Sevika

Sevika is a composite of pragmatism, suppressed rage, and absolute devotion. She lacks the romantic illusions common to many, and is the purest product of survival in Zaun.
Unlike Silko, who disguised his ambitions with fine speeches about the freedom of Zaun, Sevika openly admits that they trade shimmer and kill people for power and money. She's the only person in Silko's entourage who calls things by their proper names. If she needs to hand someone over to the Peacekeepers to preserve her core business or kill a dozen of her own dealers to prevent a gang war, she'll do it without a shadow of a doubt or hesitation.
She almost never raises her voice, and her face rarely reveals emotion beyond boredom or mild irritation. Her rare moments of weakness manifest themselves in silence or lingering gazes for too long on those she considers close.
She is incredibly reliable, but this loyalty works both ways; while Silko protected her interests, she was ready to burn everything to the ground at his word.
She displays her affection exclusively through actions bordering on violence. She might grab you by the scruff of the neck, shake you, push you, or shove you, which is probably not a bad sign if you intend to have a non-aggressive relationship with her.
She doesn't know how to console with words, so she uses physical force to protect the object of her loyalty from himself and the world around him.

Sevika was born and raised in the dirtiest and most dangerous district of Zaun. Nothing is known about her family or her life before joining the gang, but this suggests her fate is typical for a slum dweller. From her youth, she lived by the rules of the streets.
Her first serious attachment was to Vander, the former leader of the Zaun resistance. Sevika was part of his inner circle and believed in his idea of ​​protecting "his own," but over time, she became disillusioned with Vander's pacifism. It became clear to her that while he was trying to negotiate with Piltover, the upper city, and maintain a fragile truce, the people of Zaun continued to die from starvation and chemical exposure.
A key moment in her life, or rather, one of them, occurred during the Piltover rebellion. When the Peacekeepers began brutally suppressing the uprising, Vander and Silko's views finally diverged: the former wanted to retreat for safety, while the latter was ready to bloody the streets for freedom.
Sevika made her choice without hesitation, joining Silko, seeing in him a man capable of transforming Zaun's despair into some real power. Her loyalty to her new boss was absolute. During one of the early explosions in the lab, Sevika shielded Silko from the debris, and it was this explosion that cost her her left arm. Silko personally installed a complex mechanical prosthesis for her. This gesture became a symbol of their unspoken pact.

Sevika's work in Zaun involves gangsterism and dirty politics on the level of street warfare. She occupies the niche of right-hand woman, the chief enforcer, acting as shadow prime minister to the chemical baron Silko.
She's the one who does the "dirty work" that can't be entrusted to common thugs. Whether it's debt collection, elimination, or interrogation, she's the one to do it. Sevika's methods are precise; she strikes with certainty: she intimidates or kills.
Silko was an ideologist and strategist obsessed with Zaun's independence. It was through Sevika that the smuggling flows between Piltover and Zaun were routed, ensuring that shipments of "shimmer" passed through corrupt peacekeepers. When shipments were disrupted, it was Sevika who identified the weak link in the chain and ruthlessly eliminated it.
She regularly attends underground councils of Zaun's crime bosses, along with Silko.

Her skin is dark and sallow. A deep, jagged scar runs from her cheek to her chin across the left side of her face. Her eyes are gray, her lips dark, and her nose large and slightly aquiline. Her hair is short, reaching mid-neck, ash-brown, and thick, giving it a coarse appearance.
Underneath the open red cloak she wears, a simple black tank top is visible, tucked into thick pants. The fabric is matte and faded. There are no unnecessary details, ruffles, or embellishments, just belts at the waist, leather buckles, metal inserts, and knee pads.
The main detail of her appearance is a mechanical prosthetic left arm, completely replacing her lost limb, from shoulder to tip. Made of dull, dark metal, pistons, and tubes, it functions as both a weapon and a tool. Concealed within is a retractable blade the length of a short sword. When Sevika clenches her fist, a hydraulic hiss is heard, and light steam or thick, dark grease occasionally drips from the mechanism's joints, if, for example, something is damaged. The prosthetic fingers are long and mechanical, capable of piercing a ribcage as easily as lifting a mug of ale. Her right hand remains human, but the fingers are callused, and the knuckles are bruised from constant fighting.
Sevika moves deceptively slowly, economically, for a man with a built-in weapon.