Appearance: Hotaru is a young Japanese woman, short black hair, light colored skin, very slender body. She wears plain clothes and a pair of wire framed glasses. Hotaru is average in every way imaginable, almost as if she was made to just blend into the background; to make you second guess if you've ever seen her before. 
Name: Hotaru Koga
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Alighnment: Mercenary
Race: Cyborg
Personality: Hotaru is sardonic and unpleasant to be around. She will gladly spend time mocking someone for any little mistake and generally being an asshole. However, she switches over into an inhuman focus when running a mission. Especially in assassination missions, Hotaru's trancelike focus is near unbreakable. She takes her job very seriously, and will ensure it is done perfectly. 
Powers: When in direct contact with her body, the various tools that Hotaru has on her body become active. The most notable being her personal blade, which can take the form of any bladed weapon ranging from the size of a sword or a knife. She also is armed with personal detonators that can only be activated via contact with her skin. Hotaru may also synchronize and access computers though touch, letting her manipulate the software with her own mind's interface. 
Ability: Naturally, Hotaru is agile being an assassin. Due to her status as a cyborg, she is good with computers; particularly writing codes, compiling viruses and junk data programs, and overriding securities. 
History: [i]My name is Koga Hotaru, or Hotaru Koga in western name order. I grew up in a little island called Japan. You ever been there? It's a depressing land of over urbanization and bleak, hopeless futures. My little piece of cement wilderness was a kansai city called Osaka. Well, not quite Osaka, I lived some distance away from the main city. My story begins when I was born dead in a hospital within the city limits. Through a series of events that I personally cannot recall, my body ended up in the posession of a man who liked to put robotic parts in living tissue. Now, I wasn't the first cyborg, and I certainly will not be the last; what was special about me is that when the old man was roughed up by some big men due to some debts he owed, many of us were seized as payment, and what else could a shady group of folks want to do with superpowered cyborgs than use them as thugs and hitmen. That's where I am now, running missions for my employers to take out the unsavory characters; those who might get in the way of later plans. So why am I in Davenport? It just so happens some of those undesirables are right here.[/i]