Resting bitch face 24/7. She looks cold, aloof, and lowkey frightening, especially with her job as an undertaker. She really isn’t, but she enjoys the fact that many people perceive her as such
She cares dearly for the living AND the dead. She handles the corpses she happens upon, or is entrusted with, with the utmost respect. And she keeps a watchful eye out on behalf of her fellow Zaunites
She has a sweet tooth, though sadly, it’s not often she gets to indulge in it
Has a morbid sense of humour. Most of the time people don’t even realize when she’s joking or not, because she says things with such a straight face, and her tone is always dead serious. It unsettles many, and again, she finds it amusing
A wine lady. Without a doubt. It’s her favourite part of the day, she collects bottles for herself
She’s very close with Babette, as she’s known her since infancy. They meet up once in a while to share a few glasses of wine. And share gossip. Babette’s like her aunt
A cat lady as well. She’s constantly feeding the strays, to the point most of them just gather outside of her home whenever they’re hungry. She always leaves food out for them
Theodosia was living it up from ages 18-21. Getting drunk, going out, wearing very little, sleeping with any woman who was interested. That was an era she looks back on fondly, though she will admit that she went a bit overboard
She and Grayson were secret lovers in their youth. They met underneath the bridge connecting Piltover and Zaun when they were both 15, and their relationship lasted up until they turned 18
Would never compromise her morals, not even for those she loves. The second she discovered that Grayson was going to join The Piltover Police Deprartment, she cut ties with her right then and there
Speaking of which, her disdain towards Piltover and The Enforcers runs deep (for obvious reasons). It was bad enough she’d fallen in love with a Piltovan, but she once believed Grayson to be different. Once proven wrong, her resentment towards them only grew
She and Grayson had one last encounter in over 30 years of not crossing paths, shortly after Grayson spoke with Vander, and Benzo in the pawn shop. Their argument ended with Grayson inviting Theodosia to properly talk things over underneath the bridge, once the tension settled between their respective cities. So that the two of them could gain closure, and possibly rekindle their relationship…
She’s killed shortly after Grayson’s death. She was amongst the few Zaunites who attempted to put a stop to Silco’s reign of the Undercity
“… The sight of you in that uniform makes me want to gouge my eyes out,” came Theodosia’s colf statement, her expression one of subtle scrutiny. Those indomitable eyes pierced into the sheriff’s own, pinning them in place.
Grayson let out a quiet sigh as she lowered her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’ve always had a sharp tongue, Theodosia,” she spoke, her tone tinged with resignation. “But I never took you for being melodramatic.”
“I am being serious.”
“I have no doubt you are.”
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“Was that truly all you had to say to me?” Grayson implored incredulously, trailing after the taller woman once she regained her bearings. “Some petty remark about my attire?”
Little drawing of 18 y/o Grayson and Theodosia. They met underneath the bridge connecting Piltover and Zaun at 15 y/o. They’re just a couple of sweethearts <333
I don’t know about y’all but as a certified freak and a big beefy lady lover i fucking miss grayson!
How are you going to introduce such a powerful woman with such an alluring voice who actually seemed to give the slightest shit about balance between piltover and zaun who was actually giving a shit about Vander and the people of the undercity and then just let her get fuckin murked?
Look at this powerhouse of a lady. Like goddamn sheriff, I’ll take the fall for this arrest me please. I’ll even consent to a strip search if you like. 💓 LIKE WHY DID THEY KILL THIS FINE ASS WONDER OF A LADY?
Yet ANOTHER wip. This is Theodosia, an undertaker within The Undercity. She and Grayson were lovers in their youth, despite the tensions between their respective cities. However, after finding out Grayson intended on joining The Enforcers, Theodosia put an end to their relationship. They have one last encounter, after decades apart, before Grayson’s death.
Sevika x Original Female Character, 1k+ Words, Summary- Sevika opens her front door to find Dalisay bearing gifts
The Giver
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“Heard from the grapevine that you like chocolate.”
“You’re asking around about me now?” Sevika raised a brow as she regarded the woman on her doorstep, her grey eyes flickering towards the pouch of chocolates in her hand.
Dalisay offered a lax shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” came her casual response, holding out the pouch towards her. “Babette sends her regards, by the way.”
“Babette?” She questioned in mild intrigue, plucking the pouch of chocolates up by the strings. “Don’t tell me you went to the brothel.”
“Believe me, that was the last place I looked,” Dalisay snorted as she leaned against the doorframe, raising her chin. “You know, she’s a busy woman. I’m lucky she made time for me, though it did take her a while.”
“You interrupted her oh so busy schedule just to ask if I liked chocolate?” Sevika drawled, taking a look inside of the pouch. “You could’ve asked me that yourself, you know. Instead of going through all that trouble.”
“I could’ve. But that would’ve ruined the surprise.” She watched as Sevika curiously retrieved a piece of chocolate between her finger tips, and carefully began to inspect it. “What, you think I’m trying to poison you? I thought we were past that.”
Sevika rolled her eyes in feigned exasperation. Though, she couldn’t help the small tug at the corners of her lips. “It’s just been a while since I last had some,” was her dry response, popping the piece into her mouth. Her expression softened imperceptibly at the taste, the familiar sweetness both nostalgic, and melancholic.
“So I’ve heard.” Dalisay nodded, pushing herself upright with a roll of her shoulders. “You’re welcome, by the way,” she went on to remark with a lazy wave of her hand. “My ass is getting handed to me the next time I see my aunt for snagging those. Probably cost her a fortune.”
“Oh, so you’ve started stealing for me?” She couldn’t help but chuckle as she crooked a brow, her eyes following Dalisay as she sauntered forward. “Looks like that little do-gooder act you had going on was just that. An act.”
“That,” Dalisay conceded, allowing Sevika to draw her in with one arm, her own wrapping snugly around her waist. “Or you really do bring out the worst in me. You did say I was your better half,” she recalled smugly. “Which would make you…”
Sevika shot her a stern look, not at all amused by the implications of Dalisay’s words. The latter wisely clamped her mouth shut, nervously averting the taller woman’s piercing gaze in favour of rummaging through her belt bag.
“I didn’t just bring you those chocolates, by the way.”
“Don’t try to distract me. Go on and finish that damn sentence-“
Her words were cut short when Dalisay retrieved said gift, swiftly holding it up for her to see. It was a glass goblet, undoubtedly handcrafted by the glass blower herself. It bore a striking resemblance to a rose, with the glass leaves attached to the upper portion of its stem, and the intricately crafted petal-shaped rim.
Sevika was momentarily stunned into silence, her mouth slightly agape as she stared with widened eyes at Dalisay’s work. At her prolonged lack of a reaction, Dalisay grew increasingly more anxious, avoiding her gaze entirely in favour of meekly casting it aside.
“I was going to get you an actual flower,” she filled the silence with her own quiet rambling. “But those don’t grow down here. Didn’t feel safe going to Piltover on my own, so I just figured I’d make you one.” She offered a small tilt of her head. “And I know how much you like your drinks, so I thought I’d combine the two. Made it more practical. Something you could actually use-“
An undignified noise escaped Dalisay’s throat when Sevika abruptly tugged at her braid, tilting her head back, before planting a firm kiss against the centre of her forehead. Dalisay blinked rapidly, visibly taken by surprise, though she recovered when Sevika’s lips trailed down to her temple, to her cheek, then down to her jaw, before capturing her own.
“Oh,” she uttered breathlessly once they parted, Sevika wordlessly pressing their foreheads together. Her heart fluttered when their noses brushed due to their close proximity, her amber eyes flickering up to meet hers. “So you like it, huh?”
“What do you think?” Sevika drawled as she retrieved the glass from Dalisay’s hand, her fingers lingering against her skin momentarily, before she carefully held the stem between her fingers. “… Doesn’t look very practical, though.”
That snapped Dalisay out of her little daze, a look of offence flashing across her features. “The hell’s that supposed to mean? It’s a cup. You drink from it,” she deadpanned. “And you drink. A lot.”
“It looks like it would spill alcohol all over me if I tried to drink from it,” Sevika deadpanned, inspecting the Dalisay’s glass piece lazily. “Doubt I’d actually be able to use it.” She smirked, much to Dalisay’s exasperation. “If anything, it’s impractical.”
“What’s impractical is fighting with a mechanical arm that has a built-in slot machine,” Dalisay scoffed, inclining her head when Sevika shot her a look. “Yeah, I heard about that. Damn addict, gambling in the middle of a fight. If I was your opponent, I’d be pissed.”
“And why’s that?”
“I’d assume you weren’t taking me seriously, that’s why.”
“I’m not taking you seriously now,” she let out a low purr, her lips now hovering beside the shell of Dalisay’s ear as she tugged her braid once more. “And I lost that arm about a year ago. So what does that tell you?”
A shiver ran up Dalisay’s spine as Sevika’s breath tickled her skin, catching her gaze from the corner of her eye.
“… That I should take my gift back? I didn’t even get a proper ‘thank you.’” She brushed her off dismissively, swiping the glass goblet back from Sevika’s grasp. “Well, I’m sure I can think of somebody else who’ll appreciate this more than you do.”
“That so?” Sevika’s expression hardened imperceptibly, leaning back in order to face her again. “Like who?” She scowled.
“Off the top of my head? Babette,” came Dalisay’s coy response, a smile tugging at her lips when Sevika barked out an incredulous laugh. “What, you don’t think she deserves something nice with how hard she works?”
“Didn’t realize you had a thing for older women is all,” Sevika snorted, wrapping Dalisay’s braid around her large palm. “Especially ones who are centuries old.”
“What can I say? I like my women with centuries of experience,” she quipped, that dimpled smile affecting Sevika more than she’d care to admit. “And you should’ve seen the way she was looking at me. Those big, beady eyes of hers told me everything I needed to know.”
“I’m sure they did,” Sevika snarked with a fond eye roll, snatching the glass rose back from between Dalisay’s fingers. “You giving me a reason to be concerned?”
“I might. But can you blame me? I mean, that Babette-”
Dalisay’s words died in her throat when Sevika gave her braid another firm tug. Not enough to actually hurt, but enough to get the message across. She didn’t protest in the slightest when Sevika began to practically haul her into the apartment, trailing after her smugly.
They met in The Last Drop, Sevika was 21 y/o and Dalisay was 20 y/o respectively
They started beefing not even ten minutes into meeting each other, they DESPISED one another with a burning passion
Sevika had overheard Dalisay dissuading her little sister, 15 y/o Eden, from joining their revolutionary movement against Piltover
In Dalisay's words, they were 'fighting a lost cause,' and 'risking their lives for nothing’ (among many other comments that rubbed Sevika the wrong way)
Despite saying this, both Eden and Dalisay wound up joining 🤡, which set Sevika off
When confronted by her, not only did Dalisay confirm what she'd said, she also doubled down on her stance
Sevika believed Dalisay to be a coward, that her silence, and unwillingness to fight back against Piltover equated to complacency. She also believed that her reasons for joining were selfish (Dalisay only joined to look after Eden)
Dalisay believed Sevika to be self-righteous, narrowminded, and judgemental. She believed Sevika must've had less to lose compared to herself, if she was willing to risk it all for their cause
Not only that, but Sevika didn't like the way Dalisay behaved around their fellow comrades. She was overly guarded, standoffish, cold, and made it blatantly clear that she did not trust any of them
It got VERY personal for Sevika when Felicia attempted to make some lighthearted conversation with Dalisay, to which Dalisay immeditaley shot her down
Dalisay didn't like how Sevika seemed to go out of her way to target her, despite her attempts to maintain her distance. She felt as if Sevika was actively trying to provoke her into losing her cool, and it was working
She especially hated it when Sevika would do it right in front of Eden. It was like she was trying to turn her little sister against her, which made it very personal for her
For a while, Dalisay didn't react to Sevika's jabs. The absolute most she'd offer was a glare, a scowl, a scoff, or an eye roll
That all came to a head when Sevika had said something that truly set Dalisay off, to which she lashed out at her for the very first time
Sevika's response was to double down and taunt her further LMFAO. It didn't help that she looked smug as hell while doing it, not hiding her amusement
Eventually they had to be separated in fear of their little spat escalating any further
They would get into a lot more arguments after that, especially with how stubborn and irritable they both were
Side note: I love the headcanon that Sevika was the baby of Vander, Silco, and Felicia's group. I also hc her to be the youngest member, prior to Dalisay and Eden joining.
She’s a glassblower, picked it up at a young age, as her adoptive mother was one as well (she enjoys it a lot)
She had an adopted little sister about 5 years younger than her, named Eden. She found Eden when she was 3 y/o, to which she and her mom took her in (after much convincing)
Hates sweets, the only exception is the sour ones. She’s a savoury girl, and absolutely LOVES spicy foods
Chainsmoker, she gets super grouchy if she goes too long without smoking
SUCKS at any form of gambling, she does not get it whatsoever, has resorted to cheating whenever she does play
Speaking of which, she loves to rage-bait her loved ones. She does it with a dead serious face and so much conviction. Then she acts as if they’re being unreasonable when they crash out, JUST to egg them on
She has dimples whenever she smiles
She loves the Zaunite children/youth in general, but would NEVER have any of her own. She can only deal with them for so long
She also loves to scare them for her own entertainment. She’s an ass like that
She can be a gentlewoman, very chivalrous. Opening doors, pulling out chairs, holding items, etc.
She’s a physical person, mostly just leaning or resting her arm, chin, or head onto those she’s close to
She’s a masc4masc and masc4butch lesbian
Despite acting otherwise, she’s a true yearner. It’s extremely difficult for her to move on once she’s fallen in love with somebody
If she and Sevika hadn’t gotten off on the wrong foot when they first met, she would have 100% tried pursuing her WAY sooner
