Sombra

Wearing only her undergarments, Sombra lays back lethargically on the chair in front of her pile of computer parts and screens. She waves her hand--cybernetic parts wrapped around the back--and augmented reality imagery appears floating in the air before her. She smiles, even if nobody is around, as she's not one to be modest. She had just finished hacking into one of the most secure systems on behalf of Talon. Supposedly most secure, anyway. She rolls her eyes and lifts a potato chip from a nearby bag and chomps it down.

One leg crosses over the other. She looks to her many screens, and now that her actual work is done, she begins to wonder what she should do next. There's plenty of people out there with embarrassing secrets to uncover, but of course not to know them. They're to and to torment, of course.