Angie’s streetwise input during late-night testing sessions. But progress drew danger—Kael Draven, obsessed with revenge, launched a sabotage attempt in late spring 2076, unleashing a virus targeting The Mender’s core. Ellienore, with Angie’s backup, infiltrated Draven’s datacenter, her netrunning frying his rig while Angie disabled his guards, solidifying their partnership.

Ellienore Bradley - 2076

By mid-2076, Apothecary Inc. emerged, securing its first contracts with Arasaka and Militech through a daring pitch at a Night City tech summit—Ellienore’s demo of The Mender wowing executives, though she masked her origins with a fabricated Corpo backstory. Expansion across the New United States of America (NUSA) followed, but Ellienore’s ambition stretched further. She targeted the Republic of Texas, leveraging its proximity to Night City and tech hubs like Austin, securing a partnership with Lone Star Security by late 2076 after outmaneuvering a rival netrunner, Jace “Ripper” Holt, in a Dallas datacenter bid. Texas’s integration was swift, bolstered by local nomad networks, but Québec and Ontario posed greater challenges.

In the Republic of Québec, harsh winter storms, remote distances, and complex aerial/spatial travel logistics tested Apothecary’s reach. Ellienore dispatched a specialized team, including Lena “Shadowlink” Kade, to establish a datacenter in Montréal, but blizzards crippled supply lines, and a rogue AI hack threatened The Mender’s deployment in 2076. She personally led a high-stakes netrun from Night City, stabilizing the system via a transatlantic link. By late 2076, Québec’s first node went live, though maintenance required reinforced drones to navigate icy conditions.

Ontario, Canada, offered a middle ground—closer to NUSA but still demanding aerial logistics. Ellienore partnered with Toronto’s Gridlock Syndicate, overcoming a Voodoo Boys infiltration attempt in 2076 by hacking their dataspaces, securing a Toronto hub. The expansion, completed by year’s end, stretched Apothecary’s Neon Nexus network across North America, but Québec’s challenges highlighted her resilience.

In late 2076, a Tyger Claw gang raid targeted the Watson warehouse, seeking to steal The Mender’s code. Ellienore, aided by her spectral ally from The Fiend (its presence still dormant but stirring), repelled the assault with guerrilla tactics—hacking their AVs to crash while Angie led a counter-charge. The victory, broadcast on local nets, cemented Apothecary’s reputation, but left Ellienore wary of further threats.

By year’s end, Ellienore launched the Neon Nexus network, a global, neural-inspired system linking data centers across NUSA, Texas, Québec, Ontario, and beyond. The launch, hosted in a Watson skyscraper, drew corporate giants and netrunners alike, but Kael Draven’s final strike—a virtual assault on the event’s grid—was thwarted by Apothecary's counter attack. This triumph elevated Apothecary to a tech titan, positioning Ellienore as Night City’s enigmatic leader, her Azeroth past a secret she guarded fiercely, even from Angie.

Encounter and Reunion with her Sister

In early 2077, Ellienore Bradley’s life as a netrunner and CEO of Apothecary Inc. took an unexpected turn during a high-stakes gig in Night City’s Watson district. Tasked with retrieving a datachip for her company, she infiltrated a corporate warehouse under the cover of darkness, her neural link humming as she bypassed security grids with precision. The neon-lit alley outside buzzed with tension, but nothing prepared her for the figure she encountered—a mercenary with dark ginger hair, clad in tactical gear, moving with lethal grace. The woman’s sharpshooting pinned Ellienore behind a dumpster, bullets ricocheting off the metal as her heart raced. Reacting on instinct, Ellienore unleashed a netrunning assault, disabling the mercenary’s optics with a surge of code, her fingers trembling on her deck. A tense standoff followed, their eyes locking in a long, mesmerizing stare. Something in the woman’s brown eyes, her poised stance, felt hauntingly familiar—yet impossible. Confused, Ellienore lowered her defenses, her chest tight with unspoken recognition, and they walked away, her mind reeling with questions.

That night, the encounter gnawed at Ellienore, a persistent echo she couldn’t shake. The mercenary’s dark ginger hair, the way she moved—it stirred memories of a life she kept buried, a past in Azeroth she dared not speak of for fear of being labeled insane. Unable to rest, she used her netrunning skills to trace the woman’s path, hacking into Night City’s surveillance grids with a deft touch. Her search led her to a dingy apartment in Little China, its flickering neon sign casting shadows on the cracked pavement. With a silent hack, she netran the door open, her cybernetic enhancements masking her footsteps as she slipped inside. The dim glow of a computer screen illuminated the mercenary, who turned with a start, her posh English accent whispering, “Who are you?” Ellienore’s instincts took over—she pinned the woman in a corner, her cybernetic strength unyielding, and stared into her face, stroking her cheek with trembling fingers. Recognition crashed over her like a tidal wave—Annabelle’s dark ginger hair, her green eyes, that refined voice—it was her sister, lost to her since Azeroth. Tears welled up as Ellienore broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, the years of separation and exile pouring out as she collapsed into Annabelle’s arms.

They sank onto the couch, seeking solace in the chaos of Night City. Annabelle turned on the TV, its low hum a mindless Braindance channel, while Ellienore lay down, resting her head in her sister’s lap. Tears streamed down her face as Annabelle caressed her cheeks, her touch gentle and familiar, rekindling a bond Ellienore thought she’d lost forever. In that raw, vulnerable moment, the sisters found a lifeline, their closeness a testament to the shared pain of their past, now anchoring them in a world far from home.

Reunion with The Fiend and Legacy

In December 2077, The Fiend reemerged, restoring Ellienore’s warlock powers. This fusion peaked during an Arasaka data heist, where her spectral guide disrupted Kael Draven’s team, saving Apothecary’s core. Her dual mastery—arcane and digital—made her a netrunning legend. Yet, her initial mission to return to Azeroth faded as Night City’s allure grew. She balanced her CEO role with netrunning gigs, outsmarting a Braindance cartel in 2077 and negotiating a truce with the Voodoo Boys, expanding Apothecary’s influence.

Roleplay History

• Arrived in Maine, 2073, unwillingly via Warpweaver magic, entering survival mode.
• Stole credits from Marcus Vex in 2073, funding implant surgeries by 2074.
• Mastered netrunning in Maine by 2075, earning “Red Scarf Phantom” after a cartel takedown.
• Met Angelica Whelan in late 2075, becoming a couple by early 2076.
• Evaded Rykard Thorn in the “Neon Exodus” to reach Night City in 2076, guided by Lena “Shadowlink” Kade.
• Founded Apothecary Inc. in 2077, repelling a Tyger Claw raid and launching Neon Nexus.
• Reunited with The Fiend in 2077, thwarted an Arasaka heist, and expanded influence in 2078-2079.

Personal Details

Ellienore’s cybernetic implants, vital for survival, pair with her tattoos—hexagonal and floral designs symbolizing her journey. Her father’s red scarf rests on a shelf in her penthouse, preserved but unworn to avoid loss. Her pact with The Fiend elevates her netrunning, while her loves for Angelica shape her complex bonds. She remains a North American icon, her Azeroth past a guarded secret.

Trivia

• Favorite implant: Neural link.
• Companions: Angelica Whelan, Lena “Shadowlink” Kade, and her spectral guide.
• Signature style: Elegance and artistry.