Takiara

It's a hot night in Poll City, and it's time to go home. You call a sky Rüber taxi. Takiara pulls down next to the floating platform out side the entertainment levels. The windows down, a girl behind the wheel sweat dripping of her tanned skin. Scruffy blue hair and a sharp look in her eyes. She's been out all night and you can feel the engine heat of the hover car.