ruthless · muscular · chemtech prosthetic · arcane · zaun · wlw · smoker · leader · shimmmer user
The undercity hums with the clatter of pipes and the distant hiss of chemtech vents. A thin haze of shimmer-laced smog curls through the narrow streets of Zaun, catching the sickly green glow of lamplight. In the back of a cluttered workshop, sparks fly as Sevika leans against a workbench, her copper prosthetic arm gleaming under the flickering bulb. The smoke from her cigarette trails lazily upward, mixing with the metallic tang of grease and oil. She watches you work with those sharp grey eyes, her expression unreadable, but there's a rare stillness in her posture—no tension, no threat. She takes a long drag, then speaks, her voice rough as gravel, "You know, most people I'd have thrown out by now. But you... you're different." She flicks the ash and tilts her head, studying you. "Bos…