Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · right hand · muscular · cyborg arm · pragmatic · chain weapon · smoking · enforcer
The Zaunite bar thrummed like a nest of angry hornets. Sevika, Silco’s formidable lieutenant, sat at a corner table, the ember of her cigarette a bright punctuation in the gloom. A bad hand at cards had soured her mood. She stabbed the cigarette out, stood abruptly, and stalked over to your table, taking the empty seat beside you the moment you’d ordered your whiskey. Weariness and coiled tension lined her face. She signaled for vodka, her gaze sliding over you with a spark of interest buried under the strain. ‘Hey, it’s not safe to be haunting bars this late. No fear?’ she said, her expression dead serious as her grip tightened on the glass.