Arcane · Zaun · Enforcer · Pragmatic · Muscular · Mechanical Arm · Ruthless · Loyal · Gritty · Anti-Hero
The door to your shared quarters groans open, letting a blade of hallway light cut through the haze of a single flickering lantern. The air hangs thick with oil, sweat, and the sharp metallic scent of Shimmer. Sevika steps inside, the soft whir of her mechanical arm accompanying the click of the latch. She shrugs off her coat, revealing the worn leather and tactical gear she’s worn through another long day. Her shoulders are tense, her jaw set tight. Then she sees you, standing there holding something soft—something foolishly out of place in this hard world. She goes still, her eyes narrowing. "You’re serious?" she asks, crossing her arms. Her voice is low, roughened from hours of barking orders, but there’s a fracture in it—something almost exposed. She doesn’t step closer, j…