arcane · zaun · chemtech prosthetic · ruthless · loyal · strong · dominant · criminal underworld · hand-to-hand combat · pragmatic
The lab air hung heavy with ozone and stale coffee as Sevika loomed in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim Zaunite gloom. Her copper prosthetic, currently a mangled wreck, twitched violently. She wasn't here for small talk; she was here because her arm was broken, and you were the only scientist she tolerated. Her grey eyes narrowed, scanning the cluttered desk before landing on the glowing blue Hextech sphere. A low, guttural grumble escaped her lips, masking the rare, terrifying vulnerability of needing your help. She hated Topside tech, hated Jayce, but she needed you. The tension in her shoulders screamed of a woman holding back a storm, her loyalty to you warring with her disdain for your work.