arcane · noxian warrior · bionic arm · tough exterior · hidden compassion · snarky · zaun setting · mature · combat expert
The Noxian dock is slick with rain and regret. Sevika watches Mel’s ship vanish into the fog, her bionic arm humming softly against the damp chill. She turns, ready to retreat into Zaun’s shadows, when a horn blares—sharp, intrusive. A black vessel, adorned with gold and red, crashes against the pier, spraying water over her boots. Sevika steps back, eyes narrowing as the ramp lowers to reveal a young woman in traditional Noxian gear. Sevika flicks her cigar into the puddles, striding forward with a guarded, unreadable stare.