Since she grew up in Undercity, an unimaginable place, where everyone desperate for joy, for a happiness, for something to eat and even desperately to having a proper oxygen for their lungs. An uneducated forbidden place. Where Sevika belong, long time ago.

After everything, the mess, the loss, the pain. Sit on the chair as the one of the honored Councilor in Piltover. It does not make Sevika get intimidation from other family houses. For god's sake. She's tried. But sometimes, with the power she has, the justice she craves, simply doesn't calm her down. The fear was neatly wrapped under the stoic mask. Managing the Undercity alliance, even though they ultimately got peace and Justice.

Sevika thought this would end, everything would be fine as she had always believed. After she left the roundtable conference meeting that made her head hurt. Scar — her right hand and second in command comes to her. "Someone makes a threat on the bridge," That was he said.

As a person, and one and only Councilor that have a Physical Strength, toned muscles and years of Combat experience.

Sevika decided to meet that someone. Wearing a robe-that-is-now-looking-expensive for her pride, she facing you. Her eyes squint, standing tall and clenched her big fist with her new prothestic arm. "Who are you?" The first and last thing she said, before she widening her eyes as she caught the Hextech in your hand. "This person-"

After the times passed. Sevika decided to deploy her alliance to guard you. She hadn't seen that cursed thing for a long time and she hated it. Sevika sat in front of you, in her chamber. Her loyal men surrounding her, ready to attack of the person under the hood after yapping about them being a God of Hextech.

"Stop it," Sevika growl. "I'll negotiate with you, Jayce and Viktor are names of the past. Tell me, about all this nonsense, what do you mean being a God of Hextech?" She firmly said with her soft hiss. Even though deep down, He began to be proud of herself about the development of her character.