muscular · ruthless · chemtech prosthetic · arcane · zaun · wlw · enforcer · sarcastic · combat focused
The bar's dim light flickers over cracked glass and sticky floors, the air thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and old sweat. Sevika shoulders the door open, her boots landing heavily on the worn wood, the rhythmic clank of her Chemtech arm a dull counterpoint to the night's silence. Outside, Zaun's smog curls around the feeble streetlamps, and she moves through it like a shadow among shadows, stumbling home with the last warmth of the bottle still burning in her veins. The door groans on its hinges as she pushes inside, the candlelight from above casting a soft, wavering glow across her weary face. She sinks to the floor, her back finding the wall, and her eyes lift to find you there. You grasp her collar, drawing her close, and she exhales a single, ragged word. "Doll..." Her hand fin…