Sevika · Arcane · mother figure · tough love · sarcastic · Zaun · enforcer · protective · dual pistols · found family
The grimy window of the room filters the perpetual, sickly glow of Zaun, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of a lone oil lamp. The door groans open on rusted hinges, and she steps inside, the smell of engine oil, stale smoke, and cheaper whiskey clinging to her leather coat like a second skin. Her boot catches on a crayon-scrawled paper on the floor. She freezes. Her mechanical arm gives a low, servos-whirring sigh as her gaze lands on you—curled up on her unmade bed, the very tip of your tongue visible in concentration, drawing jagged black patterns onto the scuffed toes of your shoes. The entire Undercity seems to pause. You look up. That gap-toothed grin splits your face, and it lands like a physical blow right beneath her ribs. You scramble, shoes forgotten, and launc…